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    Sweet Salvation – (Chapter: Chapter 26 – 30/41)

    Chapter 26

     

    Survival of the fittest

     

    “Was there another murder?”  Catherine asked and even though she was trying hard her voice was still trembling. I laid my hand down on her thigh just to reassure her that I was there for her no matter what. Catherine sent me a weak smile, which probably reflected my own smile.

     

    During the day at home with Lindsey we tried to be as happy as possible, but once we were at work the reality of this case hit hard. We didn’t seem to be going forward at all. There were no real clues as to where we could find the perp, no fingerprints, no fibres, no nothing.

    “No, there wasn’t another murder,but there was an attempt. This time he chose two women who were prepared for him. One of the women is a security guard at one of the casinos on the strip.” Catherine sighed deeply while she let out the air that she was apparently holding in.

     

    “Can Sara and I go to the scene, talk with the women?”

     

    “Yeah, that was the plan, I have the address here, and Brass will go there with the two of you. Try to get as many details as you can. These women are so far all we got in terms of witnesses.”

     

    Catherine nodded before she left the break room.

     

    “Are you sure that you’re up for this?” I asked her while I fell into pace with her.

     

    “Yeah, I’m sure don’t worry about me, honey.” Catherine said while she retrieved her bulletproof vest from her locker and waited for me to follow her. The ride to the new crime scene was silent. Both of us thinking our own thoughts.

     

    ~*~

     

    We entered the house. Brass had agreed that we would be doing the questioning of the two victims. He would be there but we would lead.

     

    The two women were seated in the living room. One was crying while the other one was comforting the blonde. A quick look at the place told me a couple of things: A gun was placed on the coffee table, apparently someone had made some coffee judging by the mugs on the table. An officer was placed by the door, which connected the hallway to the living room. He greeted us when we entered and stepped outside when Brass gave him a sign.

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