Chosen's

Chapter 2

I heard mom arriving home around 12:32 am. last night. Guess there was a lot to cover at the office. After those gruesome murders. Some people like to be copy cats.
There have been around 3 killings in the last 3 months. All were ladies of the night. In other, meaner words, Prostitutes.

I look to the side and see that it's 6am. Mom is already up by the sound of her slippers tapping on the ground. Guess she is making coffee. We are obsessed with it.
I tried to get out of bed but like usual, forgot that I toss around in bed. My foot was caught in the sheets and literally face planted on the ground. Aww!, "Shit, that hurts!" I stand up with my hand covering my nose, and it's bleeding, of course it is. Crap.
I ran to the bathroom, couldn't even pay attention to the little static I felt when I touched the metal handle on the bathroom door. Just went to the sink and saw my bloody nose in the mirror. My violet eyes, (yes it's violet), and my eyes are red from me holding in my tears. My light skin seems smother than usual today too. So does my mid back long black hair, now that I have a closer look at it.
I start washing my face, the pain is already gone.
I finish washing my face, brushing my teeth, and taking a quick shower, making sure to put away everything in the wash bag. Changed my clothes to the one I picked last night, a simple cotton white sweater. It's still a bit chilly.
Have a few months till summer comes.
Got my light, tight blue jeans. Light blue VANS and took the dirty pj's and wash bag downstairs.
Mom was already standing by the kitchen counter with her 'Detective of the year' mug. She really loves that mug. I Can't see why.
" Are you going straight to work after arriving in Edinburgh?." I ask while getting my own precious coffee ready.
"No... 2 hours later. That's not right away." She smiles at me, her left dimple showing. Lucky.
"Okay, just asked cause you are already in your working suit." She looks professional, but still pretty. Mom never looked older than 28. Although she is 38. Her dark blue suit with the soft white dress shirt under doesn't make her look older. She can pull it off. She can pull a rotten potato sack off.
She finished her coffee and washed the mug before pitting in the 'kitchen' labeled box.
"The cases are still open. The evidence shows they are moving in the direction of Edinburgh. They are moving everything over here to my office. My old partner, well, since he seeks my help often, more like semi-partners?." She sighs.
" Sometimes it's hard being talented." I try not to laugh cause I know she honestly is that talented, and she hates the attention it brings. She doesn't like to do more work that aren't one of her cases.
" Is the case harder to solve this time?" I ask. Growing up around a famous detective causes you to ...like? Nah, that sounds like I'm a psycho.
Let's say I became INTERESTED in trying to find clues. Mom sometimes shares with me her solved cases and makes it like a game for me. She wanted to see if I saw what she saw and could solve it like she did. I sometimes do, in a way. Like the one with the 3 bodies in Bainbridge Island by Seattle USA, 2 woman, and 1 man. Hit over the head and bounded with ropes with unique types of knots. Which is where the first and most important clue came from to me. They were similar to the ones a sailor would do on their sails.
Some taught that it was a sailor, but to me, it seemed like a newbie. It was so uncoordinated and sloppy. Mom saw that too. From there, it was just looking into the victims and finding out one of them was connected in some way to the first victim. Someone saw him with his bit up old moron van picking her up in one of her 'spots'. Mom did her 'thing' whatever that was. Found out her name. Her fingerprints maybe?.
Anyways. That was how she did it. Me? I just looked for close places to the dump area and found out there were two places where sailors docked around the dates of the murders, but only one with a woker who's been there for only 6 months. That's how far I got. But mom said it was the right suspect, and if I were a detective, I could've just connected his fingerprints with the one they pulled from one of the victim's skin.

" It's not that it's hard. Evidence is there, but I just can't see why no one saw anyone along the roads dumping a body. It were busy areas. Not even on the cameras. " Huh, that actually is pretty weird.
" Did they mess with the cameras, maybe?" I asked. Just out of curiosity.
" No. That's what makes it harder right now. They are all fine. No cars going by, no woman running screaming or anyone hearing screams. It's just so quiet." Mom actually looks confused. That's a first.
" Well, no one was killed again yet, right? Maybe he took a break?" I hope.
The little laughter she gave was one of mocking. " No. Just looking for another that fits his 'style'." Well that wasn't creepy as fuck. Not at all. "What makes you think that mom?" I start moving the luggages with my mom towards the front door.
" There have been phonecalls made around the areas on the way to Edinburgh, saying some 'guy' tried to attack them. He was asking them what their blood type was. And they were all brunettes." She looked at her phone after it pinged.
" The moving truck drivers are gonna be here in 5. Put your bags with your documents on my car." I grabbed my grey Coach Outlet bag and went outside with mom to put it in the car.
" Hey mom, why do you think he asked about their blood type? " I asked, still waiting on her to finish the documentation.
" Don't fully know yet, he is draining them so, maybe he needs it for something? Health, or just...taste better?" Ewww. I felt a chill go down my spine. Mom herself gave a little shudder. Guess you wouldn't be human if that didn't affect you a bit.
" I just need to know what way he is moving. Can't be by car. No one saw or heard one. So maybe bicycling?". Mom was already by the gate opening for the moving man. They packed everything the past week. And the moving truck was left here at the house. Makes sense to me. Not doing everything in one day. Less messy. She walked back with the two drivers. Older man who seem to really like to have big beards. Damn. How they eat?
After finishing with explaining where to go, putting it in the GPS for them.
Mom get in the car with me and wait for the movers to drive out the gate and start to drive too.
" You know mom, maybe he is on foot?" Mom looks at me. Studies me a bit.
" What makes you think that Lillian?" Is she actually letting me give opinion on an active case?
" Well, how far in between is the murders?"
" Two days."
" Okay, that means he is moving slow right? The cities weren't far from each other." I start to think faster. Where would the victims most likely be in a busy city looking for clients?
" True. Seems like I'm losing my touch here." She smiles a little.
Starting to think mom is getting tired of her job. I would be too after 15 years of the things she sees.
" You are still the best mom." I tell her. Giving her a little smile.
" I know that sweetheart." She winks at me. I laugh a little. Her ego is big, but she still a nice lady.
"Now back to what you are saying. How do you think he is doing it?" She ask me. The GPS says we are 40 minutes away already. Wow. We need to talk more in the car. Time moves faster it seems.
" Well, if I were a night lady in a busy city, even at night, I would look for a place where people wouldn't look into it. Like the backalleys." Mom is starting to think. I can see. Her eyes are looking foggy. You know like, when people is daydreaming.
" Okay. That explains why we can't fully see him. But doesn't explain how we can't track his movements." She questions.
Hmm, true. Where can someone move that no one will see.
I just got a shiver and started to grin.
" I know that look Lilly. What you got?" Moms soft voice is back. And she is smiling. " You figured it out, didn't you?" Mom asks me.
" The sewage." I didn't even have time to finish before more was calling someone.
" Call Armstrong." The car starts ringing before someone picks up.
" Hey Foresta. How's the moving going?" Thats Mark Armstrong, mom's first partner in the field. Have met him before, really nice man. Big too. But not in a fat way, in a 6 foot 3, tree trunks for arms and legs way. Blond, which helps soften him out I think. Looks wise.
" I'll be to the house in 5 minutes. Meet me there. I...Lilly got some news to share on our case. See you in a bit." She hung up. Well that was.. rude. But he must be used to it, so I won't say anything. Not like I would before.
We start turning into a drive way and I gotta say. Holy mother fucking donuts!! That's the new house?!
Well, maybe moving won't be so bad.