“Money always trumps loyalty”, he groaned and sat up slowly. “I’m seriously getting too old for all of this”.
Sean dusted his pants and took the moment to think as he mauled through what Blake had told him about his employers bearing badges too. He wouldn’t put it past Luke to have hired him and his office was the next place on his visitation list once he found enough strength to walk out from the alley.
“Bastard!” he cursed aloud.
Chapter Seven
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pon arriving to the blinking blue and red lights from an ambulance and several police cars parked outside the house, Jake could tell the signs weren’t ever a good one. The vultures had begun to gather as well, hoping to pick at any piece of information they would be afforded by the tragedy inside the house.
Momentarily too stricken to move, he took a good look around the house he was about gracing for the first time and one he had never assumed he would have any business with.
“What on earth happened now?” he asked himself, finally assuming the courage to walk ahead,
Brushing through the crowd and waving his badge to help pave his way through, Jake step underneath the cordoning tape and headed for the door before feeling someone tug at his shirt and sneak her slender arm underneath his.
“Shit! I forgot and left her behind!” he thought before shaking his head in guilt.
Sarah didn’t seem to think anything of his act and followed him into the room with her arm locked with his and her face swelling with tears already.
“I hope the Captain is alright”, Jake mumbled.
Sarah remained silent but had begun to weep even without getting confirmation of what had happened and the graveness of the events. Jake headed for the bedroom first and paused at the sight of the heinous scene that threatened to make his stomach churn and his heart collapse immediately. Sarah threatened to spill her guts, forcing him to hurry her away from the scene and back into the living room.
The seconds that followed were nothing short of numbing in feeling…
Silence mixed with deafening thoughts, all centered on how it had happened and who exactly was on the loose or what sort of demon they had to find, the air definitely wasn’t the same that morning. Police officers walked around holding their breaths while the forensic team set about their business for the past hour without giving any report just yet.
Jake found himself momentarily forgetting about his troubles back home and in his personal life, as Sarah glued herself tightly to his chest and wept softly without being consolable. He wished he could shed some tears of his own too, maybe, just maybe to give the same outward feeling and expression as others who mourned the passing of a colleague and an exemplary man.
The living room remained sparkling clean, which was rather baffling, coupled with the fact the front door had not been forced through. Jake walked around slowly, taking in the sight and wondering what the killer’s game was.
A man in his mid-forties exited the bedroom and approached Jake. “The room is all yours now detective”.
Nodding his head and thanking the forensics team as they made their exit from the house, he slapped on a pair of gloves and walked ahead, leaving Sarah with another cop who helped her to some water outside of the house and away from the crime scene. She was a mess and without doubt, useless on the scene of the crime in the manner she sobbed.
“What happened here?” Jake asked himself upon taking the first disturbing breath of air mixed with death upon entering the room.
The bedroom was in absolute chaos and stark contrast to the living room. The bed had been overturned and the blood trail leading from the drawer indicated the killer might have had a jump on him someway but there was something baffling about the scene in entirety. Copious amount of blood resided on the bed and not just around it but in the center.
“What is your plan exactly?” he thought to himself.
Confused while he walked around the room with no other thoughts running through his mind other than the fact that Captain Luke might have known his killer, he felt himself step on something crunchy and slowly got to his knee to observe the object. It was a partial cover to a lipstick case and he slowly placed it in an evidence bag before walking out the door.
Whistling towards one of the forensic team, he handed the evidence bag to the lady. “Please check what that is and give me a feedback as soon as you can”.
She received the evidence bag and walked away just in time for Mike Rondon to make his entrance into the house, sweaty and looking worrisome.
“I just got the call”, he mumbled. “Any clues on who might have capped the Captain?”
Bearing a rather angry frown on his face, Jake rebuked his insensitive partner immediately. “Show the man some respect, will you?”
Mike held his hands high and apologized. “I’m sorry… where are we on this? Any ideas what might have happened in here?”
Jake shrugged and shook his head. He had his ideas but he needed the forensics team to bring back their results first.
“There is a rumor that the Captain likes his broads you know?” Mike leaned over and spilled. “The man had a thing for anything with the figure eight and some gorgeous breasts”.
Mike’s continuous lack of sensitivity finally led Jake to walk back out in bid to have another look at the police officers gathered outside the house. They were definitely mostly silent, but something odd stood out clearly, the female officers wept bitterly and seemed rather more disturbed by the Captain’s death than the men were.
Unsure of what to make of it, he returned to meet with Mike inside the house. Mike had slowly began working
