Damien
672 Words
"Do you think it's him?" Damien stared at the m******e infront of him, the entire building were littered with bodies..
"it's the f*****g fourth one in ten weeks" he said turning to his partner and best friend, Roger. forensics took pictures of the crime scene while the rest of the officers sweep the perimeter.
Damien walked into the office his eyes scanned the office but one particular thing stood out..with his hand clad in white gloves he picked up the small medal clip placed on the table next to the dead body.
the body that belonged to Roman Caistor, everyone in miami knew exactly who roman Caistor was, a lawyer, a hero, everyone in the business adored him, it made Damien wonder who would've wanted him dead.
"Looks like some sort of logo" Roger said from beside him
"Yeah.. " Damien whispered staring at the skull engraved on it
"Yeah?..then why would the killer just place it there for us to find?" Roger asked and that got Damien thinking. his eyes caught something else, he slipped the medal clip into a plastic bag
"it was a message.., and it wasn't for us" he said staring at the much bigger version of the skull drawn it what looked like red paint on the wall.
"Holy s**t" Roger said, and Damien walked towards the drawing, ignoring the sound of Rogers phone ringing "it's chief" Roger said glancing at his phone then at Damien, Damien groaned.
"what do these men have in common?" The fat beefy man everyone in the station learned to hate sat infront of Damien, the pictures of the killers victims spread out on his table, damiens eyes scanned the pictures.
"they all own white collar business," Damien replied
"yes, and they all know each other. They've all drank with each other." Damien narrowed his eyes, sitting upright "which guessing by your confused look, you didn't know," Chief
"it never occurred to me.." Damien spoke but was cut off..
"Never occurred to you?" Chief stood up from his seat "over 50 men dead in ten weeks, and it never occurred to you that maybe you should dig deep enough"
"Look, chief, I've been too busy trying to catch the killer before he kills again, not trying to know who and who drinks together," Damien said
"And how exactly are you gonna catch him? If you don't think like him, follow his pattern, know who's next, huh?" Damien fell silent."Catch him before another person ends up dead, or I'm pulling you off the case. "
Damien eyes grew wide. "You can't do that!," he exclaimed, shooting up from his seat
"f**k up again and watch me, now get the hell out of my office" Damien wasted no time in storming out, slamming the door so hard it got the whole station staring at him, they could almost feel the anger radiating off him.
"oof, that definitely didn't end well," Roger said, walking behind him as he approached his desk
"Not now, Roger" damien spoke through clenched teeth before sitting on his chair
"wait, before you tell me to f**k off" Roger dropped a picture infront of Damien "look at this, what do you see?"
Damien glanced at the picture " dead Men" he answered
"well...yes" Roger said before sitting on the chair opposite Damien "but this was taken three years ago, in Milan at a formal party, in which all these men that ended up dead the Last month and a half, attended, all except one" that caught damiens attention
"what do you mean?" Damien asked, Roger brought out a marker and circled one of the men in the picture
"diavous muclan, he's the last man standing and could potentially.." Roger got cut off
"...could be the killers next victim" Damien said
"bingo" Roger smilled
"well, where the f**k is he?" Damien asked
" Vegas on a vacation" Roger said
"well pack your bags Roger, we're going to Vegas" Damien said getting up from his seat. he grabbed his jacket and walked out.
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