before they hung up.
Susan felt guilty for being
annoyed with her mother, but she was a big girl, now, and had to deal with this
on her own. It went with the territory.
She picked up her laptop and began
writing.
Will The Nursery Rhyme Killer Strike Again?
Is there a method to his choice of
victims? Is there a sequence as to which nursery rhyme he’ll use next?
The nursery rhyme murderer
contacted journalist, Susan Weston after the first murder and warned of a
second. Ms Weston doesn’t know why he singled her out. At first, the police
thought the calls were cranks, but after two murders, and the nursery rhymes
left with each victim, the police have established the calls were, in fact,
from the killer. Ms Weston also reported that she couldn’t tell if the voice
was a male or female. ‘
Susan stopped typing, sat back and
rubbed her neck. It wasn’t easy to write about yourself in a news story. After
a short break, she continued.
As reported earlier, the only
connection between the victims is their ages and their Thayer’s Crossing
neighborhood.
Anyone with information about this
case is asked to contact the Second District Detective Bureau 216-500-4444
She hit the fax button and sent
the story to the editor. It wasn’t her best writing, but it was difficult to
concentrate. Ernie couldn’t take her off the story now.
She yawned. Tomorrow she needed to
meet with Gloria to do a story on the new Science Center. She curled up on the
couch to wait for Dave when the phone rang.
Chapter Five
Susan froze, remembering Dave’s
advice to screen her calls. The machine finally picked up, and the grating
voice came on the line. “Tomorrow, Willie,” something that sounded like a
gurgle, and then click, he hung up.
Her hands trembled so badly, she
could hardly dial Dave’s number. Her heart pounded against her chest. She
curled up on the chair, shivering while sweat rolled off her forehead. Bella
lay on her lap, giving her little comfort, while she waited for Dave.
Then he was there, and somehow,
she was in his arms, sobbing and clinging to him. Nothing had ever shaken her
so badly. What had happened to her calm reserve?
For a moment she even considered
moving home with her mother. But only for a moment. Her stubbornness still
overcame her fear. Finally calmed down
and overwhelmed with a wave of embarrassment, she pulled away from Dave and
composed herself.
Dave grinned at her, making her
all the more embarrassed about her impulsive behavior.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I don’t
usually react this way. These phone calls really have me spooked.”
“I kind of enjoyed it.” Dave put
his arm around her and smiled. “I’m not used to women throwing themselves at
me.”
“You arrogant bastard! I wasn’t
throwing myself at you.” Her hand came up and made contact with his face.
Horrified, she jerked it back. Darn, that was the second time she slapped him.
What was it with this man? Minutes ago, she felt safe and secure in his arms,
and now he infuriated her.
She backed away from him. “I’m
just upset by these phone calls.” She walked across the room, putting some
distance between them, pulled the shade aside, and looked out the window. Was
that the same car she saw the other day? Someone was in it. A shadow moved
inside. She dropped the shade and turned
back to Dave.
He touched his reddened cheek and
laughed, while he played the message again before pocketing it.
Unaffected by her slap, he seemed
to enjoy her discomfort. That annoyed Susan even more.
“I’m sorry. Would you like a cup
of coffee?” Sorry the instant she offered it, she bit her tongue. To her
surprise, he accepted. He stood there grinning like a Cheshire cat. Damn these
tumultuous feelings he stirred in her. She hated this attraction and worse,
hated making it so obvious. There wasn’t room in her life for a man. Her career
held top priority. But she couldn’t help herself. As much as his
Susan felt guilty for being
annoyed with her mother, but she was a big girl, now, and had to deal with this
on her own. It went with the territory.
She picked up her laptop and began
writing.
Will The Nursery Rhyme Killer Strike Again?
Is there a method to his choice of
victims? Is there a sequence as to which nursery rhyme he’ll use next?
The nursery rhyme murderer
contacted journalist, Susan Weston after the first murder and warned of a
second. Ms Weston doesn’t know why he singled her out. At first, the police
thought the calls were cranks, but after two murders, and the nursery rhymes
left with each victim, the police have established the calls were, in fact,
from the killer. Ms Weston also reported that she couldn’t tell if the voice
was a male or female. ‘
Susan stopped typing, sat back and
rubbed her neck. It wasn’t easy to write about yourself in a news story. After
a short break, she continued.
As reported earlier, the only
connection between the victims is their ages and their Thayer’s Crossing
neighborhood.
Anyone with information about this
case is asked to contact the Second District Detective Bureau 216-500-4444
She hit the fax button and sent
the story to the editor. It wasn’t her best writing, but it was difficult to
concentrate. Ernie couldn’t take her off the story now.
She yawned. Tomorrow she needed to
meet with Gloria to do a story on the new Science Center. She curled up on the
couch to wait for Dave when the phone rang.
Chapter Five
Susan froze, remembering Dave’s
advice to screen her calls. The machine finally picked up, and the grating
voice came on the line. “Tomorrow, Willie,” something that sounded like a
gurgle, and then click, he hung up.
Her hands trembled so badly, she
could hardly dial Dave’s number. Her heart pounded against her chest. She
curled up on the chair, shivering while sweat rolled off her forehead. Bella
lay on her lap, giving her little comfort, while she waited for Dave.
Then he was there, and somehow,
she was in his arms, sobbing and clinging to him. Nothing had ever shaken her
so badly. What had happened to her calm reserve?
For a moment she even considered
moving home with her mother. But only for a moment. Her stubbornness still
overcame her fear. Finally calmed down
and overwhelmed with a wave of embarrassment, she pulled away from Dave and
composed herself.
Dave grinned at her, making her
all the more embarrassed about her impulsive behavior.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I don’t
usually react this way. These phone calls really have me spooked.”
“I kind of enjoyed it.” Dave put
his arm around her and smiled. “I’m not used to women throwing themselves at
me.”
“You arrogant bastard! I wasn’t
throwing myself at you.” Her hand came up and made contact with his face.
Horrified, she jerked it back. Darn, that was the second time she slapped him.
What was it with this man? Minutes ago, she felt safe and secure in his arms,
and now he infuriated her.
She backed away from him. “I’m
just upset by these phone calls.” She walked across the room, putting some
distance between them, pulled the shade aside, and looked out the window. Was
that the same car she saw the other day? Someone was in it. A shadow moved
inside. She dropped the shade and turned
back to Dave.
He touched his reddened cheek and
laughed, while he played the message again before pocketing it.
Unaffected by her slap, he seemed
to enjoy her discomfort. That annoyed Susan even more.
“I’m sorry. Would you like a cup
of coffee?” Sorry the instant she offered it, she bit her tongue. To her
surprise, he accepted. He stood there grinning like a Cheshire cat. Damn these
tumultuous feelings he stirred in her. She hated this attraction and worse,
hated making it so obvious. There wasn’t room in her life for a man. Her career
held top priority. But she couldn’t help herself. As much as his
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