fuck he seems bent on the Sons being blamed for his shit.”
Joseph “Kinky” Sala, usually the quiet one of the bunch, spoke up. He ran his hand through his large curled ‘fro, hence his nickname. “I agree with Viper and Hawk. We just might have a chance at finding the original if we keep a close eye on the detective. Really ain’t no reason to vote. If this primordial doesn’t want to be found … we ain’t finding him. I say this bitch detective is our best bet. We need to find out what the fuck this vampire wants in Pleasant, and what he wants with the Sons.”
* * *
“Cara, you aren’t going to believe this,” Joe said as he entered their shared office, a child-like grin reaching his deep brown eyes.
His khakis rode low on slim hips with a blue dress shirt tucked into them, left unbuttoned at the collar. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing lightly hair-dusted forearms, while his tie had been left abandoned over the back of his office chair. Cara knew he hated the constraint of a tie, being a bit claustrophobic, but the sheriff had insisted he wear them. So, Joe followed the rules … any time he had to leave the office while on duty. But at the S.O., he left them hanging on the chair, the desk, the coat rack, or whatever he happened to be near the moment he walked through the office door and unhooked the clip-on.
Cara sighed, closing the files in front of her, feeling the frustration of not being anywhere closer to solving this thing and knowing the State would arrive sooner than later. She hoped Joe came bearing something that might help break the case.
“What do you have, Joe? Good news, I hope.”
“Our vic?” he asked, his white teeth standing out in contrast against his dark skin. Cara nearly chuckled as Joe was clearly unable to contain his excitement. He tapped his forefinger on the solid desk surface. “Tabitha Perkins dated Kane Tepes. Seems that they were an item for a few years.”
What? Cara sat up straighter, pushing the files to the corner of her desk. She stood and met Joe’s gaze. “Kane and our vic were an item? Incredible.”
“Seems Kane’s choice of women runs along the same line as the appearance of our dead victims.” Joe rubbed his hands together, oblivious to her unease. “I think we may have our first viable suspect.”
“You think Kane is responsible?” Cara gave Joe her back and glanced out the window. The gray clouds hung heavy with the threat of more rain in the forecast. The same guy she allowed to kiss her the night before, could he be responsible for three dead women? Vampire , flitted through her thoughts. She hadn’t been imagining things and she certainly wasn’t certifiable. Kane had shown her what he could become, even if she wanted to deny it with the deepest part of her being.
“Could he possibly be responsible?” she asked as she turned on her heel and faced her partner again, arms now crossed over her chest to ward off the sudden chill of the room.
Joe’s face went from pleased to perplexed. “For real? His last known girlfriend winds up dead. His previous known girlfriends even match the perp’s MO for victims. Not to mention Kane was the first person at your house following the break in.”
“Oh, for goodness sake, Joe. I told you he had an alibi. He was at the Rave with Suzi while my house was being tossed.”
“Not good enough. I want someone else besides his date to corroborate how long he was there. If he showed up at the night club later than you did at Murphy’s, he could have easily ransacked your house.”
“Even if you’re correct, no one will give him up. It’s the Sons’ regular haunt.”
“Then we’ll subpoena the Rave’s security videos. He’s bound to be on them. We’ll be able to see what time he walked through the door.”
She slowly nodded, hands on hips. Cara couldn’t very well continue to defend Kane without implicating herself and her mixed emotions where he was
Joseph “Kinky” Sala, usually the quiet one of the bunch, spoke up. He ran his hand through his large curled ‘fro, hence his nickname. “I agree with Viper and Hawk. We just might have a chance at finding the original if we keep a close eye on the detective. Really ain’t no reason to vote. If this primordial doesn’t want to be found … we ain’t finding him. I say this bitch detective is our best bet. We need to find out what the fuck this vampire wants in Pleasant, and what he wants with the Sons.”
* * *
“Cara, you aren’t going to believe this,” Joe said as he entered their shared office, a child-like grin reaching his deep brown eyes.
His khakis rode low on slim hips with a blue dress shirt tucked into them, left unbuttoned at the collar. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing lightly hair-dusted forearms, while his tie had been left abandoned over the back of his office chair. Cara knew he hated the constraint of a tie, being a bit claustrophobic, but the sheriff had insisted he wear them. So, Joe followed the rules … any time he had to leave the office while on duty. But at the S.O., he left them hanging on the chair, the desk, the coat rack, or whatever he happened to be near the moment he walked through the office door and unhooked the clip-on.
Cara sighed, closing the files in front of her, feeling the frustration of not being anywhere closer to solving this thing and knowing the State would arrive sooner than later. She hoped Joe came bearing something that might help break the case.
“What do you have, Joe? Good news, I hope.”
“Our vic?” he asked, his white teeth standing out in contrast against his dark skin. Cara nearly chuckled as Joe was clearly unable to contain his excitement. He tapped his forefinger on the solid desk surface. “Tabitha Perkins dated Kane Tepes. Seems that they were an item for a few years.”
What? Cara sat up straighter, pushing the files to the corner of her desk. She stood and met Joe’s gaze. “Kane and our vic were an item? Incredible.”
“Seems Kane’s choice of women runs along the same line as the appearance of our dead victims.” Joe rubbed his hands together, oblivious to her unease. “I think we may have our first viable suspect.”
“You think Kane is responsible?” Cara gave Joe her back and glanced out the window. The gray clouds hung heavy with the threat of more rain in the forecast. The same guy she allowed to kiss her the night before, could he be responsible for three dead women? Vampire , flitted through her thoughts. She hadn’t been imagining things and she certainly wasn’t certifiable. Kane had shown her what he could become, even if she wanted to deny it with the deepest part of her being.
“Could he possibly be responsible?” she asked as she turned on her heel and faced her partner again, arms now crossed over her chest to ward off the sudden chill of the room.
Joe’s face went from pleased to perplexed. “For real? His last known girlfriend winds up dead. His previous known girlfriends even match the perp’s MO for victims. Not to mention Kane was the first person at your house following the break in.”
“Oh, for goodness sake, Joe. I told you he had an alibi. He was at the Rave with Suzi while my house was being tossed.”
“Not good enough. I want someone else besides his date to corroborate how long he was there. If he showed up at the night club later than you did at Murphy’s, he could have easily ransacked your house.”
“Even if you’re correct, no one will give him up. It’s the Sons’ regular haunt.”
“Then we’ll subpoena the Rave’s security videos. He’s bound to be on them. We’ll be able to see what time he walked through the door.”
She slowly nodded, hands on hips. Cara couldn’t very well continue to defend Kane without implicating herself and her mixed emotions where he was
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