Devil Don't Cry

Chapter One

   The phone was ringing underneath my pillow. I winced softly as I peeled my eyes open. I slowly sat up in my bed with my elbow resting underneath me. I took a deep breath while I closed my eyes again, not being able to really able to keep them open. I pulled my phone from underneath my pillow and answered the phone. "Hello?" I answered with my voice groggy from just waking up.
"We got a case," my boss, Chief Vincent Kendall, greeted his reason for calling at four o'clock in the morning.
I rolled my dark green eyes and hung up the phone once I got the address I am supposed to show up to up. I put my phone on the dresser and then I pulled the covers from my legs. I placed my bare feet on the carpet and started to get ready for my day. I ran my fingers through my long, dark brown hair and looked at myself in the mirror. I huffed softly. I was one of the youngest to ever make detective. I worked so hard for what I have, but it seemed that I was trapped in a life that I hardly recognized as my own.
After finding the strength to get myself showered and dressed, I arrived at the crime scene. I walked through the front door of the blue house where a bunch of cops were taking statements. I found myself in the living room where there was a body laying there down on the white carpet that was stained with a pile of dry blood. One would think of all the cases I had solved, I would be used to seeing all the gruesome discoveries. I glanced over at the forensic scientist, Eliza, who was hovering over the body. "What do we have?" I asked Eliza.
Eliza looked up at me and smiled. "It looks like our vic suffered blunt forced trauma to the back of head, but the cause of death is most likely from this puncture wound. Something skinny, extremely sharp and long enough to puncture a lung. From the discoloration of her lips and skin, it seems that she was struggling for air well before she took her last breath."
"Slow and deadly, do you think perhaps this would be out of jealousy, passion?"
"It's definitely possible. She is wearing a wedding ring."
I glanced around as I noticed there wasn't a significant other weeping. "Yes and where is Diana Richards's other half?"
Another Detective, Anthony Wales, came up to me. "He, David Richards, hasn't been returning any calls. I'm going to head to his office and see if he is there," Anthony stated.
"I'll go with you. Call us if you find anything new," I told Eliza before walking out of the victim's house and towards my car.
Anthony looked over at me while I was sitting in front of a red light. I glanced over at him as it seemed like he wanted to talk about something. I smiled softly. "Spill it," I tell him.
Anthony chuckled a bit. "Nothing, it's just we haven't really been in the same place together since..." Anthony trailed off.
I softly giggled while I had flash backs of a couple of days ago when it was late at night. Just the two of us alone in the alleyway outside Lucky's Bar. I gingerly presses on the gas when the light turned green. I started to feel a little bad. "Tony, it's not that I didn't enjoy myself, because I did. Trust me," I gently paused with a smile reappearing on my face, "but if I'm honest, I think we were both just drunk and lonely. I mean you just went through a break up and me, I'm just working constantly."
"Ari, It's alright. I get it, but," Tony said as he brushed his hand up against mine, "I want you to know that it was more than a rebound for me. I do genuinely care about you," Anthony said.
I could feel my cheeks turning a little pink. "Good to know," I say with a smile and turned onto the side street on the left to arrive at  law office.
I parked in front of a building that had David Richards's name on the door. I climbed out of the driver's s seat after I turned the car off. I went up to the door and placed my hand on the door handle and pulled it. The door jingled as it appeared to be locked. I glanced over at Anthony who was peaking in the windows. His eyes widened. "Ari," Anthony called my name.
I inched closer and peaked in to see what he was looking at. I noticed dark brown shoes and pant legs poking out from the side of the desk. His ankles were showing and by the discoloration of the skin, it was safe to say he has been here for a while. No wonder why he wasn't answering his phone. I walked back towards the door. "Recludo," I whispered.
The sound of the lock disconnecting in the door made me open it after a second. I walked inside and made my way around the desk and towards the victim. There was blood all around his neck. I suspected that maybe David Richards was killed by the same killer. I gazed up at the corners of the room to see if there was any cameras that might have caught what happened. I shook my head when I realized there wasn't any. I went over to the laptop while Anthony was calling this in. My gut was telling me that there had to be something on the computer. A clue maybe. I noticed David's wallet on the ground. It was opened and there seemed to be some sort of business card that slipped out. I held my hair back a bit while I kneeled down. Enigma, I read the card. I had never heard of it before.
Anthony came up to me. "Did you find anything?"
"There is no phone on his person. Just this card," I say while I put on some gloves and picked it up. I looked in the back to see a lip imprint in a maroon color and a phone number.
"Oh yeah, that's the night club that had just opened up. We should go some time?" Anthony slid into the conversation.
I stood back up and put it in a evidence bag. I smiled at him. "Maybe when this case is over," I tell him.
I noticed Eliza walk through the door and came up to us. "So, back at the house we had found that some blood underneath the victim's nails that was caused by defending herself. I will know a little bit more when I'm back at the lab," Eliza informed us.
The gears in my head were turning. "Here," I handed her the bag with the night club card in it. "See if you can trace up any DNA from the lipstick and see if it matches anyone of the victims," Anthony told Eliza before I had the chance too.
"Now that both the husband and the wife are dead we should scout the neighborhood and see if anyone had seen anything," I strongly suggested.
To cover more ground, Tony had taken the neighborhood David Richards's office was in and I had taken the one close to the home. About all of the neighbors had said that they were a nice couple who kept to their own. A house directly next to the victim's had said that they been fighting recently. I glanced up at the middle aged woman. "You wouldn't happen to hear if the fight was do to an affair, would you?"
The woman shook her head. "No, nothing like that. Although, most of the fights were about David going to that new nightclub that had opened up recently. Maybe there was one starting?"
"Thank you, Mrs. Patrick. If there is any more information that you can provide, please give me a call," I told her with a smile as I handed her my card.
"Will do," Mrs. Patrick stated.
After some more door knocking, I met with Anthony back in the station. I folded my arms over my chest as I leaned back in my chair. We had discussed our findings. Supposedly there was some sighting of a blond haired woman who came to visit David Richards's office frequently after hours. "Were we finally able to get into the computer that was at the office?" I asked Anthony.
Eliza came over to us with a green neon clipboard attached to her arm. "I was able to find something," Eliza said as she detached a file from the clipboard and handed it to me. "I was able to go through his email. There was some serious bad mojo between him and the Mrs," Eliza stated. "David was talking to a divorce lawyer."
"Mrs. Patrick from next store did complain about how they were always fighting. With David going to Enigma and having this woman come over to his office, you think they met there?" I brought up the question.
"It's possible, I just wished we know where David phone is," Tony said as he gently grabbed the file from my hands to skim through it.
"Regardless, lets get phone records from for the cellphones and his office. If we can prove that the number on the back of the card matches, then at least we have a lead of knowing who this mystery woman is," I say while standing up from my desk to do exactly that.
          After some digging and comparing, it was seen that the number that was found to be called multiple times back and forth between this mystery woman and David Richards. I didn't think Eliza wouldn't be able to pick up anything from the lipstick mark on the card, but it was a clue couldn't be ignored. The phone number belonged to a Josie Walter. Anthony came up to me. "It looks like Josie works at Enigma as a waitress. The owner had claimed that she has been working the night of the murders."
"This is a new club with lots of people. It would have been easy for her to come in and out without being seen. Especially if...." I trailed as a lightbulb went off in my head. I looked over at the map of the city that was on the bulletin board in front of me. I went over to it. Locating the two locations of the murder and then at the new nightclub. "It's directly in the middle from the house and David's office."
I went over to my desk and grabbed my keys to head out of the precinct.