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This time, it was a brunette, a graying brunette, decomposing on the outskirts of Miami. Bitemarks and bruises surrounded her body, as well as a face of horror. The last face she ever made before she died.

Her name was Sakura Whittaker. Her mother is Japanese, and her father is a typical American man with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her parents and younger siblings are at the crime scene, crying. Two policemen holding them back from seeing their daughter in such a position.

The crime scene was brutal. It was more than I thought. Judea ran off throwing up, and I even shed a tear. It was disgusting. Her throat was slit, and she was raped multiple times. The culprit ensured not to cum anywhere near or on her, so we couldn't get DNA. An analysis crew took pictures, yellow tape all over, people looking, and dried blood.

Gabriel was unphased, doing his job perfectly. I couldn't see at times because every time I looked at the girl, I'd feel my eyes sting with tears. Theodore, though, was in his element, asking questions, going around the scene. He even touched the girl (with gloves on). When he touched the girl, it was like he could see somewhat of what happened to her.

It was like he was supernatural. It goes without saying I have my own conspiracy theories about him. I've seen too many unnatural things from Theodore. His eyes, his teeth, his strength, and other strange abilities.

The hotel had garlic bread, and guess what? Theodore couldn't stand it so much his nose started running, and he left for his room. I know I sound crazy, and I know I'm practically saying that Theodore might be a Vampire.

But he might.

My Mom also told me that everything with a name has been here before. My Mom's superstitions have been ingrained in my head. She says things like karma are spirits. That's why people say may goodness follow me.

Because it's a spirit.

Oh my god. Stephanie...are you ok? Do you really want to be like your mother? Please retract everything you said and focus on your job and how you might get laid for the first time in years after this.

I squeezed my eyes shut and sighed, walking toward Theodore. "Have you found anything?"

Theodore frowned, looking hard at work. He chuckled. "He's fucking good."

"So..." I dragged out. "You have nothing."

"Don't insult me." He glared at me. "I have him right where I want him."

"Then catch him," I pleaded. "Look at what he did to her,"

He glanced at me. "He's not going to kill another person. Not where he is. You need to find him. That is your assignment. I will stop him before he kills another person, and if I do, you'll remain an intern."

I furrowed my brows. "What?" I shook my head. "People's lives are on the line. And you use this to test me?"

"Don't question my abilities." Theodore took a step closer to me, towering over me. "I know how to do my job. Now prove you can do yours."

"You can't be fucking serious." I crossed my arms.

"Deadly." He responded, looking over things. "This is easy, Lewis. Use your brain. He's close to us. So close."

I looked around us. It could be anyone. "He works in this area of profession despite living in a secluded area of Miami." I whispered.

"Exactly, Lewis." Theodore smirked. "Judea isn't going to be good at anything but behind the scenes working, and I don't like Gabriel."

I sighed, looking around once more. He's close by. He's close. "What are you, Theodore?" I whispered.

He smirked, showing off his...fangs for a split second; it was like a hallucination. "Whatever do you mean?" He chuckled at my speechlessness and walked away. I know that wasn't a hallucination. It couldn't have been.

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We went back to the hotel hours later. Gabriel helped Judea to her room because she couldn't stop throwing up, and Theodore and I went back to our room. I was still wondering who the killer could be. I was pacing as Theodore calmly sat on the bed, reading Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky.

I groaned. "How can you sit here and read such a complex book without worrying about anything? I mean, how can you even focus on what you're reading?"

Theodore placed his book down and sighed. "I've been solving murders since I was twenty-one, and I'm a genus."

I ignored him. "It doesn't bother you. Seeing her dead at such a young age?"

He sighed. "Of course it does. It bothers me, but I've never been one to cry. It just never came to me. I always just wanted to make things better, solving, coming to a conclusion. It never helps to feel sad or angry. It doesn't do anything. Just remain calm and think, solve."

I smiled. "When you're not full of yourself, you sound very wise."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm waiting for the day you sound like you have common sense."

I scoffed. "Ok, whatever."

"Oh, by the way," his hand slipped onto my waist, and I noticed he was suddenly behind me. "I dealt with your mother's bullshit. You need to find a way to get her to stop. It's ridiculous."

"What she do?" I asked, looking up at him, feeling no longer intimidated.

He asked me to be his fuckbuddy not too long ago. Oh my god.

"Called a whole swat team, Lewis."

I groaned, covering my face as his other hand came around me too. "I don't know what to do with her."

He chuckled, his mouth latched against my neck, and I bit my lip. "You need to move out."

"I can't," I whispered, moving my ass against his hardened dick. "She'll bother me and the police even more."

My pussy throbbed as he grabbed my tits. I turned around and tried to kiss him, but he held my neck and smirked. "Solve the case." He whispered before pulling away and jumping back on the bed.

"Are you fucking with me?"

Theodore smirked. "Not yet, Lewis,"

I scoffed. "Fuck you." I spat.

"Patience," he hummed.

I threw a pillow at him, but he caught it and laughed. "When'd you get those?" He asked, looking at my tits through the flimsy nightdress. He was talking about my nipple piercings.

I sighed, smiling a bit. "I–well, I saw an old picture of my Mom and Dad when they were happy together. I could see the piercing imprint on her bikini. She doesn't have them anymore, or any of her other piercings. I wanted to replicate a time where my mother was her true self."

I thought he was going to make fun of me, but instead, he nodded. "My mother got her piercings because of my father."

I smiled. "Your mother and aunt are so beautiful!"

Theodore rolled his eyes. "I'll make sure to let them know." He mumbled. I beamed, sitting down on the bed and getting ready to sleep. "What are you doing?" He asked.

I furrowed my brows. "Sleeping?"

"Come closer, don't act all shy now."

I gaped at him. "Theodore...?"

"That's my name," he said as he pulled me closer. "Your body's so squishy and warm and comfortable," He murmured, snuggling me like a teddy bear.

"Thanks?" I whispered back.

"You're...welcome," he slurred, falling asleep.

It might have been the cutest thing I've ever heard from a grown-ass man, let alone Theodore Trancy, the world's most bitter and best detective.

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