Thread: Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana) - Completed Story

RE Farewell, My Lovely Quix Xana A sense of trepidation hit Tom again as Lila's teasing comment reverberated in his ears, however the Detective wasn't a superstitious man, and he swiftly put it down to the coincidence that she'd just expressed what he'd earlier been thinking. Or had he projected it by his own description, without consciously being aware he was doing so? Whatever the case, the feeling passed as they got down to business. The real victims. He remained silent, except for the sounds of chewing, and carefully watched Lila mulled over the information. As far as he could see, she didn't react to the images, and when she'd finished, he grasped the blue pen he'd earlier tapped between his teeth, and twirled it between two fingers whilst he appraised her initial conclusions. Makes sense. All of the victims were white, and lived in white, middle-class neighborhood's, so he wouldn't stand out, especially as I'm positive that he entered their homes, possibly more than once, prior to the final rape. Also, although two of the women reported harassment, there was no formal investigation as none of the matters were regarded as serious enough to warrant one, so you're right. He knows just how far to push it. Tom shrugged. It was a fact of life that the Authorities didn't possess the resources to investigate every minor complaint, and that it was often considered women over-reacted. In fact, half of the incidents didn't even come to light until friends and acquaintance were interviewed after their deaths, and I believe he may have used the threat of releasing stolen explicit images to keep them silenced. The Detective had been glancing at the case file on his desk as he responded, before his blue eyes met Lila's green ones with her final words, and he sat back to stare at her as she prepared to depart. This was the case of a lifetime one that could make or break his ambitions, and result in his name headlining the papers and television news bulletins, and it was fine for Lila to say he call it in, for she was already successful and well-known within her profession, whereas he wasn't. That, although Tom had never spoken of it aloud, was cause for a touch of resentment. However, there'd also been something about the phrasing that had perked his interest. Not that he had to report it, or that he should , but that he was supposed to, and he thought it possible that Lila had been intrigued by the man and his acts, just as he was. I'm off to interview the latest victim's ex-boyfriend, so I'll walk you downstairs. Not likely he has any knowledge, but he needs to be crossed off as a suspect. The Detective momentarily averted his gaze to stand and grab his jacket and utility belt, then gently touched Lila's arm and spoke softly when his focus returned to his wife. We don't know that it's a serial-killer yet, so let's just keep it between us for the moment. If it turns out to be what we believe it is, then I'll report it, but I'd rather not run off half-cocked, and make a fool of myself. His first lie. Tom was certain that it could be only be the same perpetrator, and that he already possessed enough evidence to at least arouse the FBI's curiosity. Just get me that written profile by tomorrow, and I'll keep you updated every step of the way. Okay baby? All concerns of Lila's resemblance to the previous victims had been forgotten in the excitement of imagining himself pitted against such a formidable opponent by the time he completed the question with a kiss, and motioned for her to exit the office before him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That may have changed if he'd known the database search of the three cases that morning had triggered an alarm, and the perpetrator had swiftly set to finding out who'd uncovered the link between the dead women. My my, hadn't the killer been pleasantly surprised when his research had led to discovering the Detective's wife's profession, and then to an image of Dr Lila Ross. So much so that he'd followed her from her practice to the police station, and when she exited with her husband, he keyed her so easily obtained number into his cell-phone. Detective Reilly is a very lucky man, Dr Ross. He should be careful someone doesn't try and steal you away. Dark hair, green eyes, just my type. Text sent, the man relaxed in his vehicle, and smiled. He'd become bored with easy targets, so hopefully this one, and her husband, would present a greater challenge than the last.