Finding the serial killer

Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Jake’s POV,

“Welcome, Wilson.” One came to tap on my shoulder.

“Welcome.” Another one and then all of them did that same creepingly paralyzing gesture. My feet are glued to the ground, my heart feels heavy. Turns out I hate their attention more than I hated being ignored by them.

“Jake,” someone called me Jake for the first time today. and it’s Emily. “Captain wants to meet you.”

Yeah, new captain, I've heard. I nodded. “You're my saviour.” I whispered to her walking away.

“Thank me later,” she slapped her hand on my shoulder. “Driver.” She whispered leaving a breath on my ear following a wink and a smirk. Am I supposed to feel this weird feeling right now? I sure am not a fan, I'm here trying to cut all strings loose that I felt was pulling me to a deeper level with her, which I was sure she didn’t appreciate a lot.

Why would she do this to me now?

I take several deep breaths to convince myself to not mind her antiques. She is like that, she loves to flirt. It has no meaning. If she won't cross the line, I will.

We walked through the door to his cabin. And I can already feel the big shift in the air here. it’s warmer, it’s fancier. I can see his back from my view and I can already tell every fine detail on the back of her suit. The seams were embroided with a lighter shade of black, I guess I shouldn’t call it lighter-shade-of-black but grey, yet that’s the perfect word to describe it for the way how it blends so well with the black of his suit. His hair is stark black and is perfectly trimmed. He stands with her perfect straight back hold both hands on his back, just perfectly for me to notice his cufflinks. Squared cufflinks, just grey and shine is what I notice first.

“Welcome, Jake Wilson.” He turns to meet his face and I've noticed something so unusual, he is too handsome and tall and muscular to really be a police captain. I don’t think he is that much older than me, maybe around forty. His eyes are that deep shade of blue that always made me jealous. His voice is too deep much like his presence.

I notice the desk as he comes to sit of his chair and there is clearly a world of difference here. it’s cleaner more precisely arranged, Working on the details. That pen is definitely custom made. no one can by that pen in shops that look like some lost jewel of an ancient king. I know exactly who made it. it probably would’ve cost ten thousand dollars. much less than the suit he wore.

“Have a seat.” I'm too intimated to say much but follow him words to words. I guess I'm more intimated because he is the younger version of my father my teenage self was petrified of. “I was convinced I didn’t convince you last night.” He mentions looking my way.

“Sorry.”

Dumb ass, you said a sorry like that.

He cleared his throat. “We have a lot of work to do, but very less time. I don’t think your ex-Captain did very much about the case. So, I'll urge you to keep everything aside for the time to need to work on the case. I want complete efforts from you detectives.”

“We are honored to be with you on this one.” I still can't say much. He is really different than the person I pictured him as.

“Are you with us detective?” I guess he asked me.

“Y–yes Captain.”

“Well than I need you to take a look at this.” He stood us and walked to the right wall of this room. I never notice there was a white board here. “I want you to recognize these faces.” He pointed at the pictures that’s been stuck on it. “Four girls died, all of them younger them thirty, all blond and all taller than 165 cm and less than 120 pounds. And unfortunately, that’s the only thing that connects the victims. Other than one thing,” now he points at me, “you detective Wilson. We know the killer had an active interest when it come to you. we don’t know why though.” He sighs before he moves a little closer to us. “That’s what we are going to find out.”

“How?” my lips moved on their own.

“My knowing everyone that you interact with. From your mailman to the guy who ring your groceries. Everyone, of them. the killer is definitely someone you are comfortable enough with that he could life your DNA and plant of his victims.”

“We can narrow down from there.” Emily completed.

“Exactly.”

“What do I need to do?”

“Go home and make a list. Think with a clear mind, everyone you’ve met, or meet or will meet. I need every face you’ve interacted with.”

“I'll help him.” Emily keeps doing this to me.

“Great. You are dismissed.” And just as we walked in, we walked out.

“He’s gonna have a lot of fans around here.” Emily said collecting her belongings. And I just nod in agreement. “You know he owns half the businesses that runs in the town?”

“Hmm?”

“His company was passed down to him, but he rejected, instead he joined police academy to woo his now wife.”

I never took him for a romanticist. He actually gives off the vibes of a womanizer, the bad boy kind of vibes.

“She is a doctor, Mrs. Shrews. I've heard she’s a beauty.” I keep nodding for some weird reason. “He’s rich though. Fifty percent shares, and smart. He’s been to Oxford, I've heard. How great it is to be perfect?” she sighs, I guess I have to be jealous. He’s like a more grown-up version of Jerry. Every male in my life is so much better than me, it automatically makes me feel so much insecure.

I hate this feeling so much.

We came out to the parking to drive our car, “yo,” Emily say, and before I could really react, she threw her keys at me. “Did you forget the bet, driver?” smiles getting to the passenger side of the car.

“But I can't leave my car here.”

“There’s much stuff you need to do at my home.” I don’t know if she’s trying to cheer me up behaving like nothing happened, but it doesn’t really do me any good. I'm just so frustrated right now and angry. “Let’s go driver.” I hate every second of it, but I can't just feel this hatred, I'm also intrigued that not feeling guilty anymore.

Guess being a slave isn’t too bad either.