Finding Love Again

Chapter 4

Riley's POV

Home sweet home I thought to myself, looking up at my nice little safe haven. Parking the car in the driveway, I got out and went inside. Locking the doors behind me, I kicked off my pumps and rushed upstairs to my room. I took a quick shower and went into my nice comfortable bed. Tonight was an early night for me; I was truly tired.

At around ten in the night, I woke up to the sound of "I'll Be There" by Mariah Carey emitting from my phone. Groggily getting up, I reached for it. Looking at the the screen I realized I was being called by my partner.

"What's up Brian?"

"Another body Ri. The Throat Slasher strikes again," he replied grimly.

"Oh my God, text me the address."

Heart beating frantically, I quickly got up and rushed to my closet. I got dressed in a blue skinny jeans and matched it with a blue blouse. I threw a scarf around my neck as well to protect me from the cold. Putting on my white sneakers, I grab my holster and gun as well as my badge before rushing out. 

Arriving at the address that my partner texted me, I quickly found a descent parking spot. It was quite a chaotic scene. There was emergency vehicles everywhere, all flashing lights of red and blue. A police tape was drawn to stop the civilians from crossing over and contaminating the crime scene. The media was also present trying to get a scoop as they call it. 

Walking up to the police tape, I quickly flashed my badge to an officer guarding the scene. Ducking under the tape, I rushed inside the victims house. Inside was just as chaotic as outside, or probably even more. Officers, lab techs and other detectives were moving about doing their jobs in the house. Moving out of the way, I quickly made my way upstairs to the bedroom, Knowing that's where the victim would be as well as my partner. All the victims of the Throat Slasher as he or she was dubbed by the media, were found in their bedroom on there beds laying down. It was part of the killer's MO. 

Reaching the bedroom, I was surprised to see not only the coroner, lab techs and partner on the scene, but also our beloved police captain. At the age of fifty-one, Captain Daniel Dunn, my father, was a force to be reckoned with. He was currently on the scene barking out orders to the various personnel in the room. 

"Hey dad," I greeted while putting on my gloves and approaching the victims body.

"Hey baby girl," he replied with a loving smile on his face. When it comes to his family , Captain Dunn, was a big softie. 

"What's going on here?"

"Well we have officially reached victim number twelve and we still ain't close to catching this f***er," my father replied heatedly.

"We will catch him or her dad," I replied trying to placate him, " who is the victim?"

"A one Dr. Benjamin," my partner Brian answered butting in to the conversation, "he works at the hospital on Charles Street."

"OK then let's get to wok," I stated firmly. Oh how I want to catch this sick f***er. 

"Yes let's," my partner replied enthusiastically. Gosh nothing ever phases his cheeriness. He was like a kid on a sugar high all the freaking time. 

"Oh by the way guys, I contacted the FBI. They are currently on there way," my father informed us.

"Um excuse me!" I exclaimed.

"You heard me and I want you all to play nice ," he sternly replied. At that point I was reminded that here he was my captain not my father. Knowing that we were about to be overrun by some egotistical FBI agent, I stalked off angrily to work.