Accord and peeled off.
* * *
Lisa parked the Honda in her garage, killed the engine, then turned and faced Reggie. “Sorry about what happened back there,” she apologized as if that would fix everything. “You not mad at me are you?”
“Of course not,” Reggie lied. “As a matter of fact the exact same thing happened to me on my first time,” he lied again with a straight face.
“What now?” Lisa asked feeling a little better since Reggie didn’t seem to be mad with her.
“First things first, we have to go inside take off our clothes and burn them. Then we have to clean off our weapons and get rid of them.”
Lisa entered her house through the garage, with Reggie close on her heels before she even got a chance to sit her keys down on the counter, Reggie swung the ax with all his might, and chopped Lisa’s head clean off of her shoulders. It took a couple of seconds for Lisa’s body to respond and crumble down to the floor. Reggie looked down at Lisa’s decapitated body and shook his head with a disgusted look on his face.
What Now
Anthony Stone pulled up on the deserted street that was full of cops and flashing lights. When his phone rung in the middle of the night he knew that whatever it was it had to be bad. He walked and immediately spotted a males body part on the ground. “What do we have here?”
“Male, mid-thirties, found chopped up,” the officer said, then handed Anthony Stone an envelope. “It’s addressed to you.”
Anthony Stone took the envelope and opened it, and began to read the letter inside.
“Good evening Detective Stone, if you are reading this then once again that means you have failed to protect the innocent tax payers that pays your salary. Looks like I’m going to have to turn up the heat a little to get you to do your job, if things go according to plan then I’m sure I’ll be seeing you face to face soon...
Sincerely yours: Uncle Sam.”
Anthony Stone handed the envelope back to the officer. “Any idea where this guy was coming from?”
“Not sure but I saw a bar a few blocks down that would be my best guess,” the officer replied. “Also it looks like our killer may have thrown up; we’re getting that checked now for DNA.”
“I’m going over to the bar to check it out,” Anthony Stone said. “Keep me posted on that vomit,” he called over his shoulder.
Anthony Stone entered the bar, walked up to the bartender, and flashed his badge. “Detective Stone I’m going to need to have a look at your surveillance tapes.”
“I’m sorry but only the owner is authorized to touch the surveillance tapes,” the bartender replied.
“Then I suggest you get him on the phone,”
* * *
An hour later Anthony Stone sat in the back office along with the owner of the bar looking over the surveillance tapes. “Pause it right there and zoom in,” he said trying to get a good look at the woman’s face. “I’ve seen her somewhere before,” he said out loud. Anthony Stone turned to face another detective who was in the room. “Run her image through our data base and let me know what comes up!” He ordered. Stone turned back and faced the bar owner. “Thank you so much for your cooperation,”
Anthony Stone stepped out the bar was immediately met by Captain Fisher. “Hey captain what’s up?”
“The chick from the bar her name is Lisa Montgomery. Her record is clean. Just a few parking tickets. Last place of employment was some club called, Club Blaze,” Captain Fisher informed him.
As soon as Anthony Stone heard the name Club Blaze, it all came back to him. He remembered the Latin woman who claimed to be the manager of Club Blaze the same club where, Melissa was last seen before her body showed up in the trunk of an abandoned car. “You have an address for me?”
“Already texted it to you,” Captain Fisher said with a smirk.
Hands Where I Can See Them
Anthony Stone pulled up in front of Lisa’s home just in time
* * *
Lisa parked the Honda in her garage, killed the engine, then turned and faced Reggie. “Sorry about what happened back there,” she apologized as if that would fix everything. “You not mad at me are you?”
“Of course not,” Reggie lied. “As a matter of fact the exact same thing happened to me on my first time,” he lied again with a straight face.
“What now?” Lisa asked feeling a little better since Reggie didn’t seem to be mad with her.
“First things first, we have to go inside take off our clothes and burn them. Then we have to clean off our weapons and get rid of them.”
Lisa entered her house through the garage, with Reggie close on her heels before she even got a chance to sit her keys down on the counter, Reggie swung the ax with all his might, and chopped Lisa’s head clean off of her shoulders. It took a couple of seconds for Lisa’s body to respond and crumble down to the floor. Reggie looked down at Lisa’s decapitated body and shook his head with a disgusted look on his face.
What Now
Anthony Stone pulled up on the deserted street that was full of cops and flashing lights. When his phone rung in the middle of the night he knew that whatever it was it had to be bad. He walked and immediately spotted a males body part on the ground. “What do we have here?”
“Male, mid-thirties, found chopped up,” the officer said, then handed Anthony Stone an envelope. “It’s addressed to you.”
Anthony Stone took the envelope and opened it, and began to read the letter inside.
“Good evening Detective Stone, if you are reading this then once again that means you have failed to protect the innocent tax payers that pays your salary. Looks like I’m going to have to turn up the heat a little to get you to do your job, if things go according to plan then I’m sure I’ll be seeing you face to face soon...
Sincerely yours: Uncle Sam.”
Anthony Stone handed the envelope back to the officer. “Any idea where this guy was coming from?”
“Not sure but I saw a bar a few blocks down that would be my best guess,” the officer replied. “Also it looks like our killer may have thrown up; we’re getting that checked now for DNA.”
“I’m going over to the bar to check it out,” Anthony Stone said. “Keep me posted on that vomit,” he called over his shoulder.
Anthony Stone entered the bar, walked up to the bartender, and flashed his badge. “Detective Stone I’m going to need to have a look at your surveillance tapes.”
“I’m sorry but only the owner is authorized to touch the surveillance tapes,” the bartender replied.
“Then I suggest you get him on the phone,”
* * *
An hour later Anthony Stone sat in the back office along with the owner of the bar looking over the surveillance tapes. “Pause it right there and zoom in,” he said trying to get a good look at the woman’s face. “I’ve seen her somewhere before,” he said out loud. Anthony Stone turned to face another detective who was in the room. “Run her image through our data base and let me know what comes up!” He ordered. Stone turned back and faced the bar owner. “Thank you so much for your cooperation,”
Anthony Stone stepped out the bar was immediately met by Captain Fisher. “Hey captain what’s up?”
“The chick from the bar her name is Lisa Montgomery. Her record is clean. Just a few parking tickets. Last place of employment was some club called, Club Blaze,” Captain Fisher informed him.
As soon as Anthony Stone heard the name Club Blaze, it all came back to him. He remembered the Latin woman who claimed to be the manager of Club Blaze the same club where, Melissa was last seen before her body showed up in the trunk of an abandoned car. “You have an address for me?”
“Already texted it to you,” Captain Fisher said with a smirk.
Hands Where I Can See Them
Anthony Stone pulled up in front of Lisa’s home just in time
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