Even though she didn't feel like working today, Sierra went any way. She met up with Mack at the station, carrying two coffee cups. "How are you feeling this morning?" Mack was apparently still butt-hurt about what happened the previous day.
She rolled her eyes at his tone. "No, no more outbursts and I am feeling much better, thanks for asking." She took a sip of her coffee before adding. "Did we get any new information on our cases?" She didn't want to explain things that she, herself, didn't understand so a change fo topic seemed like a good idea.
Mack was a little bit more forgiving once she handed him his coffee. "Well the coroner has some information for us on the doc, other than that, nothing."
"Then let's go talk to the doc about the doc." She said as she was headed towards the elevators. She was about to push the button when she saw someone that she couldn't possible have seen. "Mack, I'll
Garrison spent all day getting ready for the night. He moved all of his stuff to Pauline's old house. He also noticed an old abandoned house about a block from Pauline's place. He would move everything there after he took care of some things later. He put a cordless drill, a hacksaw, a couple steak knives, and a clean change of clothes into a small black duffel bag in some bushes nect to an open window, leading to the basement.After dropping off his supplies he had lunch at a drive up diner, then walked around town for a little while. When he finally went to his workshop it was pretty late, so he showered and dressed. He walked down to Joe's bar adn set up another tab, this time he was drinking shots of 100 proof Southern Comfort whiskey. He was feeling a little anxious, which was never good.As he waited for his targets, a very attractive young woman bought him a couple rounds. She looked to be in her late twenties, pro
When he left the station earlier that day he stayed parked in the parking lot, waiting. He waited for her to get off shift and leave the station. Brent had followed Sierra to the super market, after she left the station. As soon as she entered the store, he followed. When she headed to the deli he went to the vegetable section, he wanted to stay hidden until the last possible moment. He kept his eye on her and when he saw his window of opportunity he took it and calmly walked passed her, accidentally bumping into her. "Oh, excuse me ma'am, I didn't see you there." "Oh it's okay, I should wat-" She looked up briefly then froze at the sight in front of her! He left her there staring after him in shock. It wasn't until he had reached the second aisle when she took off after him. He ducked down the aisle and hid himself in a group of business suit types. He watched her peer down the aisle, then check the other a
Garrison planned on waiting for them inside of the college but there was a little snag in his plan. When he went to go retreive the bag, he found an empty plance where the bag should have been! One of those little shits must have taken it! He thought to himself as he waited for them by the door. It took only twenty minutes for at least one of them to show up. He waited for Paul to unlock the door and enter the college. O'Grady slid through the door as it shut, he followed Paul to his dorm room. When Paul entered the room O'Grady slid his arm through the crack just as Paul was shutting the door. "What the hell?" Just as Paul was heading back to the door, O'Grady shoved his body through the door, knocking Paul to the floor in the process. "What the hell is your problem man?" Paul asked as he stood to confront the intruder. When he saw who it was a slight flicker of fear passed over his features. "
When Sierra and Mack arrived at the crime scene, they found that the victim was shot twice through the chest, with what might have been a small caliber adn since no one heard a gun discharge they assumed that there was a silencer involved. "So can you tell me how long she's been dead, doc?" Mack was vigorously chewing a stick of gum while he watied for the answer. Mack never chews gum unless his stress level is so high that he's having difficulties containing it. "I'd say no more than eight hours. She hasn't been moved so she died where she dropped." The doc nodded to his assistant to take the body to the morgue. "What you think, Sierra?" "Was there anything missing?" She looked around the house, it looked like nothing was missing or out of place, which meant that she had been a loose end. "NOt that any of us could tell. The jewelry boxes don't seem to be missing anything, but we did find a sterling silver bra
Brent was watching the news about the department store clerk. So far the police have nothing to add about the murder. He went into the kitchenette adn started cooking his steak. He has just opened his beer when he heard about a break in the case. "THIS JUST IN, THE AUTHORITIES FOUND A PARTIAL FINGER PRINT LEFT AT THE SCENE. THE IDENTITY HAS NOT YET BEEN DISCLOSED!" Right on time, now to start phase two of my plan! Brent thought smugly to himself.Sierra wasn't as spooked or edgy as he would have liked but she was hopefully spooked enough for this plan to work. Ready or not, here I come! He thought to himself as he ate his food then changed his clothes. Once he was done with tht he made an anonymous call to the police station, leaving enough clues for Sierra to follow him to a specific alley, where he would be eagerly waiting!During the time Brent was setting up an
When Xavier finally met up with Mack and Sierra at the station, he delivered the good news. "Your father is still resting in peace, his grave site hasn't been messed with in any way!" Sierra released her breath that she hadn't been aware that she was holding. Her relief didn't last long as alarm quickly over came her. Xavier looked at her as he saw the emotions cross her face. "What is the matter Sierra? You are as white as a sheet, are you feeling okay?" He could feel the fear coming off of her in waves. She quickly tried to hide her fear and compose herself. "No, I am fine, I just had a very disturbing thought. If my father hasn't been disturbed then that means that somebody has been messing with me!" She really hated mind games, especially when they included her dead family! Mack was already on his way to Missing Persons, before he spoke. "I will get all the information that I can on a
O'Grady could hear music and laughter coming from room 390, so he quietly approached the door, looked around and made sure that no one was watching him. He reached for th edoor knob and turned it until the latch released adn the door fell free from his hand. He wouldn't have much time so the needed to act quickly. He reached inside his bag and pulled out a bowie knife, he watied for rick to come to the door. As the door started to shut, he slid his arm through the crack and slashed at what he believed to be Rick's throat. His assumption was confirmed when he heard a gurgled gasp and Channing's shocked voice. "RICK! What the-" O'Grady stormed intot he room and locked the door behind him. "Well hello Channing." He smiled menacingly at his prey. Channing was sitting at the desk when O'Grady walked into the room. "What do you want? I already apologized for knocking your drink all over you." "Yes, ye di
When Mack headed back to his desk he was bombarded with at least 15 messages waiting for him. Three were from his wife, two were from Xavier, and the last ten were from the 2nd precinct. "Hello, this is Detective Mack Stone, I am returning a call to a Detective Gabriel Dominguez. Is he available?" "Hold please." Moments later he was greete4d by a man's voice that had a slight accent to it. "Hello, this is Detective Dominguez, thank you for returning my call. I have a couple of cases that you and your partner might be interested in." "What kind of cases?" Mack asked, intrigued. "The M.O. is familiar to your previous torture cases. The only difference is that the killer leaves a callling card at every scene." Mack didn't recall Brent leaving any calling cards at his crime scenes. "What kind of calling card?" "He leaves a black rose on or near the body of whoever he killed. This guy se