Xavier had no idea if she remembered so he was trying to find some way to tell her. He looked over at her, she was sitting very quietly and as far away from his as she could possibly manage, within the confinements of the car. He didn't want to make things any harder for her than it already was, but they needed to talk. He was about to try to talk to her when she glared at him, stopping him short.
"Stop staring at me, you're creeping me out!" He could tell that she was trying to keep her composure. " You can let me out anywhere." She said as she looked out the window.
"Sorry about creeping you out but wer are going to have to talk about what happened." I was trying to ease her into talking to me. "It's still not safe to let you out anywhere, I need to take you to a safe place."
She scoffed at him. "I get it, you followed us and saved my life, yada, yada. This is still considered kidnapping and I'm a cop
"Okay people, we are running out of time! A fellow Detective is missing and she was last seen with this man." Mack was passing around a current photo of Brent Cummings. "His name is Brent Cummings he has also been known as Professor Michael Evans, Officer Jack Robertson, and Dr. Tucker Gillian. We already have his vehcile in processing as wer speak. We also know that there was a gentleman in here inquiring about Sierra's whereabouts before she went missing. Remember that Brent Cummings is extremely dangerous, if he is spotted don't go after him alone, call for back up and wait for them to arrive! I can not stress this enough, this guy is the number one suspect in the God of Torture killings, please watch each others backs! You are dismissed."Mack was getting very restless when his phone rang. He looked to see who was calling him but instead of a call he had received a text message. He opened it to see who had sent i
After sneaking into the station through the back door to the morgue, Brent made his way up to the evidence room on the second floor. He was b le to make it passed several officers without being recognized. He walked up to a door that had a window and a slot. "Hello, I need to log this bag in for evidence.""Yes sir, Officer Robertson, pleas sign in and you have fifteen minutes." When the officer in evidence was met with a look of confusion he quickly added. "New precautions, since Detective Ryans has gone missing."Brent just nodded his head in acknowledgment then he signed in and was soon buzzed in. He proceeded to walk down ta long hallway. Once he reached the third door on the left he set the bag of trash, which he had been carrying, on the counter. He then searched every evidence box, until he gound what he was looking for, Sierra's cell phone.Once he sent the text message using her phone, he knew that he had
I was sitting in the shower just letting the hot water run down my body. It was like I was in the twilight zone, everything that's happened feels so unreal, yet here I am in a very luxurious apartment with someone I thought, or hoped, I would never see again! I remembered everything now, Xavier had brutally murdered my father right in front of me, and then years later he rescues me from my boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend now, who against all odd tried to kill me! I just can't understand it all, my head hurt too bad to try to understand it all. I just want to curl up into a ball and hope that I wake up from this nightmare.When I was pruned, I got out of the shower and dried off. I went to put some clothes on when I remembered that I didn't have any clothes because mine were being cleaned. I wrapped the towel aroudn myself and walked out into the living room where I found Xavier standing infront of the window with his back to me. I was ad
Once Mark figured out how brent managed to get into the station, he made a point to block off the doorway so that nobody could enter or exit through it. The phone was being dusted for prints, but Mack doubted if they would find any. Brent wasn't that stupid, he's just playing with them."Until we hear differently we need to treat this case like he actually does have Sierra. We need to go over every piece of evidence and every active case she was involved in just in case anything connects. There has to be some kind of clues as to where Detective Ryans is!" Chief Lewis had been manning the phones while the others hit the streets for anything that will lead to her. It was all hands on deck for this case!Mack was trying to stay very calm considering that his best friend was missing and the Chief was riding his a** hard! H eneeds to find out where she is being held and soon. "Call me on my cell when you come across a
The house really wasn't that hard to break into, he just simply carded his way inside. He sut the door very quiently behind him and stood very still just listening for any noises throughtout the house. Once he was sure that he hadn't woken up anybody he proceeded up the stairs and down the hall to the first door on the right. Syringe at the ready he peered inside...empty. That meant that the room across the hall was probably empty as well, he peered in the room just to be sure.Predictable Greg, he had the kids sleep over at a relative's house for some quiet time with his wife, that will be his last mistake! Once he cleared the first hallway he headed to the master bedroom. H waited just outside of the bedroom door getting hsi breathing under control. He could feel all his sense spring to life, the adrenaline rush never got old! When he calmed down he very quietly turned the door knob adn opened the door ever so slightly.
"Why did you kill my father?" Why were we betrothed and why did you save me?" These were all the questions that I wanted answers for. I wasn't complaining about him saving me but I didn't understand why, I just needed to know what the strings were."Well what happened to your father is a little harder to explain, I'll get more into that after I answer the other questions. As to why we were betrothed that will need to be answered by the Tribe, they know more about it than I do." He paused to look at her, he seemed to be mesmerized by her adn it took all his will power to look away. "Here is my question for you, do you know the true identity of Tucker Gillian?"I was thrown off guard by his question. "What do you mean his true identity? He is a veterinarian, he is 33 years old, both of his parents died when he was 8, he's an only child, and he's extremely good in bed. Do I need to go on?" I asked a little exaspe
When Mack arrived home he was greeted with the aroma of freshly cooked pasta primavera. "Daddy's home, where are all my beautiful girls?" At the sound of his voice, Madison came bouncing down the hallway and through the doorway, right into his arms. He just held onto her, she was his safe haven. When she was around him she had a way of erasing all of his stress. When he finally released her she ran into the kitchen where Cheryl was cooking."Daddy, did you bring me any presents?" Madison curiously asked.He smiled, this is a tradition with every case he closes, he gets his daughter a present. This one was a little late because of everything that has happened lately. "I will give it to later, okay honey?" Mack answered as he entered the kitchen."Okay, daddy, glad that you're home." Madison answered sweetly as she bounded off into the living room.He turned to Cheryl and as soon as she saw h
Theresa DeLania lived in a quaint two bedroom town house. She never locked her door because of the neighborhood, everyone trusted each other, which made what Brent had to do all the easier. He didn't think that Theresa was married or involved with anybody, but he did know that she lived with Saber. Saber was an Alaskan Malamute, she brought him in a couple months ago to get fixed. As Brent neared the door he kept an eye out for Saber, one thing he knew was that dogs were unpredictable. He needed to lure Saber outside so he pulled out a whistle designed for dogs.Once the dog was outside, Brent was able to hit the dog with a blow dart that was dipped with enough sedative that he would be asleep for quite some time. On his way into the house he made sure that the dog was asleep, but alive. Once inside the house he quietly secured every room downstairs. When he made sure that he didn't miss anything he made his way up the stairs to
I can't believe that this day has finally arrived! My life has not been easy by any means but today if feels like all the rough patches are worth going through. I stare at myself in the mirror as Cheryl, my maid of honor, helps me attached my veil. There is an uneasiness that I have not been able to shake this whole day. I know that it is the cop in me that won't shut down but I have never been led astray by my instincts. I don't have to worry about Brent Cummings aka The God of Torture anymore, he is dead thanks to my inner demon. However Garrison O'Grady is still at large and we just found out recently that he is also the biological brother of Brent Cummings! Just my luck I now have yet another pshycopathic serial killer on my hands! "Earth to Sierra!" Cheryl comments, breaking my thoughts. I smile at her blushing, having been caught zoning out...again. "Sorry, I have a lot on my mind and I'm really nervou
It has been about three months since she had killed Brent Cummings and she still couldn't get rid of him. She stopped reading newspapers because that's all every one talked about. She would have quit her job if she could, but Mack and Xavier helped her listen to reason. "Sierra, honey, you need to forget about what happened in th past and focus on the present." Cheryl's voice brought her back to reality. "I know, I know I'm trying, by the way you look beautiful." She slapped on the best smile that she could. "Well thank you and you look absolutely radiant yourself." Cheryl stood behind her and touched up her make-up. "We have only a few minutes until the music plays. Now as you maid-of-honor, I am ordering you to help me with your veil." Sierra was chuckling at Cheryl as she held the head piece in place while Cheryl pinned it to her head. "Are you going to tell your husband-to-be?" Sierra was tak
Everything was falling apart! Sierra needed to get control of herself and soon. This latest incident could have cost her her job, her friendship with Mack, and above all else it could have cost her Xavier! Her boss took pity on her and just sent her on a three week paid vacation, so things could blow over or in the least cood down. Another thing that she was curious about was that since she drank from Brent, she hasn't suffered from the fever, it was very odd.She didn't object, she knew it would be of no use to argue. She knew that she needed the vacation anyway. She called Mack to let him know that she was going to leave town for about a week, of course he started to argue but he quickly gave in. "Don't worry Mack, I will be fine. I will call you when I arrive." She had bit waited for his reply before she hung up the phone.She looked at her watch, she had just enough time to take a shower, pack a bag or two
Brent coule not believe his luck that Sierra would just be unconscious waiting for him to punish her! He slowly admired her body as he took her cloths off. What delicate skin! Brent smiled to himself. He also took his clothes off and readied himself by hovering over her body. He caressed her legs up her hips over her stomach. He lingered on her perky breasts and tweaked her nipples to harden them to pointy nubs. He could feel that her body was shuddering under his touch. He smirked to himself as he bent down and took her nipple into his mouth and moaned at the taste of her in his mouth.He was so lost in his moment that he was unaware of her soft moans as she slowly roused to consciousness. He popped his mouth off of her breast and made his way up her neck to her mouth. He was about to run his tongue over her lips when he realized that she was fully awake! The intensity of her eyes startled him a bit.&
Garrison was resting in his new hotel, he stopped going to Pauline's for fear that someone would notice. He was flipping through the TV channels to make sure cops hadn't caught onto his scent yet. When he came across the local news he watched in shocked amazement. Apparently Brent Cummings tried to attack Detective Ryans for the second time, when he was somehow killed! He angrily shut off the TV, he started to pace around the room. How could Brent be taken over by his obsession so easily. Looks liek I'm just gonna have to find out what really happened to me brother! As he paced about the room, he was compiling a metal shopping list of items that he would need. He was in such deep thought plotting his revenge that he hadn't noticed that a young woman was standing in the doorway of his room. He stopped pacing and turned toward the door. "Beg your pardon sir, I wasn't aware that this room was occupied. Sorry to h
Mack had been trying to reach Sierra for a couple of hours. Either she was ignoring her calls or she was out of range. He decided to stop by the 2nd precinct on his own, he'll just pass along the information when he saw her next. She was starting to act really weird as of late, he was really starting to worry about her even more. He was brought back to reality as he was met by Detective Dominguez. "Good evening Detective Stone." Detective Dominugez was about 5'9" and locked to be in his early thirties and fit. "Well I brought those photos, that I told you about with me. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind interviewing some of those co-workers of the first victim, with me." "I will go with you, but only on one condition, I drive." Detective Dominguez was already headed to his car. Mack quickly exited hsi car and hopped in the passenger side of Detective Dominguez's car. They rode the whole way to the din
Brent followed both Sierra and her guest, to a cabin that was hidden well out of the city limits. He decided to change the location of his plans, out here nobody would interfere it was perfect! When they entered the cabin Brent started to prepare for the plan. He waited for the man to leave before he put his plan into action. When he knew that the man was a safe distance away, he made his way towards to cabin, cautiously. When he reached the door he paused to make sure that the guy wasn't coming back, the only thing he heard was a light groaning coming from the other side of the door. He slowly and quietly opened the door adn entered the cabin. He shut and barricaded the door and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He found that he was in the kitchen so he searched for a weapon and found a meat cleaver. He walked down the hallway and heard the groans getting louder. He came up to a closed door on the right and
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
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