My series. 500 words on the nose.
The Chief put me on a sort of leave after we wrapped the Doll Collector case.
I say “sort of” because I was on call in case Mick got anything major in. Or he turned up.
Just thinking about him started the jitters. A week off and I was destined to spend the entire thing pacing or masturbating to thoughts of my serial killer.
Fuck. Maybe I should’ve taken Mick’s suggestion to see a shrink. My head was a zoo right now making any rest impossible.
I just needed to occupy my time. That meant cleaning my house and changing out my clothes for the season. I made a fucking roast at lunch. I made myself sit down and binge watch a few shows I was way behind on. Netflix asked me if I was still watching so many times, I finally quit.
It was nearing nine o’clock when I decided I needed to get out of the house. I made a point to pack my gun. Call me paranoid, but I’ve had too many psychos point a weapon at me lately to go without.
I put on running shoes and started out.
The street was quiet with a few cars parked by drive ways. It wasn’t until I jogged to the end of cul-de-sac that traffic on Main Street picked up.
I checked my holster, put in my headphones, and started a jog.
This calmed me. Something about the beat of the music and making my body burn pushed out all the other demons in my head. I ran until I was covered in sweat, my lungs heaving from exertion.
I stopped at what passed as the town square. It was dead here, giving me a moment to catch my breath amongst the civil war statues.
My body felt good. A reminder that I needed to stop eating so much junk and get out more often. I guess I wanted to live a little longer than I realized. Maybe I could even cut out the cigarettes.
I was deep in my song and contemplating whether to run or walk back when I heard a scream.
Ripping out my headphones, I drew my gun and kept my back to one of statues. I waited a beat before stepping out to scan the area.
Quiet had descended. I checked every tree, statue, section of grass within a mile and found nothing. Fuck, I must be overworked if I’m hearing imaginary screams.
Feeling stupid, I holstered my gun and decided to jog home. It took me a bit longer considering I was hyper vigilant and determined not to run so hard. The clock said a quarter to eleven when I finally rolled through the door.
Peeling off my clothing, I missed the difference until I noticed the light coming from under the French doors of my office.
I kept a hand on my gun near the band of my panties as I slid open the door.
“Hello, detective. Did you miss me?”
Oh my… now this could get interesting…
We’ll see where I go next. I haven’t figured it out just yet
Well done, madam! This is my kind of story. Action. Suspense. A woman with a gun. And, a charismatic serial killer that is always just on step ahead. I think I need to start at the beginning of your series and catch up!
Thank you! Not my usual style but I’ve enjoyed writing this so much
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Fabulous build of tension again!
This: my gun near the band of my panties
A casual, subtle reminder that this is all about her obsession with him and his with her!
On point Cara – well done!
Oh the suspense! Can’t wait to see where this goes! 😉
Yes yes yes, I did miss you! – this part flowed beautifully and am really enjoying the direct style of writing, perfect for this plot x