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Louise ∞ 4

Welcome to the Love World of Reason…

Seeing Louise sends me into a panic so I rush to the backroom. I text Michelle so she can take Louise’s table. “Jerry what the hell was that?” Jonny asks.

“What do you mean?” I say, trying to sound confused.

“You ran in here like someone was chasing you.” Jonny says angrily, “Did you even greet that customer that just walked in?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah I did.” I lie, “Look Jonny, to be honest, I’m really not feeling well. I think it’s probably better if I just hang out back here.”

Hang out?” Jonny says, “I wasn’t aware this was a hang out spot.”

“I mean, I can help out back here.” I say annoyed, “I just don’t think it would be a good idea if the customers see me coughing and sneezing.”

“But you’re not coughing or sneezing.” Jonny says looking at me strangely.

“Acho.” I say pretending to sneeze, “Yeah it comes and goes.”

Jonny rolls his eyes and walks away.

“Seriously?” Michelle walks into the backroom, “Could you have made that anymore obvious?”

“Did she see me?” I say, “Did she say something?”

“You’re like a little boy who has a crush on his teacher.” Michelle says, “Get it together Jerry.”

“I know, I know.” I say, “Damnit.”

“Just go talk to her.” Michelle says, “Or just pretend like you’re her server and see if she even recognizes you.”

Or…” I say. “I’ll hang out back here until she leaves… Tell me when she leaves okay.”

“I will do no such thing.” Michelle says as she walks back to the front of the café.

I straighten things up in the backroom and do some of the chores I would normally do before clocking out. All the while peeking to see what Louise is doing. Michelle is right, I need to get a grip. If Louise really has moved to Blanca, I can’t possible hide out here every time she comes into the café.

 

 

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1!” Louise screams, “Jerry ready or not here I come.”

I can hear Louise running, she giggles as she looks for me. She won’t find me here. I picked the best hiding place. I always do.

“Jerry.” Louise screams, “I give up come out!”

Louise always gives up after a few seconds of not finding me.

“Jerry.” Louise says, “C’mon. No fair come out.”

I wait a few minutes then run out to Louise and say, “Told you, you wouldn’t find me.”

“How come you find all the good hiding places?” Louise asks.

“Cause I’m good at hiding.” I say.

“Louise, Jerry come inside, lunch is ready.” My dad screams to us from inside the house.

“Beat you to the door.” I say as I take off running.

“Hey, no fair.” Louise says, “Wait up.”

“Told you I would beat you to the door.” I say to Louise once we get inside.

“I thought you said you were my boyfriend now.” Louise says.

“Yeah, so?” I say.

“Well boyfriends are supposed to let girlfriends win sometimes.” Louise says pouting.

“Nu huh.” I say, “Who told you that?”

“I just know, okay.” Louise says.

“Well you’re wrong.” I say.

“Oh yeah?” Louise says, “Let’s ask my mom.”

“Mom.” Louise says, “Aren’t boyfriends supposed to let girlfriends win sometimes?”

“Yes that is right Lou Lou.” Louise’s mom, Raina says.

“Told you!” Louise says.

“Dad, mom are boyfriends supposed to let girlfriends win sometimes?” I ask.

“No, sir that isn’t true.” My dad says, but then he looks at my mom and says, “Ah actually son, that, that is true.”

I look at Louise and our moms and they are smiling from ear to ear; my dad and Louise’s dad are shaking their heads and also smiling. “It looks like all the girls think it’s true and all the boys are doing what the girls say.” I say.

“And if you want to be a happy boyfriend you will do the same.” Louise says and we all laugh.

 

 

“Hey Jerry, how’s it going?” Mike says.

Mike is a new server, “Hey Mike. What you doing here so early, I thought you were working the evening shift?”

“Jerry, it’s like 4 o’clock.” Mike says laughing, “What are you putting in that coffee of yours huh?”

“Man, I didn’t realize it was so late.” I say.

“Jerry, let’s go.” Michelle says, “Time to clock out.”

“You aren’t allowed to leave until you are finished all your work.” Jonny says rudely.

“Jerry did it all.” Michelle says, “Every last chore, and he even started some of the evening shift chores.”

“You did?” Jonny asks me.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I say looking around.

I must have been really distracted, thinking about Louise. “See, there you go.” Michelle says, “Goodnight everyone. Jerry Let’s go now!”

“What’s the rush?” I say once we get in the car.

“I did some snooping.” Michelle says, “I spoke to Louise, it’s definitely her.”

“What?” I say, “What did she say? How do you know for sure? Did she say something about me?”

“Why don’t we wait till we get home, then we can talk.” Michelle says.

I want to protest, but I can tell by Michelle’s tone she isn’t going to budge. Now I’m thinking all kinds of things. What could Louise have possibly told Michelle? What could Michelle have possible told Louise? I hope she didn’t mention my name. Finally we pull up to the apartment, “Okay.” I say, “We’re home. Tell me.”

“Go take a shower.” Michelle says, “I’ll be right over.”

“Damn Michelle.” I say as I get out of the car. I rush upstairs to take a shower. My nerves are building with each passing moment. After I get out the shower Michelle is waiting for me on the couch. She’s made tea. This can’t be good.

“At first I wasn’t sure if I should ask…” Michelle starts then hesitates, “But she was so friendly so I felt comfortable talking to her.”

“Ohhkkaay” I say trying to be patient.

“First I asked her, what brings her here.” Michelle says, “You know, to Blanca and she says she’s visiting. She’ll be leaving in a couple of months.”

“Okay, that’s good.” I say, but I’m not sure if I really think that’s a good or not.

“She decided to come here, because she’s a writer and she needed a quiet place to get inspiration.” Michelle says.

“A writer?” I say. I never saw that coming. Louise was never good at writing. Science was her best subject. I’ve always imagined her as a doctor or a professor at some fancy university. “What else did she say?”

“I asked what her name was to see if I had heard of any of her books.” Michelle says, “She then told me that her name is Louise, but has a pin name: Liliana Carr.”

“Wait, wait.” I say, “Liliana Carr?”

“When I asked if it had some special meaning, she hesitated then told me her high school sweetheart’s last name was Carr.” Michelle says.

“My last name is Carr.” I say absentmindedly.

“Yeah, I know.” Michelle says sarcastically.

“Oh right.” I say, “So what else happened?”

“I asked her why she decided to use that name and she said it’s because it was after her high school sweetheart broke her heart that she started writing.” Michelle says quietly.

“I don’t understand.” I say.

“The way she described it, you breaking up with her gave her the inspiration to write.” Michelle says, “From the pain of the breakup came a bunch of wonderful works of art. She’s actually really famous. Well, her writing is.”

“I’ve never heard of a Lilian Carr.” I say.

“You don’t read Jerry.” Michelle says, “She’s famous to people who actually read novels and poems.”

“So wait, you know her work then?” I ask.

“I actually own a bunch of her work.” Michelle says, taking out a stack of books and putting them on the table.

“This is all her?” I ask, “Louise?”

“Yeah. There’s a lot more, but this is all I have.” Michelle says. “It’s mostly romance novels.”

“Oh.” I say. I’m not really sure what else to say.

“But Jerry, almost all the novels have a sad ending.” Michelle says, “You really hurt her.”

“Thanks Michelle.” I say.

“Sorry.” Michelle says, “But anyway that’s not all.”

Wonderful, there’s more. “What is it?” I ask.

Michelle whispers, “She’s married Jerry.”

As a refresher I’ve included the links to all the parts to Louise!

John Gray: A Tale of Hearts Part X

Welcome to the Mystery World of Reason…

“One more time, tell us exactly what happened when this woman, came here.” I say to Jason, the gas station clerk showing him the picture of our killer.

“Well she came in and was looking around, but she didn’t buy anything. Now I realize she was probably just waiting for everyone to leave.” Jason says, “When everyone was gone she came up to the counter and handed me this letter. Then she said, ‘Wait ten minutes then call the police’. I tried asking her what this was all bout but she just walked away.”

“And why didn’t you call us right away?” Steve asks.

“I don’t know.” Jason says plainly.

“And you’re sure this is the woman you saw?” Captain Philip asks Jason.

“Yes, Sir.” Jason replies, “What is this all about?”

“A murder investigation.” I say as I walk out of the gas station. I need to clear my head.

“John.” Stone says, “Are you alright?”

“No I’m not.” I say pacing back and forth, “How could she be this close? She’s really bold you know. She could have picked any gas station, but she picks the one that is closest to our office. TO THE FBI OFFICE! Is she crazy or does she want to get caught? Or maybe she’s so arrogant that she thinks she can walk right next to us and we won’t notice. Or maybe she thinks we’re that dumb.”

“Why don’t you take the rest of the day John?” Cap says walking out of the gas station.

“I’m good.” I say. “Have they figured out what the letter says and what language it’s in?”

“When was the last time you went to therapy?” Cap asks.

“I don’t know.” I say, “A couple of days ago, but I haven’t had any blackouts so like I said I’m good.”

“He’s telling the truth Cap.” Steve says, “I’ve been watching him.”

“Alright.” Cap says, “Let’s head back to the office, and see if they’ve translated the letter.”

We all head back to the office and I can tell I am not the only one on edge. “Cap, we have to do something.” Steve says.

“She was right under our nose.” Stone says.

“She’s so arrogant.” Chambers says.

“This killer isn’t arrogant. She’s determined.” I say, “Which is even worse. She has a mission and she is determined to complete it, to matter what.”

“Usually sociopaths deescalate and make a mistake, but this woman hasn’t made a mistake yet.” Steve says, “Except for leaving that hair with DNA on it wrapped around the baby’s hand, but there’s no way she could have even known that.”

“Yeah.” I say, “That really was just luck…for us anyway.”

“Steve, John go to the location agent Minder gave us.” Cap says, “Stone, Chambers go talk to the guy that runs the Doctor’s Fantasy website and see if we can find out more about ‘Amanda’s’ profile.”

“Cap, you never did tell us how the killer kidnapped the twins?” Steve asks.

“The killer posed as a babysitter.” Cap says.

“What?” I ask. “Did she have references?”

“Yes.” Cap says, “All her references ‘checked out’ according to the parents, but I don’t think they actually checked.”

“Why do you say that?” Stones asks.

“We checked those so called references and they came up fake.” Cap says, “If the parents had bothered to call any one of those numbers they would have seen that none of them were real.”

“Why wouldn’t they check?” Steve asks, “That doesn’t make sense.”

“They’re young.” Cap says, “And they and I quote ‘had a really cool party to go to’”

“I’m walking away now.” I say.

“That was my reaction.” Cap says.

Steve and I go to the Locks of Love location agent Minder gave us and when we walk in, there is a lady at the front desk frantically trying to organize a large pile of papers and boxes. “Ma’am, I’m detective Gray, this is detective Meres. Is the manager available?” I say showing her my badge.

“Yes, hi. I’m Margaret.” Margaret says pushing papers and boxes left and right, “Sorry about the mess. We don’t usually have visitors, this is just the sorting office.”

“No worries.” Steve says.

“Deb is on her way, she’s late.” Margaret says, “She’s the manager. Why do you guys want to talk to Deb?”

“Margaret, that’s a pretty name.” I say.

Margaret stops what she is doing and smiles shyly, “Thanks. No one has ever told me that before.”

“I can’t imagine why.” I say, “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl, it makes sense.”

Margaret giggles then says, “Oh my you’re making me blush, but thank you. You’re a very handsome guy. What nationality are you?”

“I’m Haitian.” I say, “And yourself?”

“I’m from Jamaica.” Margaret says blushing.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” A woman says, coming into the office. She must be Deb.

I look at Steve and he approaches Deb, “Hello you must be Deb. My name is Detective Steve Meres. Is there somewhere private we can talk?”

“Yes, of course.” Deb says, “Come into my office.”

“Aren’t you going with them?” Margaret asks looking at her feet.

“I’d rather be out here talking to you.” I say.

Margaret looks at me and smiles, “I don’t know what to say.”

“So how long have you been working here beautiful?” I ask.

“Well, about five years now.” Margaret responds.

“That’s a long time.” I say, “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” Margaret says.

I walk around the desk so I am closer to Margaret. “What do you like about it?” I ask leaning on the desk.

“I don’t know.” Margaret says, “It’s a quiet job, and I get fulfillment, knowing I’m helping people who have cancer.”

“Wow so you’re not only beautiful, you have a beautiful heart.” I say looking into Margaret’s eyes.

“Thank you.” Margaret says looking down.

“So how does this all work?” I ask pointing to all the boxes.

“When people donate their hair we send them a package and they send it back with the hair.” Margaret explains, “We have very specific instructions and requirements on what we’ll accept.”

“Hmm.” I say, “And what about the people receiving the hair, what’s that process like.”

“They have requirements as well, they go through a screening process.” Margaret says.

“Do you keep a record of everyone you donate to?” I ask, “Like if I wanted to know who a particular hair was donated to could I get that info.”

“Well, I don’t know about other offices, but we keep a really tight record of every transaction.” Margaret says whispering, “Deb is kind of a control freak.”

“There’s a lady who donated her hair to this office.” I say.

“Oh.” Margaret says.

“If I gave you her name could you look to see who it was donated to?” I ask smiling at Margaret.

“Well…” Margaret hesitates, “I’m not really supposed to give out that kind of information.”

“I understand.” I say moving away from Margaret and heading towards the door.

“But.” Margaret says, “If you don’t tell anyone. I could look it up for you.”

I smile at Margaret and walk back towards her. I tell her agent Minder’s name, “I wouldn’t tell anyone. It would be between you and me.”

Margaret smiles and starts to look through a bunch of papers. Then she looks through the computer, “Here it is.” Margaret says. “Miss Dorothy Minder donated 20 inches of red hair, hmm and that hair went to a…Beatrice Walker.”

“Wow, Margaret you made my day.” I say, “Do you have contact information for Beatrice?”

“I made your day? Really?” Margaret says looking at me.

“Yes, you did.” I say smiling, “The contact info?”

“Oh right.” Margaret says. “I’ll write it down for you.”

Margaret hands me a piece of paper with an address and two phone numbers. “Thank you Margaret, excuse me for a second.” I walk towards the door to contact Captain and the office.

“The second number is my number by the way.” Margaret says, “Call me anytime.”

“Yeah, yeah of course.” I say, “Excuse me I just have to make a quick phone call.”

I call Cap and give them the information Margaret provided soon after Steve walks out shaking his head and says, “Detective.”

“Is there anything else I can do for you Detective Gray?” Margaret says smiling at me.

“No, Margaret, you’ve done a lot.” I say.

Steve and I walk out of the office and when we get in the car he says, “I sure hope your plan worked, because I got nothing from Deb.”

“She gave me the name, number, and address of the person who received the donated hair from agent Minder.” I say looking at Steve smiling.

“Seriously?” Steve says, “Do you know what this means John?”

“Yup” I say, “We could be on our way to finding our serial killer.”

Louise ∞ 2

Welcome to the Love World of Reason…

“Do you mind sleeping here tonight Jerry, I don’t want to be alone.” Michelle says.

I smile at Michelle. She can tell I don’t want to be alone so she’s pretending to need company, “Sure thing.” I say.

“Thanks.” Michelle says. “I’ll bring you some pillows and blankets.”

I pull out the sofa bed in the meantime. “Hey Michelle.” I say out loud so she can hear me, “Do you think meanager will make a big deal if I call out tomorrow?”

“I’ll cover for you.” Michelle says bringing out the blankets.

“You sure?” I say.

“Positive.” Michelle says, “Goodnight, holler if you need anything.”

“Night.” I say. I lay down and stare at the ceiling fan. I know it will be awhile before I can sleep, so I  think about Louise, although I probably shouldn’t. I wonder if she is just visiting or if she has moved here. She’s probably visiting; I can’t see Louise living in a small town like Blanca. Louise was always a city girl. If she is visiting I hope she leaves soon. I don’t think I bear to see her again. But If she does come back to the café, I’ll have Michelle find out what her story is. If she is living here, I’ll just move. Yeah, I’ll move. I’ve been in Colorado for five years now, but I can find another small town to settle down in, no big deal. What I know for sure is, I cannot be living in the same town as Louise. I finally feel myself drifting away…finally.

“Jerry, I’m off to work.” Michelle says.

“What? What time is it?” I say.

“Almost noon.” Michelle says.

“Noon. Why didn’t you wake me?” I say.

“For what?” Michelle says looking at me funny.

“I don’t know.” I say. “Hey if you see her again, can you find out what she’s doing here?”

“Sure thing.” Michelle says.

“But don’t make it obvious okay.” I say.

“Make what obvious Jerry?” Michelle says, “Don’t make it obvious that her boyfriend from 40 years ago is asking about her?”

“Actually it’s only been 20 years…” I say under my breath.

“Goodbye lover boy.” Michelle says.

I try to sleep some more, but I can’t. I let myself out and go next door to my apartment. I take a shower and get dressed. I’m not sure where I am going but I get in the car and just drive. Back in the day when I would need to clear my head I would go for a drive. I haven’t felt like that in years, till now. When I get to a red light I text Michelle and ask if Louise is there.

“Hello.” I say.

“I will let you know if she is here Jerry, do not text me every hour asking.” Michelle says.

“What are you talking about, I only texted you once.” I say.

“And I want to make sure that is the first and last text.” Michelle says.

“Why didn’t you just text me that?” I ask.

“I wanted you to hear the seriousness in my voice.” Michelle says.

“Michelle there is never anything serious about your tone of voice.” I joke.

“What are you doing?” Michelle asks.

I can hear her smiling through the phone, “I’m driving around.”

“Where are you?” Michelle asks.

“I have no idea.” I say.

“Look around.” Michelle says.

I look around and see a sign, “Cedar Lake Apartments.”

“You’re two hours from home Jerry.” Michelle says.

I didn’t realize I was driving that long, “Well get back to work M, just let me know ummm well you know.”

“My grandmother lives near where you are. Go say hi to her for me.” Michelle says.

“What? Of course not.” I say.

“It wasn’t really a request Jerry.” Michelle says. “I scratch your back, you scratch mine. That is how it works…right?”

“Who are you and where is my sweet Michelle?” I ask.

“I’ll text you her address.” Michelle says, “I’ll call her now and tell her you’re coming or else she won’t open the door. She’s not used to strange white man knocking on her door.”

“Excuse me? I’m not strange?” I say.

“No but you are a white man.” Michelle says.

“And what is that supposed to mean miss?” I say.

“Well an old black lady living alone isn’t going to readily open the door for you, that’s all.” Michelle says.

“I suppose that makes sense.” I say. “So if she was an old white lady living alone would she “readily” open the door?”

“You’d have to tell me that, Jerry.” Michelle says, “Gotta go bye.”

Michelle texts me the address to her grandmother. I really don’t want to be around anyone right now, but apparently I have no choice. The address she sends is five minutes from my current location. I arrive at the address to see a huge three story house. If Michelle’s grandmother lives here, why is working at a café shop making minimum wage. I knock on the door, “Hello this is Jeremy, Michelle sent me.” I say. I cannot believe I am doing this.

“Jeremy Carr?” A lady says from behind the door.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Get in front of the peep hole, let me get a look at you.” The lady says.

“Yes ma’am.” I say moving directly in front of the peep hole. I smile and hope I don’t look like a strange white man. I am going to kill Michelle. She never talks about any of her family members. She may have mentioned a grandmother once, and now she sends me to ‘go say hi for her’.

“Hello Jeremy, come on in.” The lady says.

“Hi, are you Mrs. McDowe?” I ask.

“Yes, I am, call me grandma.” Mrs. McDowe says.

“Umm okay sure.” I say.

“Would you like something to drink or to eat?” Mrs. McDowe asks.

“No.” I say without thinking and I instantly hear my stomach growl. I just realize I haven’t eaten all day.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Mrs. McDowe says pointing to my stomach, “Come on in the kitchen I’ll fix you something. Would you like breakfast or a sandwich?”

“Oh Mrs…grandma it’s okay, really.” I say.

“A sandwich it is.” Mrs. McDowe says.

This is definitely Michelle’s grandmother, no doubt about it. “Okay ma’am that sounds great.”

Mrs. McDowe starts to make what looks like the biggest sandwich I have ever eaten, “So baby tell me about your troubles.”

“I’m sorry?” I say, “Troubles?”

“No need to be coy.” Mrs. McDowe says.

“I’m not sure what Michelle told you, but I don’t have any troubles, I’m okay.” I say.

“Michelle didn’t tell me anything, but a friend was coming over to say hi.” Mrs. McDowe says.

“So why do you think I have troubles?” I asks.

“Your eyes say it all.” Mrs. McDowe says, “Also, by the way your stomach growled when I mentioned food. You haven’t eaten and it seems like you didn’t even realize it until I mentioned it.”

Wow she’s good, “Okay, so maybe everything isn’t perfect, but that’s life.” I say.

“That’s fine, baby, you don’t have to talk. Why don’t you have a set at the table, your sandwich is almost ready.” Mrs. McDowe says.

I sit at the table in the kitchen. This huge kitchen, in this huge house. “Ma’am, if you don’t mind me asking, why does Michelle work at the café, if she has this beautiful place?” I ask.

“You want to know my secrets but you dont want to share yours.” Mrs. McDowe says smiling, “Is that how it works these days?”

I laugh, “Good point.” I say. Mrs. McDowe brings me the sandwich with a glass of ice tea, and I eat with such voracity I am embarrassed.

“Not hungry huh,” Mrs. McDowe says.

I laugh then say, “I’m sorry, I usually have more manners than this. I guess I was more hungry that than I realized.”

“No worries, kid. My sandwiches will do that to you.” Mrs. McDowe says smiling.

“It is pretty good. And this ice tea is amazing.” I say.

“Thank you.” Mrs. McDowe says.

I finish eating and I am so full I cannot move, “So you live in this big house alone.” I say.

“My husband lives here with me.” Mrs. McDowe says.

“Oh where is he? I should say hi.” I say.

“No need. He’s in a coma.” Mrs. McDowe says plainly.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry.” I say.

“No need, I put him there.” Mrs. McDowe says.

John Gray: A Tale of Hearts Part IX


Welcome to the Mystery World of Reason…

“Can you explain why we found a strand of your hair on a dead baby?” Steve says to Dorothy Minder.

“I don’t know.” Dorothy says, “I’ve answered this same question a dozen times.”

“And you’ll answer a dozen more times until we’re satisfied.” Steve says.

I haven’t seen Steve this mad since, well, never. I better step in, “Hey Dorothy, I know how this looks. It’s bad. You’re an agent and we’re sorry if we treated you like anything but, but you have to understand the predicament we’re in. Three baby girls found dead. And they all had this red hair wrapped around their hand. And now all of a sudden one of those strands of hairs has your DNA on it. Now we aren’t accusing you of anything, but you need to tell us everything you know about these murders.” I say.

“I know nothing about these murders. Only what I’ve heard on the news and what you’ve told me.” Dorothy says, “I’m not a field agent for a reason. I can’t stomach these type of things. I work with computers.”

“I understand.” I say, “So let’s start with this…why did you shave your head?”

“It’s personal.” Dorothy says.

“Do you understand the kind of trouble you are in?” Steve says, “A five month year old baby was found dead and your hair was found on that dead baby. Should we show you the pictures again?”

“No, no.” Dorothy says, “I understand. But the reason I shaved my head is irrelevant.”

“Maybe if we found an article of clothing that belonged to you it would be irrelevant, but we found your hair, from your head. So the reason why that hair is no longer on your head is pretty relevant.” Steve says.

I give Steve a look, but he is too busy glaring at Dorothy to see me. “Dorothy, I understand that you may not want to disclose the reason you shaved your head.” I say, “But this could really make the difference in the case. The families of these kids need closure. They need to know the person who did this is behind bars. I know you can understand that.”

“I’ll tell you only if you promise there will be no repercussions.” Dorothy says.

“Of course.” I say.

“Of course not.” Steve says.

“Steve, why don’t you take five.” I say.

“Absolutely not.” Steve says.

“Actually I think that’s a great idea.” Captain Philip says stepping into the interrogation room. “Steve take five, John and I will finish up here.”

Steve glares at Cap then storms out. I look at Dorothy and say, “I’m sorry about that. Detective Meres just became a father a couple months ago, so he’s taking this case really personally.”

“It’s okay.” Dorothy says. “I shaved my head because my girlfriend was diagnosed with cancer. She started losing her hair and it started to affect her self-esteem, so I decided that we would both shave our heads. That way it would be kind of like a choice not an inevitable end.”

“And what is your girlfriend’s name Dorothy?” Cap asks.

“Is that really necessary?” Dorothy asks.

“Unfortunately it is.” Cap says, “We need to confirm your story.”

“Oh my gosh.” Dorothy says, “This is so embarrassing.”

“It’s Captain Ramana Hanji.” I say. “She’s your girlfriend and that’s why you didn’t want to tell us. It’s against the rules for a Captain to date their detectives.”

“How did you know?” Dorothy says.

“I heard about her diagnosis, and I did notice she has her head shaved.” I say.

“Well now you know everything.” Dorothy says.

“Not everything.” Cap says, “Like how your hair ended up on the dead baby.”

“That part I don’t know.” Dorothy says, “I mean I shaved it, usually hair that has DNA is pulled from the roots.”

“The other hairs we found had no DNA, which is consistent with shaving.” I say, “So I’m guessing somehow some of the hair was pulled out.”

“I guess I could see how that happened.” Dorothy says. “I did shave it myself. We had no idea what we were doing.”

“What happened to that hair?” Cap says.

“I donated it to locks of love.” Dorothy says.

Cap and I look at each other, “Dorothy can you give us all the info you have on where and whom you donated it to.” I say.

“Now that I can do.” Dorothy says.

While Chambers works on the info that Dorothy provided us, Steve and I check out a lead at the Nicklaus Children’s Hospital. A nurse reported misuse of BZD, the drug used to put the babies to sleep and ultimately kill them.

“Tell us everything you know Casey.” I say to the nurse who called us in.

“Like I said, I don’t want to get anyone in trouble.” Casey says, “I overheard one of the doctors yelling at someone on the phone. He was saying things like, ‘how could you do this to me. I trusted you’ and ‘you stole from me’. He said, ‘I could lose my license, what are you some sort of drug addict.’ At first I didn’t think it was a big deal till I heard him say ‘Benzodiazepines are not a drug you should be playing with’. I called you guys right away because I’ve been following that case and I know BZD was used to put those babies to sleep.”

“We never put that in the news.” I said.

“Well not exactly.” Casey says, “But I know you guys have been calling and asking about any missing BZD and I know you guys were working on that baby killer case, so it wasn’t that hard to put together.”

“Sounds like we could use you on the team.” Steve jokes.

“I don’t have the heart for that kind of stuff.” Casey says, “I want to save lives, that’s why I chose nursing.”

“What was the name of this doctor?” Steve says.

“I don’t think he was involved.” Casey says, “I just think he had a lapse of judgment or something.”

“His name Casey.” I say.

“Right.” Casey says, “Doctor James Marsh.”

Steve and I immediately call Doctor Marsh down to the station and he meets us there with no protest. “Doctor Marsh, thank you for meeting us on such short notice.” I say.

“I figured you would call sooner or later.” Dr. Marsh says, “I just didn’t realize it would be this soon.”

“So you know why we’ve asked you here?” Steve asks.

“Why of course.” Dr. Marsh.

“Why don’t you tell us about it then.” I say.

“That crazy nut stole my prescription pad and wrote a bunch of prescriptions, but I only found out about it today so how did you find out about it so soon.” Dr. Marsh says.

“What crazy woman?” Steve asks.

“Amanda.” Dr. Marsh says, “But that’s probably not her real name.”

“Did she give you a last name?” I asks.

“Amanda Red.” Dr. Marsh says.

Chambers is outside listening and I’m sure he is looking up the name Dr. Marsh just gave us, “Dr. Marsh where did you meet this woman?”

“It’s kind of embarrassing, but I met her online.” Dr. Marsh says.

“Why would that be embarrassing?” Steve asks, “Many people meet online today.

“It’s a website specifically for doctors.” Dr. Marsh says, “It’s called Doctors Fantasy Come True or dfct.com.”

“I see why you’re embarrassed.” Steve says.

“What my colleague means is, how did you hear about this website?” I say giving Steve a look. I’m not used to being the good cop in this good cop bad cop game, but Steve is giving me no choice.

“I heard some of the other doctors talking about it in the break room.” Dr. Marsh says, “It’s supposed to be a place where doctors tell their fantasies and a person willing to fulfill that contacts you and well, you make it happen.”

“And what was your fantasy Dr. Marsh?” Steve asks.

“I don’t see how that’s relevant.” Dr. Marsh says.

“Tell us about the first time you met Amanda.” I say.

“We met at a hotel, a motel actually.” Dr. Marsh says, “We hooked up and then we left.”

“So she stole the perception pads from you at that time?” Steve ask.

“No.” Dr. Marsh says, “Well I don’t think so, I didn’t have them with me then…I sort of broke the rules. I called her again and we hooked up a couple more times. At some point I felt like I knew her, so I invited her to my house. She must have taken them one of those times.”

“What made you reach out to her again Dr. Marsh?” I ask.

“I don’t know.” Dr. Marsh says, “Something about her really stood out to me. I couldn’t get her out of my mind.”

“If you saw her again would you be able to recognize her?” Steve asks.

“Of course.” Dr. Marsh says.

“Could you contact her, set up a meeting?” I ask.

“No.” Dr. Marsh says, “That psycho stopped returning my calls a few weeks ago. I haven’t heard from her since.”

“So who where you talking to on the phone in the hospital today?” I ask.

“What? How do you know about that?” Dr. Marsh asks.

“Answer the question Dr. Marsh.” Steve says.

“I was leaving a voicemail on her phone.” Dr. Marsh says, “I was leaving the tenth and last message to be exact.”

“Here’s some pictures Dr. Marsh let us know if you see her here.” I say putting the pictures on the table.

“That’s Amanda right there.” Dr. Marsh says.

Dr. Marsh has positively identified the woman who we believe is behind these murders. “Doctor Marsh, I need you to write down everything you know about Amanda.” Steve says.

“Guys can you step out here for a moment?” Cap says.

Steve and I step outside the interrogation room. “What is it Cap?” I say.

“I just got call.” Cap says, “‘Amanda’ has just been spotted.”

Louise ∞ 1

Welcome to the Love World of Reason…

“I don’t understand.” Louise says, “Why are you doing this?”

“I already told you, this just isn’t going to work.” I say.

“WHY?” Louise cries. “I know you still love me.”

“Unfortunately love isn’t the solution to every problem.” I say. “Sometimes it’s…the problem.”

“What does that even mean?” Louise says. “Yesterday everything was fine, now you’re breaking up with me.”

“Yesterday everything was not fine, Louise.” I say. “I spent the entire day with my mother in the hospital.”

“I mean fine between us.” Louise screams. “I know this is a hard time for you and your family, and if you need space, okay, say that, but don’t talk like you never want to see me again.”

“But I never want…to see you again.” I say.

“Jeremy.” Louise says her eyes filling with tears.

I can’t bear to look at the hurt in her eyes, “Just leave.” I finally say.

“Jeremy.” Louise says again.

“Fine, I’ll leave.” I say walking out of the house, my house. That was one of the last times I saw Louise, until now.

 

“Jerry, hello! Earth to Jerry.” Michelle says.

“What? Oh sorry, what’s up?” I ask.

“Are you okay, you look a little pale?” Michelle asks.

“Yea, yea. I’m good.” I say.

“Are you sure?” Michelle asks. “Maybe you should sit down.”

“No, I’m okay.” I say. “I umm, it’s nothing, I’m alright.”

“Okay, let me know if you need to take your break early.” Michelle says.

Michelle, is my co-worker and really good friend. Over the years, I tried my best to not make any close connections, but somehow Michelle pushed her way into my life. “Thanks M.” I say.

“If you guys are done with this Dr. Phil moment, there is a table that needs to be served.” Jonny says.

Jonny is our manager, better known as meanager, “Thanks Jonny we’ll take care of it.”

“I prefer you call me boss.” Jonny says.

“Why don’t you…” I begin to say and Michelle cuts me off.

“Sure, thing boss.” Michelle says, “Actually I think I heard the phone ring in your office, you might want to get it, it might be important.”

“Oh yes, of course.” Jonny says. “I have been entrusted to handle the important things, so I should get that.”

“Jerk.” I say.

“What was that?” Jonny says.

“Germ.” Michelle says, “Germs, hate them and…I’ll get the table.”

I walk to the back of the café. I sit down and take a deep breath. Was it really Louise I saw at that table? It couldn’t have been. I haven’t seen her since we were 17 and that was 20 years ago.

“The woman at that table, it’s Louise isn’t it?” Michelle asks a few minutes later.

“Straight to the point as always, no sugar on top.” I say to Michelle.

“I knew it.” Michelle says, “She looks just like the picture in your wallet.”

“My wallet?” I say, “When were you in my wallet?”

“I mean she looks older, of course, but it’s definitely her.” Michelle says ignoring me.

“Michelle, please don’t start, I can’t handle this right now.” I say.

“You should have told me Jerry, I would have let you take the table.” Michelle says. “Oh my gosh! You didn’t want to take the table, did you Jerry? Awe Jerry it’s okay, I’m sure she wouldn’t have been rude or anything.”

“M please.” I say.

“What?” Michelle says.

“I do not want to talk about this.” I say.

“Jerry doesn’t want to talk about something, shocker.” Michelle says sarcastically. “She seemed really nice and I didn’t see a ring on her finger. Maybe you guys can get back together. You never did tell me exactly what happened Jerry, but unless you cheated on her or something, I’m sure she would take you back. True love never dies Jerry you must know that.”

“I’m going to strangle you woman.” I say.

“Yeah maybe later.” Michelle says, “Anyway, one of us better get out there, before “boss” comes out and starts whining again.”

“Umm, I think they really need help back here, so why don’t you handle the front of the house M.” I say. I get up and pretend like I’m doing something.

“Is that so?” Michelle says crossing her hands over her chest.

“Yeah.” I say.

Michelle finally stops staring at me and goes to the front of the café. “Hey guys, you need help?” I ask the chefs in the back. They all look at me like I am crazy, “Cool, I’ll just be over here, shout if you need anything.”

“Jerry, what are you doing back here?” Martin says.

Martin is one of the Chefs, “Hey buddy, what’s going on.” I say.

“‘Buddy’ Jerry are you feeling okay,” Martin says.

“Of course buddy, why do you ask?” I say.

“Well first of all you don’t use words like ‘buddy’ and second of all you hate being back here. So cut the crap and tell me what’s going on. Are there cops outside or something?” Martin says.

“Cops?” I say.

“Well, a couple of the guys think you’re running from the cops, which is you’re so secretive.” Martin says.

“You can’t be serious. Of course I’m not running from the cops, I’m just a private person that’s all.” I say.

“Right.” Martin says looking at me strangely.

I stay back here till Michelle tells me Louise has left. I peak in the front to make sure she is really gone. “Thanks M, I owe you.”

“Whatever.” Michelle says.

That’s odd. I was sure Michelle would bombard me with all kinds of questions. “Hey Michelle, Louise didn’t say anything did she? Or you didn’t say anything to her, right?” I say.

Michelle looks at me, rolls her eyes and continues to clear the tables. “M, don’t do this, talk to me.” I say.

“Are you going to tell me what happened between you?” Michelle says.

“M, I told you already.” I say.

Michelle looks at me and walks away, “Hey Jonny, I’m done I’m gonna punch out okay, see you tomorrow.”

I follow Michelle, “M.” She continues to ignore me. “Okay, okay damn it. I’ll tell you. Just tell me, did she says anything.”

Michelle looks at me, “We’ll talk at my place.”

We both punch out and I drive us home; Michelle lives next door to me, “Hey, let me shower and I’ll be right over.” I say. I need some time to get prepared for anything Louise might have said.

“Cool.” Michelle says.

I open my apartment door, sit on the couch, and take a deep breath. I cannot believe that was Louise after all this time. I take out the picture I keep of her in my wallet. It’s a picture of Louise and I at senior prom, just before everything went bad. We were so happy. I stare at the picture for a few minutes like I do every day, then I get up and take a shower.

 

“Louise come here, I want to show you something.” I say.

“What is it?” Louise asks.

“I told you it was a surprise.” I say.

“I don’t like surprise.” Louise says.

“I know.” I say, “Now close your eyes.”

Louise close her eyes, but I know she’s peeking. “Hurry up.” Louise says.

“Louise, you’re peeking, no fair.” I say.

“I know.” Louise says.

Louise is so honest, even when she probably shouldn’t be, “Okay fine, here.” I say.

“What is this?” Louise says looking at the little black box.

“Open it.” I say.

Louise carefully opens the box as if something is going to jump out at her. “It’s a string circle.” Louise says.

“It’s a ring.” I say.

“This isn’t a ring, Jerry.” Louise says.

“Well not really, but just pretend.” I say.

“Okay.” Louise says giggling.

I take the ring made of string from the box and put it on her pinky finger. “Now you’re my girlfriend.” I say.

“Eww. I’m not going to kiss you.” Louise says.

“Eww who said anything about kissing, that’s disgusting.” I say.

“Isn’t that what girlfriends and boyfriends do?” Louise asks.

“Maybe grownups but not us Louise, eww.” I say.

“That’s what my sister does with her boyfriend.” Louise says. “One time I saw them kissing and kissing. I thought she was going to pass out. They didn’t even breathe Jerry.” Louise says.

“That’s disgusting. Why do people kiss anyway?” I say.

“I don’t know. But a lot of grownups do it.” Louise says.

“Really?” I say, “I never see my parents do it?”

“Never?” Louise says.

“Never.” I say.

Louise hits me on the shoulder then runs. I run after her. We run until we are out of breath, then we lay on the grass and look at the sky. “I think that one is a monkey.” Louise says pointing at a cloud.

“No it’s a deer.” I say.

“A deer? Oh Jerry, you need glasses.” Louise says laughing.

We stay silently looking at the clouds for a while before I say, “Do you think we will ever do it?” I say.

“Do what?” Louise says.

“Kiss.” I say.

“Yes.” Louise says.

 

“You guys were high school sweethearts, and you broke up senior year. That’s all you’ve ever told me Jerry.” Michelle says.

“Louise and I have known each other since we were kids.” I say, “Our parents were best friends.”

“Were you guys together, together all that time?” Michelle asks.

“No, I officially asked her to be my girlfriend when we were six.” I say.

“How adorable.” Michelle says. “Sounds like you guys were in love, so what happened?”

“Michelle I really don’t want to get into this. Can you just tell me what happened please.” I say.

“Nothing happened Jerry. She ordered coffee, she sat there for a while typing on her computer then she left.” Michelle says.

“What? So she didn’t say anything about me?” I asks.

“Why would she say anything about you?” Michelle asks.

“But you made it seem like…” I say.

“I did nothing. You came to your own conclusions.” Michelle says and smiles.

“Damn it woman.” I say.

“Be nice.” Michelle says laughing. “You still love her, don’t you Jeremy?”

“Like it was yesterday.” I say.

 

 

John Gray: A Tale of Hearts Part VIII

Welcome to the Mystery World of Reason…

“Captain, I don’t think I understand,” I say, “So there were two babies found, one was dead and placed just like the others in the basket wrapped in the same blanket, and now you’re telling me there was another baby, but she was alive?”

“John, I don’t understand it either to be honest.” Captain Philip says, “But yes, that’s what we found.”

“Why did she leave one baby alive?” Steve asks, “What was so different about this baby?”

“That’s what we are trying to figure out Steve.” Cap says, “The doctors are giving the baby a thorough exam. And Marcy is doing the autopsy on the dead baby now.”

“Was the heart taken out like the others?” Stone asks.

“It looks like it.” Cap says.

“And we have no idea who the third baby belongs to I assume?” I ask.

“Correct.” Steve says.

“This bastard is really starting to piss me off.” I say.

“I think it’s safe to say we’re all about done with this horrendous case.” Chambers says.

“I’m sure it’s a waste of time to ask, but were there any witnesses this time?” I ask.

“You’re right, it was a waste of time to ask.” Steve says.

“Right.” I say, “Well how about the sketch that witness gave us, any luck with that?”

“No, unfortunately not, we faxed it to all the local police departments, but no hits yet.” Cap says.

“So is this killer a genius? Not prints, no DNA, no witnesses, nothing, or are we just missing something.” Steve says.

“There has to be something we…hold on my phone is ringing…hello, yes this is Detective Meres.” Steve says, “Mr. Clever yes, of course I remember you, what can I do for you…really…no, no that’s great…can you guys come in now? Okay, we’ll see you in a few hours then.”

“Mr. Clever, that was the father of the kids who found the second baby right?” Chambers asks.

“Yes, and he says Timmy, his son who found the body, just told him he did in fact see a woman leave the basket.” Steve says.

“That’s great.” Stone says, “So we’ll have him look at some pictures, plus the sketch and see if he identifies the same woman.”

A few hours later, the Clevers come to the office. Timmy is now looking at the different photos. We want to show him a variety of pictures that way we will be sure, when he picks the one he recognizes. “I don’t see her here, dad,” Timmy says.

“It’s okay, Timmy, just keep looking.” I say.

“Wait, go back!” Timmy says, “That’s her, right there.”

“Are you sure Timmy?” Steve says.

I really hope he’s sure, because he just picked the sketch we got from the witness who works at the yarn shop. “Take your time Timmy.” I say.

“I’m sure. But her hair was like mommy’s not dark.” Timmy says.

“So her hair was blonde, Timmy?” Mr. Clever asks.

“Yes, like mommy’s’.” Timmy says.

“Was there anything else that was different about her Timmy?” I ask.

“Her belly was not big like this.” Timmy says.

“Okay, Timmy thank you, you did a brave thing. You and your dad just sit here for a couple minutes and we’ll be right back.” Steve says.

Steve and I go outside to talk to the rest of the guys. “So the killer was pregnant when she bought the yarn, but not when she left the second basket?” I asks.

“Are we thinking she lost the baby?” Chambers says, “Maybe that was her breaking point.”

“I don’t think so because by the time she was buying the yarn, she had already had her plan in place.” I say.

“So she dressed up like she was pregnant?” Steve says.

“Looks like it.” I say.

“But why not keep up the façade when leaving the baskets?” Steve asks.

“That’s just a question we’ll have to ask her when we catch her.” I say.

We wrap things up with the Clevers and we head over to the coroner’s office. “Marcy, what was so urgent that we all had to get here ASAP?” Stone says.

“I have something for you.” Marcy says, unable to hide the excitement in her voice.

“What is it Marc?” I ask.

“The third baby had the same strand of hair wrapped around her hand, just like the others.” Marcy says, “But this time, the strand had DNA.”

“What?” I say, “Are you serious.”

“I couldn’t believe it either.” Marcy says, “But apparently this strand, unlike the others was pulled out at the root.”

“Did you get a match?” Steve says.

“Well, no. I just found it.” Marcy says, “But I did send it over to the lab STAT.”

“That’s great news.” Chambers says.

“It is.” Cap says, “Let’s hope the person this hair belongs to is in the system.”

“Anything else Marcy?” Steve asks.

“No.” Marcy says.

“So this baby is just like the others?” I ask.

“Yup, same MO. Baby died from overdose of BZD, then the killer cut out her heart.” Marcy says. “Have you guys made any progress on finding the hearts?”

“No.” I say. “We’re thinking the killer took it with her.”

“What the hell is she doing with a bunch of baby hearts?” Marcy says, “Never mind don’t answer that.”

“I don’t think I want to know either.” Cap says, “Anyway, everyone take a break, let’s meet back at the office in an hour.”

Steve and I go to a coffee shop nearby. We sit down and Steve immediately says, “So how was therapy?”

“It was good.” I say. I know vagueness drives him crazy, so I try to be as vague as possible with him whenever I can.

Steve gives me a frown, “Come on partner give me more than ‘good’.”

I tell Steve everything that happened at the therapist, but before he can respond we both get called into the office, “So much for an hour break.” I say.

“I hope it’s not another body.” Steve says.

“No.” I say, “That wouldn’t fit the timeline.”

“I sure hope you’re right.” Steve says.

We get to the station where the other detectives are waiting for us, “The doctor who examined the baby just called me.” Cap says. “The baby we found alive was the twin of the baby found dead.”

“What?” I say out loud by accident.

“The baby we found alive has a heart defect.” Cap says. “Once the doctor examined the baby he realized the defect and searched for her records and found that she had a healthy twin sister. He gave us the name of the parents and we will be going with them after this meeting to identify the body of the dead twin sister.”

“I’d rather not be there Cap.” I say.

“Likewise.” Chambers says.

“Very well.” Cap says, “Stone and Steve you meet the family at the coroner’s to identify the body.”

“So the killer kidnapped twin girls. Killed the healthy one and left the one with a heart defect alive?” Stone says. “Am I the only one who doesn’t understand this?”

“Actually it makes perfect sense.” I say. “The killer wants healthy hearts. The sick twin sister had a defective heart which was no use to the killer, but it’s the healthy heart she wanted… she needs healthy hearts.”

“That’s insane.” Steve says, “But I think you’re right.”

“Are we thinking she’s using these healthy hearts for some sort of ritual?” Cap says.

Chambers goes to the computer then says, “I’m looking up rituals dealing with hearts now.”

“Maybe she has a bad heart and she thinks stealing hearts will make her healthy.” Steve says.

“But why baby hearts?” I say, “And why only girls.”

“Right, that part doesn’t add up.” Cap says.

“Hey guys I just got a text from Marcy, she said they found a match on the DNA.” Steve says.

“Already?” I say, “How is that even possible.”

“Hey you know Marc, she always finds a way to make things happen.” Chambers says.

Steve calls Marcy and puts her on speaker phone, “Go ahead Marc, you’re on speaker phone, tell us what you found.” Steve says.

“Okay it’s really weird so make sure you’re sitting down.” Marcy says, “The hair belongs to a Dorothy Minder. She’s an agent with the bureau.”

 

 

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John Gray: A Tale of Hearts Part VII

_Welcome to the mystery world of Reason…

“Cap, you can’t do this!” I say screaming.

“I don’t want to hear it detective.” Captain Philip says.

“But I helped with the kid.” I say, “Those two would have never gotten him to talk.”

“And the city of Miami thanks you, detective.” Cap says, “Now leave.”

Captain walks away before I can protest. “I can’t believe this.” I say.

“Look, I’ll try to talk to him.” Steve says, “But this is serious. Blackouts are nothing to play with. Someone could have gotten really hurt.”

“I know.” I say. I no longer have the energy to argue.

“First we need to get you to that doctor’s appointment. Then we’ll get psych to clear you.” Steve says.

“Whatever. I quit.” I say. Steve looks at me and says nothing. “So you don’t care if I quit? Is that it?”

“The only thing you might love more than sex is this job, so no, I don’t take your threat seriously.” Steve says.

“I really hate you.” I say.

“I love you too cousin.” Steve says.

“How are you so sure we’re related? Your dad was a bit of a rolling leaf.” I say.

“Don’t you mean a rolling stone?” Steve says.

“No.” I say. “He wasn’t stable enough to be a stone.”

Steve and I both laugh. “Alright, goof ball, glad to see you’re feeling better.” Steve says. “See you later.”

I drive home and turn on the T.V. There is nothing good on and all I can think about is the case; the case that I should be working on. Although it makes me upset I know I really should have seen someone about the blackouts. I text the psychiatrist and see if she can fit me in tomorrow. The sooner I get cleared the sooner I can go back to work. I walk over to the fridge and see what I have to eat. I know I have nothing. I always have nothing. Maybe I’ll order pizza…or Chinese. I finally decide to order pizza and Chinese. When the food gets here I eat while I watch reruns of Fresh Prince of Bell Air. This was my favorite show growing up. Afterwards I decide to call one of my girls. It’s been way too long since I’ve had sex.

“Hey Mindy, what are you doing baby?” I say.

“Hello? Who is this? John is that you?” Mindy says.

“You know it’s me beautiful.” I say, “What are you doing tonight? Why don’t you come over, I miss you.”

“I haven’t heard from you in 4 months and now you’re calling me.” Mindy says.

“I know I’m so sorry about that.” I say, “You know with this job, I get so busy sometimes. But there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about you.”

“You are such a liar. If you think I’m gonna fall for your games, you’re crazy.” Mindy says.

“Baby, what games? You know you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.” I lie, “If I didn’t feel so obligated to keep this city safe for you, I would quit and marry you right now.”

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it John.” Mindy says.

“I mean it baby. You know how I feel about you.” I say.

“So why don’t you want to move in together?” Mindy asks.

“Why don’t you come over and we can talk about it?” I say.

“You want me to come over right now?” Mindy asks.

“Right now.” I say.

“Okay, I’ll be right over.” Mindy says, “But John, can I sleep over this time? I know about your stupid rule, but if we’re going to be living together then you should at least let me sleep over once in a while.”

“On one condition.” I say.

“What?” Mindy asks.

“You have to let me do whatever I want to you.” I say.

“John you’re so nasty.” Mindy says, “Okay deal.”

“Say it.” I say.

“Detective Gray, you can do whatever you want to me.” Mindy says.

I hang up the phone and get ready. Mindy comes over wearing sexy lingerie. “Did you walk out of the car like that?” I ask in shock. I’m not sure why I am shock she is one of my freakiest girls.

“What happen? You don’t like it?” Mindy says.

“I love it. Turn around.” I say. Mindy does a slow 360. She is the thickest Asian I have ever been with. “Come here.”

“First I want to talk about us moving in together?” Mindy says.

Just like a woman to want to “talk” while half naked. They really don’t understand men at all. Mindy starts talking and I slowly take off my clothes until I am completely naked. She is still talking, not getting my hints at all. I walk towards her and she walks backwards till she reaches the wall. I grab her by her waist and turn her around so she is facing the wall.

“John, listen to me. This is serious.” Mindy says.

“Keep talking, I’m listening to every word.” I say.

I begin to kiss her neck while my hands roam her body. I touch her spot and she screams. Finally she stops talking. We have sex multiple times and by the time we are done she is fast asleep. Thank goodness because I am too tired to think of a reason why we are not moving in together.

The next morning I wake up and she is making breakfast. Oh boy. She’s playing house, this isn’t good.

“Good morning husband.” Mindy says.

What the… “Mindy, you’re up early.” I say.

“How’d you sleep baby?” Mindy asks, “I have breakfast ready.”

“Yeah, right. I have a doctor’s appointment this morning.” I say. “I’m actually running late. So just lock the door when you leave okay.”

“John?” Mindy says, “Are you serious?”

“What?” I say.

“I don’t know why I thought this time would be different.” Mindy says.

I’m not sure either. “I don’t know what you mean, but I really have to go, if I’m more than twenty minutes late they cancel the appointment and then I have to wait weeks to reschedule.”

“Okay, so I’ll wait for you. It’s just a doctor’s appointment. It can’t take that long.” Mindy says.

“Right. Well the thing is it’s actually a psychiatry appointment so it might take a while.” I say as I walk to the door.

“Those appointments only last one hour John.” Mindy says with her hands on her hips.

“Normally yes, but this is mandated by Captain so I can’t leave till I’m cleared to go back to work.” I say. “But anyway, I really can’t stay, bye.”

I hurry out the door. What is it that makes a woman believe a guy will change when he says and does the same thing he has always said and done? This obviously works in my favor, but this phenomenon really intrigues me. I think if I would have stayed in the PhD program I may have done my dissertation on it.

I arrive at the psychiatrist and sign in. I am talking to the new secretary when the doc comes out and says, “John, why don’t you leave my secretary alone and come inside.” Dr. B says.

“Hey long time no see.” I say as I walk into her office.

“Have a seat John.” Dr. B says, “Before we start I just want to say cut the bullshit and take this seriously. If I don’t believe what you are saying you will never wear that badge again.”

“Damn, good morning to you too. Is that what they taught you, to blackmail your patients?” I say.

“I’m giving you one chance. Do not waste my time.” Dr. B says.

“You really need to get laid.” I say.

“And we’re done.” Dr. B says getting up.

“Okay, okay I’m sorry. I was just kidding…kind of.” I say, “What do you want to know Dr. Brax” I say.

“Why don’t you start with the blackouts?” Dr. B says.

“They started when I got back. I can’t really tell you much because I don’t know what happens, I just find myself somewhere and I think I’ve just arrived but people tell me I’ve been there for hours. They say I’ve done things I can’t remember doing.” I say.

“Like having sex with the medical examiner, Marcy.” Dr. B says bluntly.

“Well damn, if you know everything, why are we having this conversation?” I ask angrily.

“How many times has this happened?” Dr. B says.

“I don’t know. A few times.” I respond.

“Are you drinking?” Dr. B says.

“I told you, I haven’t had a drink since I’ve been back.” I say.

“Tell me about that.” Dr. B says, “In this six hell game, you guys were forced fed alcohol is that right?”

“Yes.” I say.

“What else did they make you guys do?” Dr. B asks.

“I’m sure you read the file.” I say.

“Talking about it will help you.” Dr. B says.

“I’m sure you believe that.” I say.

“Do you want on this case or not?” Dr. B says.

“You want me to tell you everything? That will take forever.” I say.

“Tell me the tasks they made you do that affected you the most?” Dr. B says.

“Nothing they made me do “affected” me. What affected me is losing my partner.” I say.

“I understand you and Lucy were very close. How did it feel to lose her?” Dr. B says.

“Like shit.” I say.

“Anything else?” Dr. B

“What else is there?” I say.

“Well maybe, you feel like it’s your fault that she died.” Dr. B says.

“And why would I feel like that?” I ask.

“It was very clear that Lucy didn’t want to complete the last challenge. She said so in her report. She felt as if there was something off about this whole six hell game and she wanted to pull out. She said she expressed this to you, but you talked her into going through with it.” Dr. B says.

I look at Dr. B. If I could reach over there and strangle her and not lose my badge I would. “Sounds like you have it all figured out. Are we done here?” I say.

“John, I don’t mean to be insensitive, but you must face your guilt or it will never go away.” Dr. B says.

“I’m doing fine thank you.” I say.

“By having sex with random women and drowning yourself with work? When was the las time you had a good night sleep?” Dr. B asks.

“Last night.” I say.

“Really? Were you alone?” Dr. B asks.

“What relevance does that have?” I ask.

“I think we both know.” Dr. B says.

“Are we done?” I ask.

“Tell me about your obsession with Rebecca?” Dr. B says. “I know she was the accomplice you guys were looking for all along. How did it feel when she got away?”

“Once again, like shit.” I say.

“Any guilt there?” Dr. B says.

“Excuse me?” I say.

“Well, if you didn’t have sex with her, maybe you wouldn’t have been so distracted.” Dr. B says, “Maybe you would have realized there was something off about her.”

“You have got to be the worst psychiatrist on the planet.” I say.

“Your defense mechanisms are advanced.” Dr. B says. “But let me remind you, I don’t care how many connections you have, I will make sure you never work as an FBI agent again if you do not open up to me.”

“Why do you hate me so much?” I ask.

“I don’t hate you John.” Dr. B says, “I just cannot let you put the lives of civilians and fellow detectives in danger.”

“So you blame me for Lucy’s death is that it?” I ask, “You think if it wasn’t for me talking her into jumping out of that plane she would still be alive.”

“No John, I don’t blame you.” Dr. B says, “I know you loved Lucy. I know if you had any inclination that something like that would have happened you would have been the first to take her place.”

“So why are you talking like I’m a bad omen to the team?” I say.

“On the contrary, I think what you bring to this unit, no one else does, and that is the precise reason why I am pushing you so much.” Dr. B says, “This unit needs you. Not the half with it or blackouts you, but the best of you.”

I guess that’s exactly what I needed to hear because I told Dr. B everything. I told her about the nightmares that I have every time I sleep. How I would see Lucy fall to the ground and how there was always so much blood everywhere, but no body. I told her how I see Rebecca everywhere and even though I know it is not her, I still get suspicious and approach the person I think is her. I tell her how I do blame myself for Lucy’s death. I also told her about all my research on the company who hosted the experiments they call, the sixth hell and how I always come up empty. Towards the end of our talk Dr. B gets a call from Captain Philips.

“Hey Captain, he’s right here…Yes, I understand. Well it’s like you said…We definitely have more work to do, but he’s ready….okay….only thing, I want him to get a full blood work done… I know he got one when he got back, but I want to run more specific tests…Okay great. Yes, I’ll tell him. Goodbye.” Dr. B hangs up the phone. She looks at me but says nothing.

“Well?” I say.

“He wants you to come in right away.” Dr. B says.

“What happen? Did they find the killer?” I ask.

“No John, unfortunately not.” Dr. B says, “There was another baby found dead.”

“Damn.” I say, “Okay, I have to go.”

“Wait, John.” Dr. B says, “There’s more.”

“What?” I ask.

Dr. B looks at her feet then says, “There were two babies John. One was dead, wrapped and put in a basket, like the others. And the other baby…the other baby was alive, John.”