killer

two

"oh, wow."
nicole swirled around to see a tall, curly haired man standing behind her, eyes wide.
"lady, you are gorgeous," he complimented.
nicole blushed, pushing a strand of her long brunette hair behind her ear.
"thank you, sir. i just have a couple of questions, if you could sit here, please?"
he sat down, suddenly reaching his arm across the desk to shake nicole's hand.
"chase, um, chase rutherford." he chuckled, a nervous smile crossing his face. "that's me."
"nice to meet you, mr. rutherford," she smiled warmly.
"call me chase. mr. rutherford is my father."
she nodded her head, switching her tape recorder on. "chase...can you tell me a bit about what you saw?"
"oh, yeah...i was chillaxin' in my crib last week at around 11:30 when i heard a loud scream-sounded like it was from a lady-and a vase breaking."
"AM or PM?"
"pm. it came from the room next to me, which is next to me. i figured it was some teens just playin' around, since it's abandoned. or some folks doing cocaine. i just went to bed, and at around 2:30 in the morning, i heard heavy footsteps walk past my door. the next day, i was goin' to a diner for a cup of joe when i saw someone laying on the floor of the room, facedown and with something sticking out of their back. i called the popo and they said a woman was stabbed."
nicole nodded her head, writing everything down. "haley sharpe. local prostitute. cause of death was blunt force trauma. apparently she was bashed in the head and then stabbed fifteen times. probably the working of one of the serial killers running around."
chase hummed quietly in agreement. seemingly processing nicole's words, he asked, "serial killers?"
"yes, sir. there are about two running wild right now. together they've killed about ten people so far. no one knows if they're working together. the only reason we know there's two is because DNA testing on some of the bodies showed two different people."
she gave him a confused look. "how did you know the murder weapon?"
"ohh...lucky guess," he mumbled. "that's terrible. two serial killers at once? what are the odds."
hamzah appeared in the doorway, looking up to chase and stretching his hand out.
"the name's hamzah," he introduced, before turning to nicole.
"hey, stone fox," he smirked, "how about you run and make me some coffee?"
nicole gave him a fake smile, glancing chase apologetically as she stood up."okay, hamzah. be right back."
hamzah watched her leave, whistling.
"that booty looks delicious, doesn't it?" he chucked. chase's eyes widened, brows twitching; he wanted to say something but decided to remain silent, instead nodding his head, lips pursed.
nicole returned a moment later, a cup of steaming coffee in her hand.
"thanks, darling," hamzah smiled, walking out.
"where are my manners? chase, i'm sorry, would you like one?" she asked.
he shook his head. "no. actually, i gotta skitty, but i'd like your number so we could maybe hit a joint sometime."
nicole blushed, grabbing a piece of paper and scribbling some numbers down.
"one's my office number and the other is my telephone number for home. i also put my address," she smiled. "maybe we could hang out sometime?"
he nodded, a huge grin on his face. "yeah, maybe saturday?"
"sounds great! i'll see ya then, chase," she beamed, shyly pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
he smiled in return, walking out with a wave. "peace out, homefry."