Ally's Revenge (Part 1 complete, Part 2 in progress)

Chapter 6

*Picture: Google Image search, Amber Heard as Kristen*

Chapter 6

Ally

"We missed you last night!" says Kristen, as she checks her compact to see if her lip-gloss is still shiny.

This is how I have started my Friday mornings, every Friday morning for the past several months. Kristen pretending she missed me, me pretending I will try to make the next outing, knowing damn well I have no intention of going anywhere with her. Like I said, she is a sweet girl, maybe too sweet, but I'm just not going to spend all day working with, and all night babysitting, my intern.

"I know, I'm sorry, maybe next time?" I put as much sincerity as I can in my apology.

"You say that every week. One of these days you're going to miss Mr. Right because you were too much of a hermit to go anywhere!"

I do laugh although I am trying very hard to be serious. Changing the subject.....

"Did you go by photo? Josh was going to rush the development for me; he said it would be ready this morning."

"O-M-G! I totes forgot!" she giggles and acts as though she can't see my frustration building, or maybe she doesn't care. After all, I interrupted her makeup touch up.

"Kristen..."

"I'm going right now."

I have peace for a moment, and I enjoy every second of it. I still can't get this latest case out of my head no matter what I try. This is the kind of case that careers are made from. The detectives on the scene dismissed it as a murder suicide, but under closer observation, the blood splatter doesn't match the scenario they've put together. It appears there was a third person in that room which means we've missed something somehow.

I begin going back over all the evidence, pictures of the scene and bodies, waiting on the pictures Kristen is supposed to be picking up, which is basically a blown up version of the blood splatter photos. I would prefer to go to the scene but it has already been wiped clean since the arriving officers initially said it was not a homicide and since it happened almost a month and a half ago. It has taken me almost two weeks to get the extra time I need for this case approved, mainly because I don't have the respect my male co-workers automatically get. All I have to do is prove there was a third person in that house and they will re-open the case.

Kristen arrives back with what looks like a rolled up poster. As I am opening it, it looks like a cross between a kids airbrush art and, well, blood.

Kristen begins talking about her night and I tune her out, interrupting her every so often to ask for a hand here, or to add an evidence marker there, all the while running her mouth the entire time. After about 2 hours of this, I think I see what I've been searching for. The woman, or shooter, was 5 feet 3 inches, and weighed about 180 pounds. The blood that came from the husbands' head shot had sprayed up on the wall in an arch, behind where she supposedly stood to shoot him. Since she was standing in front of the wall, her body blocked most of the spray. But, even at the perfect angle, since the man's body appears to have been kneeling at the time he was shot, the blood spray is arched up almost a foot higher than our shooter. This could happen only a few ways: one, she was standing on a stool or step when she shot him, or two, there was someone standing behind the woman. Since there was no step or stool found by the bodies, and the deceased can't clean up a crime scene, that has to mean there was someone else in that house that day. And it was someone over six feet tall.

This is why I love my job! Now I just have to prove my theory.

"Kristen, I'm going to need you to pull everything we have on the Owens case. Stop everything else, this gets top priority."