Jack plotted the downfall of his pretty detective, and smiled. So Megan believed she could go on a date with Keith and have it go uninterrupted. No way, Jack thought. But what could he do? Perhaps send her a spine-tingling note while she was eating. Or even have one of the restaurant employees tell her she had a phone call and he be on the other end of the line. The possibilities were endless. But nothing quite as good as his next idea. His smile grew wider.
"What's that smile all about?" Eris asked, watching the master in the rear view mirror while she drove.
"Just thinking about what I have in store for the lovely Megan."
"And what have you decided?"
"You'll just have to wait and see like everyone else."
* * *
Keith pulled onto the road where the restaurant was, only to find red and blue lights blazing from the top of several police cars.
"I wonder what's going on."
"I have no idea." Megan said as she glanced down at her phone to see if anyone had called her about a homicide. "But whatever it is can not be good if there are this many police cars."
Keith pulled over into the only available parking space, and they both opened their doors and hopped out, meeting the chilly air that had lingered every night for the past week like it always did before the coldest season of the year hit.
Keith ambled over to Megan's side, and saw the look of resignation on her face. They both knew if there was a dead body, that it would be one that Jack had left for her. Especially if Jack knew she was going to be with Keith. He'd always been jealous of the other men in her life.
"Everything will be alright Megan. Trust me. Jack will make a mistake and then we'll have him." Megan nodded, and Keith put his hand to the small of her back to get her moving.
They crossed the road, and headed for a young rookie that looked paler than a vampire who hadn't fed in a couple of days. Megan held her badge up and said, "Megan Handelvar, Psycops. What's happened?"
"Ask the captain." The young cop said, pointing to a fifty-something man who screamed in charge. "He can give you all the grisly details."
"Grisly?" Keith said as they headed in the direction of the uniformed man with dark hair greying at the sides. They passed the rowdy crowd of onlookers who looked on unappreciatively. If at all. As any dead body that had Jack's signature all over it wasn't easy to gaze down on without tossing your cookies. His style of psycho was even worse than that of the well known serial killers. "That really doesn't sound good."
"What did you expect?" Megan asked, her voice betraying her. She felt sorry for the young officer. "He's a rookie scared out of his wits at what is most likely his first homicide."
When they reached the yellow and black DO NOT CROSS tape, they ducked underneath it and came to a halt when they heard a deep, angry voice from someone in front of them.
"Who the hell are you?" The captain demanded as he approached. "And just what do you think you're doing inside my crime scene?"
Megan exhaled in annoyance. Great. This was just what she needed. A crabby captain pissed at her because he thought she was there to take over his big case. She tugged on her badge, sliding it up and over her head, and held it out to the irate man. He snatched it from her hand, and glanced down it loathingly.
"Psycops huh? I didn't call for the spook squad." He told them, first looking at Megan and then Keith with hostility. "And who is the boy wonder with you?"
"Keith Gillette, her amazing psychic sidekick." He held out his hand towards the captain, who chose to ignore it. "So now that we've introduced ourselves, and seeing as we're here what do you have?"
The captain, Charles Davies -- as his badge read -- sighed and then he told them. "It's a body wrapped in linen bandages soaked by blood."