The wooden floor creaked loudly beneath his feet. He could smell the foul stench of blood. He looked around, noticing how there was no sign of a struggle. The killer was someone close to the victim, someone they trusted.
Stepping outside, Tyson removed his hat, running a hand through his hair. When he decided to become a Criminal Investigator, he knew what he was getting into.
He understood that he would see things that would give common people nightmares.
Three murders in a span of two weeks. His father used to say one is an incident, two is a coincidence and three is a pattern.
Whoever was doing this was not going to stop, there was going to be a next.
The ringing of his phone distracted him.
He sighed as he looked at the caller's ID.
Rebma D'logiram, he would make a kickass Criminal Investigator but maybe in the next seven to ten years. She was fresh out of college and was still too naive for her own good.
He knew why Dominic had paired her with him. She was quite the sight and he was hoping she was the kick to get him to settle down but she was barely 24 and he was almost 40.
Months flew past him, four more bodies to deal with in that period of time. He had discovered that victims had all gone to thesame highschool, EastVille high ten years ago. He had gone around asking their old colleagues about them. They might have spoken to each other in passing but they weren't a group of friends.
A knock on the door interrupted him from his thoughts.
"Mr Randall, I just came to tell you I'd be heading home soon". He nodded at Rebma, " Goodnight Rebma, see you tomorrow".
She turned around to leave but something caught his eye.
"That's a beautiful pendant, where did you get it".
Smiling sadly she said, "It was a gift from a friend, she gave it to me before she died".
"I'm sorry for your loss, was it recent?"
"No, she died ten years ago"
"Again I'm sorry".
A week later, they found another body, Kelvin Thompson, also a student of EastVille high.
He needed to solve this case before any one else dies. He went over the class of 2010 year book just like he had done a thousand times. Faces of the victims, no way of telling who was next then he noticed something, someone actually, a student with dark blonde hair, blue eyes and most importantly, she was wearing Rebma's pendant.
It had the same symbol as the silver bracelets one of the victims was wearing. He read the name, "Amber Marigold".
He grabbed his coat and hat and bolted out of there.
Rebma looked shocked to see him as she opened the door.
"Mr Randall, what are you doing here, it's my day off, did something happen?".
He brushed past her, entering her apartment.
"Why did you kill all those people, Rebma or should I say Amber".
The shock was gone as fast as it came from her face, "I don't know what you're talking about but I think you should go"
"Lily Anderson, Tommy Watson, Abram Porter, Kelvin Thompson, you're familiar with thile case so I don't think I need to go on".
Grabbing her by the shirt, he screamed at her, "Why Rebma, why?"
She started laughing bitterly, "You want to know why, you really want to know, because they killed me first".
"I wasn't the most popular kid back then, I was ignored but it didn't matter because I'd be done with high school and move on with my life but Senior year, Lily thought it would be so funny to run an experiment, bring in different people from all ranks of highschool, the head cheerleader, star player, the invisible girl, the smartest kid and so on. We were ten altogether. I didn't want to go but I had never been invited for anything in my life so I went. No one knew about the gathering, we were drinking and just being stupid when I slipped and fell into her pool. I was drowning and they were all laughing. I was dying and no one helped me. I went into a coma, I woke up three year ago, so I got a plastic surgery, spelt my name backwards, forged some documents joined the police department because no one ever suspect the gorgeous police officer".
She stared at Tyson, "You're going to arrest me now aren't you?". He couldn't find the words. He had eat, drank and worked with this woman for three years now and he didn't suspect a thing.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw her grab a knife, "I'm not going to jail" and with that she stabbed herself in the neck.
He watched her fall to the ground with one thought. "The beautiful ones are always the crazy ones".