To Catch a Killer

Sweet Ma did not confirm or deny. “Keep the rest of your group ignorant of your activities,” she cautioned. “The other girls will just be jealous and you know how vindictive they can be.” The old woman visibly shuddered, “No, my dear, you don’t want to experience the vindictiveness of old hookers who have nothing to lose.”

I patted the old woman’s large, gelatinous arm, “Sweet Ma, I know you mean well, but I’m okay. Really. I know what I’m doing. I won’t let them in on it. I promise I’ll be careful.” I didn’t let myself think about the fact that I’d already confided in my temporary ‘roommate’ but she was trustworthy. I was sure of it.

Tears welled in her eyes, “I know you’re a smart one, but you don’t know what these girls are like. They are all at the end of their ropes, with nowhere to go. No escape. If they know that you can just walk away at any time, they’re likely to make sure you get trapped just as much as they are.” She pulled me close for a hug and I squeezed back.

Stepping back in my precariously high heels, I asked, “So? How do I look?” I yanked at the micro mini skirt I was wearing, much more used to my detective uniform of a nice pantsuit. I turned around, hoping my boobs didn’t fall out of the tiny top I was wearing. The fake tattoos on my arms finishing off my disguise.

Sweet Ma gave a dramatic sigh, “Well, I can’t say you don’t look the part.” She sighed again, “Are you sure this is necessary? I really don’t want to see you even act the part. Your mama would kill me dead twice over if she knew what I was allowing.”

I laughed, “Don’t be so dramatic. I promise mama won’t find out. Ever.” I actually felt a chill go down my spine. I bit of dread so strong that it left my legs feeling weak. I tottered over to the garishly bright overstuffed chair in the corner of the room. My feet were going to hate me for these shoes.

The next thing I knew, I was in full character. My ‘coworker’ Ecstasy pushed me out to the curb, “go get ‘em sweetheart.” A man had just pulled up in a nice car.

I leaned down and stuck my head inside, “Whatcha lookin’ for?” I let the drawl come out in full force. “You wanna play?”

He stuttered and stumbled a bit, obviously a newcomer. “I don’t know what that is supposed to mean, but yes! Hell yes!” He was so nervous, he was practically drooling over the sight of a half dressed woman.

I opened the door to his car, feeling a bit irritated. I was here to discover the identity of the man who was killing prostitutes. Not to arrest some stupid new John who didn’t even know what the fuck he was doing. I sighed. At least I didn’t have to worry about fighting off a murderer on my first call.

I reached for my phone to tap in the code. My backup would be following me via GPS, so I was in no danger. I glanced at the guy driving. He seemed nervous, unsure. I really started to feel bad for him. “So, what brings you to this side of town?” I asked. He glanced my way and then looked forward in silence. I thought he was awfully nervous. Maybe he had a reason that he was looking for company. I felt his awkwardness so strongly. I supposed I should give him a chance. Maybe he was one of those super lonely guys who just wanted company.

I dug in my small purse for my phone again, not feeling it. ‘What the fuck? How do I lose my phone in this small of a bag? Shit.’

I glanced at the driver again, feeling a tiny trickle of dread. I didn’t have my phone, which meant that my backup had no idea where I was. ‘Fuck!’ I thought to myself. I crossed my fingers that they’d at least had eyes on me when I got in this guy’s car.

We drove for a while, I wasn’t sure how far he thought we were going, but I was starting to wonder what was going on. “Hey, we’re not really supposed to go far. My… Pimp…” Was I supposed to call Sweet Ma my pimp? I felt suddenly out of my depth. Sweat beaded on my upper lip like it always did when I got a bad feeling.

He chuckled and I noticed a definite change in his stature. He suddenly emanated a strength that I hadn’t seen in him before. He slowed down and pulled into the driveway of a big house. The garage door was opening and he was pulling in. Shit. This was not how things were supposed to go. I tried to reassure myself.

“Oh, so we’re going to your house, then?” I asked, trying to keep the nerves out of my voice. It didn’t work. He turned to me and grabbed me by the neck, pulling me in for a kiss. I rebelled, fighting against him, suddenly realizing that things had went very, very wrong. I dug once again for my phone…

He laughed, keeping my face within inches of his. “Don’t bother looking for you phone. Your new friend is holding it for safe keeping tonight. No one knows where you are.” I felt a sting in my arm, “Don’t worry, you won’t feel a thing… yet.”

Everything started to twist and merge in my vision. I tried to talk, but my tongue felt like it was growing in my mouth. “Fuck” I tried to say.

It seemed like it was about a half an hour later when I woke up in a room alone. At least I thought I was alone until he spoke from the darkness, “Well, hello, Denise. It’s so nice to see you again.”

My body jolted, my hands reached out in defense. At least they tried to. I was strapped down to a table of some sort. I recognized his voice. A little too well.

‘Fuck’ I thought as I felt panic welling up. I heard his footsteps and watched as he came into view. I should have known. I watched as my boss, the head of the operation to find the serial killer came into my view.

He leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead. “I’m sorry you couldn’t let this one go, Denise. Everyone at the precinct is going to mourn your death. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure they find your body. After we get our use out of you. You might want to rest up, you’re not going to have a good week, sweetheart.”

He patted my cheek and I once again felt the prick of a needle in my arm before everything started going sideways. My mind screamed into the void.


This is my weekend freewrite for @mariannewest’s challenge on steemit.

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