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Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Forced Together

Cameron and David walked into the coroner’s office after stopping for coffee.

“What do we have, Ben?” Cameron asked the coroner.

“I found the cause of death. She has massive bruises and cuts all over her body but they weren’t what killed her. She died from a massive overdose of heroin. Everything else that happened to her happened after her death.” The coroner, Ben replied.

“Did you identify her?” Cameron asked.

“I found her using her fingerprints. She wasn’t in the system for any bad reasons. Her father is a cop, and he had her fingerprinted years ago when that was a popular thing to do in case of an abduction. Her name was Tiffany Rose Owens. She wasn’t from around here. She grew up two towns over. I’m not sure how she wound up here but I can tell you a bit about her. She was 15 years old and her father reported her missing two days ago. A good student with no disciplinary problems to speak of. It’s uncertain if she ran away or if there was an abduction.” Ben explained.

“Did you find out if she had any friends that we might talk to so we can get to learn more about her personality?” Cameron uttered out loud.

“I’m willing to bet her guidance counsellor or homeroom teacher might have something that can help.” Ben added.

“Let’s head to Tiffany’s school to talk to her guidance counsellor and find a friend willing to tell us what she was like.” Cameron said towards David as she left the room.

“Let’s go together. We can talk about the case on the way. How does that sound to you?” David said as he caught up with Cameron.

“We can go together but don’t make it a habit. I enjoy working alone.” Cameron stated.

Cameron and David drove the hourlong trip, making small talk instead of discussing the case at hand. Once they arrived, they headed straight to the guidance office to speak to Tiffany’s guidance counsellor, Mr. Harold Bright. Cameron knocked on the open door, exchanging awkward glances with David before the man inside shouted for them to come in.

“Come in.” Mr. Harold Bright shouted.

“Thank you, Mr. Bright.” Cameron replied.

“What can I do to help the police today?” Mr. Bright asked.

“We came here to find out what you know about a girl that attended school here named Tiffany Rose Owens.” Cameron questioned.

“Tiffany was a bright student that went missing about two days ago. She wasn’t too popular, so she only had one friend that I know of. Tiffany had an active imagination on her though. It made her an excellent writer. She wanted to be an author.” Mr. Bright explained.

“What do you mean when you say that she had an active imagination?” Cameron asked.

“Her dad was and still is a respected member of the police force. She claimed he was doing unseemly things to her but I know him. He’s a charitable man. If it’s not money, he’s donating his time to several causes dear to his heart.” Mr. Bright clarified.

“You mentioned a friend. Can we talk to her?” Cameron questioned.

“You can. I figured you would want to talk to her so I had her brought from her classes. She should be right outside in the hallway.” Mr. Bright stated. “Do you need anything else from me? I have an appointment that I need to get ready for.”

“No. We can manage one teenage girl.” David replied before they moved into the hallway to question Tiffany’s friend.

“Are you Tiffany's friend?” Cameron asked.

“I was.” The girl responded. “I mean I tried to be.”

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” David cooed.

“My name is Emily.” She responded.

“What can you tell us about Tiffany?” David questioned.

“Tiffany was a shy girl. She spent more time in her head than in the outside world. She was kind to people even if they didn’t deserve it. Her dad didn’t deserve her kindness. He got off scot-free for the accusations she made against him because he has the town so fooled into assuming he’s such a pious and charitable man that they didn’t trust her. She told all the right people what happened behind closed doors in her home but no one did a thing to help her. I saw something weird one night.” Emily recounted.

“What did you see?” David questioned.

“He didn’t shut the blinds the whole way, and he kissed her but not fatherly if you get what I mean. He started taking her clothes off and then took her to his bed. I didn’t see what happened next but I can’t imagine it being good or moral.” Emily remarked with a sigh.

“Do you have any reason to suspect she ran away?” David said.

“Tiffany met an older guy who said he would take her away from her father and make her happy. He bought her expensive clothes and jewelry. I told her not to trust him but she didn’t listen to me. Her life was so miserable she needed out.” Emily said with tears flowing from her eyes. Cameron handed her a tissue before trying to comfort her.

“I’m sure you did all that you could.” Cameron said while hugging a very upset Emily.

“She just had an appointment at the doctor’s last week and found out she’s pregnant, or was pregnant.” Emily confided.

“Let’s go, Cameron. I’m sure the girl will be fine.” David said with an unwarranted coldness.

“I have to go, but this is my card with my personal number on it if you need to talk to anyone about what you’re going through.” Cameron offered before letting her go before walking away. The girl's cries broke her heart, but she needed to go if she wanted to find the killer.

“Thanks.” Emily shouted towards the pair walking away.

Cameron and David drove the hour back to the precinct in complete silence so that Cameron could get rid of him. David’s attitude was driving her crazy. He was so charming when he wanted to be but cold and calculating the very next minute. She pulled up to the precinct waiting for David to get out before locking the doors and speeding off. It upset her to realize that Tiffany had lived and died without knowing the kindness that every child deserves. She was sure that Tiffany’s after had been abusing her and nobody would listen to her so she most likely felt scared and alone. Cameron knew that her life resembled hell. Cameron had excess angry energy she needed to burn off, so she left for the gym to burn it off. She parked secured her firearm in her trunk and headed inside after collecting her gym clothes.

Cameron changed before heading to the treadmill. She put in her headphones and turned on her favorite indy rock band and started at a slow pace before speeding up to a full run. She ran until she needed to breathe so she slowed down to cool off before stopping altogether. Cameron headed to the locker room getting into the shower to clean up before going back to the precinct. She stood under the water thinking about Tiffany and the girls liker her who were killed the previous summer. She hadn’t caught the killer before her injury but she could make things right by catching him this time.

Cameron had been working non-stop for three weeks when the killer shot her while trying to apprehend him. It was touch and go for a while, but Cameron recovered. The murders stopped after her injury and started up only a few weeks after her return. Her recovery took longer than expected because she had gotten addicted to pain killers while she was recovering. A good friend of hers confronted her when he realized what was going on. He was a doctor and helped her through the withdrawal process and started her down the road to recovery from addiction. He made it a point to check in on her as often as possible, especially with Cameron returning to work. Cameron was using the pain medication to hide how she was suffering, but when her friend questioned her progress, she broke down. He was a true friend. A true friend is there through your best times but sticks close during your rough patches and Daniel did that.

The water washed over Cameron, removing the sweat that accumulated during her run. She stood in the shower, letting the water mix with the tears now running down her cheeks. It took a good twenty minutes before Cameron was over crying so she could get out. She didn’t want to worry about breaking down in front of anyone. Cameron got dressed and headed to her car. Just as she was pulling her car keys out of her pocket, her phone rang. It was Chief Fergusson.

“Walsh.” Cameron snapped.

“Where are you?” Chief Fergusson snapped back.

“I had an errand to run.”

“What is so important you had to ditch your partner?”

“I’m not at liberty to discuss it. I’ll be back at the precinct in ten minutes.”

“That’s not good enough. I need you here now.” Chief Fergusson said slamming the phone on his desk.

Chief Fergusson hung up on Cameron without saying goodbye. It was a common thing for him to avoid pleasantries if like conversational gestures when entering or exiting a room. Cameron got to the precinct and braced for her entrance. She sat in her car for a few minutes getting her game face ready before entering the double doors leading to the precinct. Cameron worried about her reputation. Being a female detective was all about balance. She needed to stay true to her caring nature but also needed to be strong. They always made female detectives feel inferior because they are more emotional. She needed to defy those stereotypes. With her game face put on, Cameron headed into the precinct heading straight to her office where David and Chief Fergusson were already waiting for her.

“Are you any closer to finding the killer?” Chief Fergusson barked toward Cameron.

“Not exactly.” Cameron replied.

“That’s not true.” David interjected.

“How so?” Chief Fergusson asked with skepticism.

“Every time this guy kills, we learn more about him. It's a matter of time before Cameron figures out who this killer is.” David clarified.

“You may be right David but that means more dead bodies, and the public is already in a panic..” Chief Fergusson responded.

“I’m going over the evidence collected from last summer’s murders and looking at them again with fresh eyes. I might see something now there has been time away from it all.” Cameron stated.

“I can look at the evidence with Cameron and offer some insights so we can build a psychological profile on the killer.” David interjected.

“Check in with me as soon as you have something.” Chief Fergusson mumbled while walking out.

“You didn’t need to help me.” Cameron remarked. “But I appreciate the gesture.”

“I understand how hard it is to please guys like him.” David stated.

“Let’s pull the evidence together on the boards. I don’t think getting together a psychological profile can hurt the case. I realize I’m not on board with working with you but I’m stumped. If you can help me catch this guy, then I guess I can put aside my ego and let you help. I would hate or more girls to die because of my foolish pride.” Cameron sighed.

“It seems as if you have a good head on your shoulders, Cameron. I think you are closer to finding the killer than you think.” David remarked with an odd smile unbefitting of the setting.

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sweetangela79 · 5 years ago

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Danger Around Every Corner

The two girls were tipsy but even more proud. Not only did they get served alcohol with the fake IDs, but they had two handsome gentlemen buying them drinks all evening. The girls walked out into the darkened alley followed by the two guys taking a shortcut on their way to a hotel to continue their party. One girl, Ashley, tripped, nearly falling. She looked at the ground to discover what she almost tripped over when she saw an expensive handbag. She reached out to grab it, but it was too dark so her friend, Brittany took out her phone to shine a light on the ground only to see why Ashley couldn’t take the bag. There was a hand clutching the bag that belonged to a body lying in a pool of blood in the alley. Both girls jumped back, tying unsuccessfully not to fall. The guys in the alley with them helped them up before running off. Ashley called 911 before leaving the girl all alone in the place where she died.

The 911 dispatcher notified a rookie patrol officer they reported a body in an alley outside of a local dive bar aptly named Beer. Officer O’Riley got out of his patrol car less than ten minutes later, apprehensive of what he might find. As Officer O’Riley approached the alley with his flashlight, he steadied himself before looking for anything out of the ordinary or suspicious. He had hoped they called a fake report in. He never witnessed a dead body up close before and he didn’t want to see at one now. He kept talking outlaid to himself as he walked down the alley preying not to find a dead body but that prayer fell upon deaf ears because as he was passing the door he approached a dumpster finding the young girl immediately. She looked so young and innocent. What first caught his eye was the sparkly handbag the girls had tried to take. He held his breath as he shone his flashlight ahead of him finding the poor girl's body. It was only then that officer O’Riley allowed himself to breathe. He turned around gasping for air not knowing if he would pass out, throw up or do a combination of the two. He stood still trying to regain his composure for some time before he called his reporting into the dispatcher.

Dispatch immediately called the homicide department who called Cameron Walsh. Twenty minutes later Detective Cameron Walsh was leaning over the dead body looking for any clue how this young girl wound up dead in an alley behind the dirtiest dive bar she had ever seen. She appeared to be a prostitute with a nasty drug habit but not a long one. Her eyes were open, destroying the visual effect of her sleeping peacefully amongst the trash piles that lie all around her. She couldn’t have been any older than 16. As Cameron inspected the body, a man tapped her on her shoulder, causing her to jump. She turned looking up at the man in a cheap suit and cheaper cologne.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing at my crime scene?” Cameron yelled.

“I’m looking for Detective Cameron Walsh.”

“That’s me but you better have a hell of a good reason to bother me while I’m busy.”

“My name is David Anderson with the Federal Borough of Investigations, and Chief Fergusson sent me to help you. They think I can help you build a profile of the guy you’re looking for.”

“I didn’t ask for nor do I need your help.”

“I didn’t ask you if you wanted my help. They have informed me it’s needed. If you have a problem with my being here, you can talk to Chief Fergusson because that’s who called me in.”

“I will do that as soon as I get the chance. Please go away.”

Cameron inspected every detail of the scene until they convinced her she had gotten a glance at everything. She also photographed every inch of the crime scene before heading to the station to drop the evidence off at the lab. With no notice she left the scene leaving Agent Anderson with a semi-shocked expression on his face. He also seemed pleased. She went to her car then drove to the precinct stopping in the basement leaving the evidence she collected in the basement with the lab technicians to go through before heading for Chief Fergusson’s office to discuss the situation with the federal agent. It took her half an hour to catalogue all the evidence into the inventory then she headed upstairs stopping to grab a cup of coffee on the way up. Cameron would drop her things off in her office then find Chief Fergusson but when she approached her door, it was already half opened. Cameron walked into her office to see a disgruntled Chief Fergusson and a smug Agent David Anderson waiting not so patiently for her arrival.

“What took you so long to get here, Detective Walsh?” Chief Fergusson asked harshly.

“I had to drop off the evidence I collected along with the photographs I took of the scene before I got here so they could start processing things.” Cameron answered.

“What did you find?” Chief Fergusson asked.

“I’m not sure what I found yet. I need to get the results back from the lab and get my photos developed to understand what I’ve gotten.” Cameron explained with a calm tone that she didn’t seem to possess.

“I would feel better about telling the women in this city they are safe if you seemed as if you knew what you were talking about.” Chief Fergusson bellowed.

“I know what I’m doing.” Cameron huffed.

“Do you?” Chief Fergusson hissed.

“I know how to collect evidence with the purpose of solving a crime. I think you would feel safer if you trusted me more than you do, but you never have been good with trust issues.” Cameron replied.

“What on Earth does that mean?” Chief Fergusson asked in utter confusion.

“I meant that if you trusted people more, you might be happier. I’ve heard the stories that the old timers tell and from what they say if you trusted my dad he would still be alive. You can’t do that, can you? It’s not in your nature.” Cameron blurted out.

“Your father was my partner, but he was my best friend. I trusted him with my life. The stories the old timers tell aren’t true at all.” Chief Fergusson whispered.

“If you trusted my father, then you can trust me.” Cameron answered with a sympathetic tone. “It’s clear that you don’t trust me or I wouldn’t be working with big brother over here to solve these murders.”

“I trusted your father with my life but you aren’t him. I may have known you as a child, but I don’t recognize who you became as you grew up. I brought Agent Anderson in to help you build a profile of the person who would commit these types of murders and the murders from last summer because I’m sure you realize we connect them.” Chief Fergusson stated.

“I work alone.” Cameron replied.

“I realize you prefer to work alone, but I’m not giving you the choice this time. You are working with Agent Anderson and that’s final. You don’t have to like it, but you have to follow my orders. Use him the way you would use any tool in your evidence kit. Just get the job done and fast. People are afraid, and it's creating mass hysteria among the working ladies in this town.” Chief Fergusson said before quickly leaving Cameron’s office.

“I guess, Agent Anderson, we have some work to do.” Cameron remarked before going over her detailed notes from the crime scene. The pair worked together until the coroner’s office called Cameron around eight am. The preliminary autopsy of the victim found in the alley the night before outside of the bar was complete. They took the elevator down to the basement to speak with the coroner.

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sweetangela79 · 5 years ago

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Prologue

Tiffany heard the familiar honk of a car horn and immediately climbed out of her window, crawling down the trellis to get to the ground. She headed to the car, making sure to stay out of sight. The man got out and hugged her with all his might before opening her door to let her in. They drove off together. He took her to a cabin in the woods that was where he grew up as a child. The shack was long abandoned, but he still visited to reminisce about his childhood. He lit a fire in the fireplace like usual and sat with Tiffany until she started crying.

“What’s wrong, Tiffany?” The man asked with concern.

“I’m pregnant.” Tiffany replied.

“How can he have done that to you? Does he know about the baby?” The man growled.

“Yes, he does. He was the one who took me to the doctors when I was throwing up. Since I’m only 15, they told him right away. He is taking me tomorrow to get an abortion a few towns over. I don’t want to have an abortion. I don’t want to kill my child no matter how it happened.”

“I understand Tiffany, but your father won't let you keep the baby. I can help you keep the baby.” The man replied.

“How?” Tiffany

“I’m taking you away from all of this. How about tonight? I’m giving you medicine to help you sleep while you’re in the car.” The man replied

“Will the medicine hurt the baby?” Tiffany wondered.

“It’s harmless to the baby.” The man responded.

“Are you sure?” Tiffany asked again.

“I’m sure. Just give me your arm. It’ll sting a bit but I promise to make it better.” The man assured the frightened Tiffany.

Tiffany slumped into the man's arms as she drifted off into sleep then her breathing slowed until she stopped breathing completely. The man picked her up gently and brought her to his childhood bedroom where there was a table. He laid her on the table and cleaned her up. He washed her face and hands lovingly. He stared at her for a long time until another man entered the room. It was his father.

“What are you doing, boy?” The man’s father barked.

“I’m taking care of this little princess. She was hurting so much. I needed to fix it.”

“You need to finish the job.”

“What do you mean, Dad?”

“You need to hurt her.”

“I don’t want to hurt her. I want to protect her.”

“You’ll feel better if you do what I tell you to do, boy.”

“I’ll feel better?”

“Yes. You know what to do.”

The man took out his implements of torture and began hurting Tiffany. It didn’t take long for her body to have cuts and scrapes of all kinds. He could even imagine her screams as if she were still alive, and it made him sad to see her so fragile. He protected from her from her father so why was she dead. He looked over his handiwork and began shaking in anger.

“You said I would feel better. I’m not any better!”

“You didn’t do it right then. Next time will be better.”

“I don’t want to kill again.”

“This was a mercy kill and you’ll realize it had to happen this way. That baby was an abomination in the lord’s eyes.”

“I could have taken her away to have the baby.”

“Where would you take her?”

“Anywhere far from here.”

“Get some rest, son. You did God’s work tonight.”

“Go away and never come back.”

“You’ll learn soon enough that I never leave for good.”

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