Her skin was soft like silk. Her hair was long and the color of the sun. Her eyes stared into mine. It was like looking into a shadowy sea. Her lips were painted dark red and were parted ever so slightly. Her last breath took my breath away. It was a perfect gasp. I touched my gloved fingers to the stab wound over her heart. She was beautiful. I kissed her cheek and let my lips linger there for a moment just relishing the feel of the cold against my lips. I dragged myself away and reached into my duffle bag along side of the bed. I pulled out a gold diamond necklace and fastened it around her neck. The diamond laid on her bare chest very delicately. Goodbye, my sweet. I quickly got off the bed, picked up my duffle bag, climb out the window and down the fire escape. I walked along the quiet streets in the heavy fog. I breathed in the smell of the fresh morning dew. It's a beautiful morning. I walked along with skip in my step. I thought back to my sweet. That makes three now.
thought two days later:
"Did you hear about what happened to that poor girl a couple days ago?" A woman whispered in a coffee house to the man sitting across from her.
"Yes!" He replied, "It's awful." They sighed and continued to drink their coffee and talk about how terrible the world was that we lived in today. How something like this never would have happened even 20 years ago. Need I remind them about The Oklahoma Bombing, World Trade Center Bombing, 9/11? I got up from my seat and walked out into the the afternoon sun. The streets were filled with people going about their busy lives. I got on my motorcycle and drove back to my apartment so I could be alone. When I got home I turned on the news and their was something on about my sweet. "Diane Miller was found dead in her apartment Saturday night. She had a signal knife wound to the heart. She was completely naked expect for a diamond necklace around her neck. Now this is the third victim in a case like this in just a week and the police are no where near finding this killer. What I want to know-." I turned off the tv and went to bed. I have a big night tonight. Tonight she'll be perfect.
I woke up with a smile on my face. I took a warm shower, got dressed in my church clothes and went to go find her. I walked outside and enjoyed the slight nip in the air. I got on my motorcycle and drove to the dance club in town. There wasn't many people there on a Tuesday night. I made my way over to the bar and sat on a stool next to a gentleman dressed in a suit and tie and had a back pack by his feet. He stared into his half empty glass of beer with no emotion. I remembered I've seen him here on occasions. I never spoke to him. He didn't seem very approachable. I asked the bar tender for a some whiskey and a few minutes later was enjoying the burn warming my throat. I turned around in my seat and scanned the dance floor. I watched the beautiful faces blur by. Some were laughing while others held a more professional and serious manner. The elegant feet of men and women gracefully move their way across the room. Ah! Dance. It was a beautiful form of art which was under appreciated. I was never much of a dancer myself but watching others always put me in a hypnotized state.
Suddenly, a woman's laughter broke through my daze. The laugh sent shivers down my spin. It was alluring. I turned and saw a woman at the end of the bar talking to a man who clearly didn't deserve her. She had short jet black hair which curled under to frame her perfect circular face. Her eyes were a dark color I couldn't make out from this far of a distance. Her lips were full and her smile was big and bright. She wore a black dress which wasn't as low cut as most dresses and shirts these days yet it beautifully complimented her breast. The dress stopped just above her knees showing off long and very tan legs. She wore striped black and white high heels with secured with thin straps around her ankles.
She was perfect.
Just as I was about to rise from my seat to approach her, three police officers walked into the club. I turned my back towards them. They want to ruin my night. I didn't want to lose my change to be with her. I looked down at my feet and my eyes landed on the man's backpack instead. I had an idea. I slowly picked my duffle bag with one hand and his backpack with the other. They will be looking in all bags they find. All I need to do is switch them around. I glanced over at the officers. They hadn't looked my way yet. Maybe if I was fast enough I could...
"You! Don't move!"
I walked over to the suspect with officers, Davis and Edwards, trailing closely behind me. We were told to look for a well dressed man, in his 40's, dark hair, with a duffle bag, in one of the bars or clubs and we found him. We drew our guns and walked cautiously over to him. He was seated at the bar and he was reaching down for his duffle bag. He slowly raised his hands in the air. "What the Hell!" He shouted at us. "What is this about?" He spoke in a defensive manner. Typical.
"Keep your hands in the air!" I walked closer and grabbed the bag. When I opened it up I almost gagged. There was a large knife on top of some clothing along with a gold diamond necklace. "Get up!" I aimed my gun at the man's face and zipped the bag back up.
"Hey, that-that's not...mine!" He gulped.
"Yeah? Well than you won't mind going down to the station with us if you're so innocent." I read him his rights and my officers and I walked him out to the patrol car. He put up a huge fuss the entire ride to the police station. "Keep your mouth shut, killer!" He was really getting on my nerves.
"Killer? Are you kidding me?"
"I said shut up!" When we finally arrived at the station, we put the suspect in an integration room and waited for the lawyer he requested.
"Hey Morgan." Detective Richard Boones appeared casually behind me with a cup of coffee in his hands. He always showed up undetected and creepily which caused me to jump a little. I turned around to greet him. He very thin and tall with jet black short hair and grey eyes. He looked like the Slender Man for crying out loud. "What's up?" He nodded to the closed door to the interrogation room.
"Apprehended the suspect of that killer who slept with and then murdered those three women."
"I heard. Good job." He patted my shoulder though I didn't deserve the praise. Three women died because we didn't get to him fast enough.
"Excuse me?" I turned around and stood behind me was a woman wearing a brown dress suit, carrying a brown briefcase with her blonde hair pulled back tightly in a bun stood tall with a neutral expression. "Are you Detective Steve Morgan?"
"Yes, I am. And you are?" I crossed my arms across my chest and leaned my shoulder against the wall.
"Ms. Bryer. I'm Dylan Nesbit's lawyer. I trust you haven't begun questioning my client yet?"
"You can be rest assured I haven't asked him a damn thing yet."
She nodded and glanced at the door. "I'd like to talk to him alone for minute if you don't mind."
"I don't recommend it but sure. Whatever." I let her in the interrogation room and waited outside with Richard. "How can she defend some creep like that?" I didn't mind expressing my disgust at all.
"Beats me but I gotta run. I'm off the clock and it's my turn to pick up the kids from school. See ya later. Good luck in there." He patted me on the shoulder again and before walking off he added, "And don't lose your head in there. The Chief will have your badge if you let that happen again."
He was right. I get pretty emotional when I'm in there. It's just that they make me so angry. Acting like they are so big and bad and like they can just get away with anything. About seven months ago I brought in a guy for murdering this four year old son for crying too much. He sat in the interrogation room with a smile on his face the entire time. He made my blood boil so much I jumped across the table and punched the guy in the face. A few times. The Chief put me on a two month leave and told me if it happened again I'd be gone.
The door opened suddenly. "We're ready now." Ms. Bryer said and I followed her back in. The well dressed scum bag sat at the other end of the table with his hands folded in front of him and his head was bowed like he was praying.
"Praying for a miracle that will help you get out of this one?" I sat down across from him while his lawyer took a seat next to him.
"Besides for the fact that bag with the murder weapon and the necklaces were near my client, what grounds are you holding Mr. Nesbit here?"
I directed my eyes to Ms. Bryer. "It wasn't NEAR him. It was in his hands. When we walked in he was picking it up. But regardless of that, we have the eyewitness statements from people in the bar saying that they saw him there the dates the women went missing and they claim that they saw him always flirting with a lot of women all the time."
"I'm sure there were plenty of other people at the same place my client was those days as well. He could've picked up the wrong bag. You know as well as I do that you have nothing solid to hold against my client, Detective. I demand he be released."
"Oh really? Nothing?" I could feel the smile creep onto my face. "What about the 12 unpaid parking tickets we pulled up? Yeah, I think we'll just hold him here overnight. See what else can we dig up." I seriously felt the urge to wink.
After Ms. Bryer left and I put the suspect in a cell and went back to work at my desk. I had to find something else about this guy that'll provide hard evidence in court. I filled for a warrant to search his apartment but I probably wouldn't get that back until tomorrow. I ran another background check to see if I missed anything earlier. I called his ex-wife all she had to tell me was that he worked too much but he was a real up-standing guy. I was lost. I had nothing. Yet.
The next morning I was granted the search warrant. I took an officer with me to help scope out his apartment. It was a small one bedroom dump. There were dirty dishes piled up in the sink, clothes thrown on the floor, the bed was unmade, and there was dust bunnies in ever corner. "This guy really needs to hire himself a maid." Officer Lopez said as he dragged his finger along the table in the dining room.
I opened up the closet door and a box fell on top of me causing me to fall backward. "Get this off me!" I gritted through my teeth.
Officer Lopez threw the box aside one handed and helped me up to a sitting position. "Geez! Are you alright?"
"Yeah yeah," I waved off his concern, "I'm fine." I looked over to my side and pulled the box onto my lap. It really wasn't heavy at all. I guess it was just the impact the sent me down. I tore off the lid and pushed around the tissue paper looking for something to nail this guy with. And I found it!
"Pictures of each victim that brutally murdered were found by Detective Morgan and Officer Lopez in the closet of Mr. Nesbit's apartment." The prosecutor said to the jury as she slammed the pictures back down on her desk. "He was apprehended at a local dance club holding in his hand a duffle bag. What was in the bag? A jogging outfit, gloves, a gold diamond necklace, and a clean 5 inch sharp knife! What more do you need to see for this man to be put away and for the families of these 3 young women to get some justice and peace of mind?"
"Well, Ms. Bryer? Does your client has anything to add?" The judge asked.
"No, Your Honor." She looked over at Mr. Nesbit who just sat very quietly with his head hung low.
"Well, then. Has the jury reached their verdict?"
A blonde haired woman dressed in a light blue suit dress stood up and said, "We have, Your Honor. We the jury find the defendant, Mr. Dylan Nesbit, guilty of three accounts of first degree murder and should be sentenced to death."
"Mr. Nesbit? You are hereby sentenced to death for the murder of Judy Regal of the the first degree, Kathy Swanson of the first degree, and Diane Miller of the first degree. " The judge slammed down his gavel. The sound echoed off the walls then he said, "Your execution will take place one week from today. This court is now adjourned." Two officers then escorted Mr. Nesbit out of the the court room and back to jail.
ONE WEEK LATER:
It was all you heard about on the streets. People were celebrating. Celebrating the death of one person to avenge the death of three others. Ah the irony.
I finished tying the laces of my sneakers and zipped my jacket all the way to my neck. It was especially cold this morning. I sighed. I had to admit. I felt a pang of guilt. The man they arrested and killed might have had a long life ahead of him. He could have done a lot of good. However, there was no sense living in the past. Move on and let go. I smiled and felt a little lighter. I laid back down on the bed next to her. I smoothed back her long black hair. I kissed her closed eyes very gently. I slowly trailed my finger down her neck and across her chest. I dipped my finger in the warm blood running down between her breast. I licked the blood off my finger and smiled. I sighed because I had to leave. I left through the back door and was walking down the street with the back pack slung over my shoulder. This was easier to tote around than that old duffle bag. It was so big and bulky. This was much more convenient. I thought back to the beautiful woman I left lying in bed. That makes four now.
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