Noticed (Secret Diary Of A Serial Killer)

This month I’m taking part in the A-Z Challenge! Which means I’ll be writing 26 posts (on set days through the month) each one corresponding to a letter of the alphabet. Today is day 14, which means letter N.

My theme for the month is: Secret Diary Of A Serial Killer. Each post will be a new chapter in the story – I’m really excited to finally get this novel idea out of my head and into words. I hope you enjoy it! πŸ™‚

Previous Chapter: Motive Start from A: Anna

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Noticed

The moment the doors closed Capinski was on me, pushing me against the wall. My hand reached for my gun but before I could draw it, he kissed me.

It was the briefest moment – his lips touching mine, then he was across the elevator pressing against the far wall.

I left my hand resting on my gun.

β€œWhat was that?” My voice an angry whisper.

β€œI’m sorry,” he said. Something flashed across his face; he was a mix of emotions. β€œI’m sorry. I-” He shook his head not knowing what to say.

I pointedly looked at the camera in the corner of the elevator then said, β€œOutside?”

He nodded.

My own emotions were tumbling around as we walked across the station, through the doors and into the parking lot. Capinski went to the far corner, away from cameras and out of earshot.

I leaned against the wall, looking casual but my body was so tense. Ready for whatever he was going to do.

When he didn’t speak, I raised an eyebrow. β€œI know you’ve been killing the women,” I said.

His face was back to it’s usual restfulness, not giving anything away.

β€œAnd I know it was you who called the tip line. You who moved Anna’s body.” I lowered my voice to a whisper, β€œI know you saw me.”

He nodded once.

β€œEverything you’ve done the past 24 hours has pointed to you being pissed off. That you wanted me caught, or to pin it all on me,” I said. β€œBut then you kiss me? What game are you playing?”

He ran a hand through his hair. I could tell he was choosing his words carefully.

β€œI did see you, in the forest,” he said. β€œIt was pure accident. I was out there…” he paused and put his hands in his pockets. β€œYou made me have to choose a different location.”

β€œWhich made you angry,” I said, prompting him to continue.

He nodded. β€œNot at first,” he said. β€œAt first I was curious who was out to do the same thing that I was. I parked my truck further away then walked back to get a closer look. There was a light on in one of the cabins so I went to check that out while you were posing her.”

I relaxed a little. He hadn’t been following me the whole time, it was just a weird coincidence.

β€œThat’s how I found her name,” Capinski said. β€œHer I.D. was on the kitchen counter. I could tell you’d be coming back to clean up so I didn’t look around too much. I hid outside until you came back and that’s when I saw your face.”

I smiled. β€œQuite a shock, huh?”

He laughed. β€œYeah!” His laugh died down and his face became more serious. β€œBut then I went to see the body and realised you were a copycat. I thought you were trying to pin it on me, to leave some evidence behind pointing to me because you’d already figured out I was the killer.”

β€œOh,” I said. β€œNo, it wasn’t like that at all.”

Ok it was a little bit like that, I thought to myself. Except I didn’t know he was the killer, but I definitely was trying to pin it on him.

He nodded. β€œI got angry at first and wanted to make you pay, but after we spent the day working the case I realised you didn’t have any clue that it was me. Well, until now.”

β€œSo the kiss was…” I let the question hang in the air.

He smiled. β€œI finally realised you were copying my work as a compliment! You didn’t want to pin it on me, you wanted to be like me.”

Oh boy, I thought to myself.

Next Chapter: Oversight


Motive (Secret Diary Of A Serial Killer)

This month I’m taking part in the A-Z Challenge! Which means I’ll be writing 26 posts (on set days through the month) each one corresponding to a letter of the alphabet. Today is day 13, which means letter MΒ – the midway point!

My theme for the month is: Secret Diary Of A Serial Killer. Each post will be a new chapter in the story – I’m really excited to finally get this novel idea out of my head and into words. I hope you enjoy it! πŸ™‚

Previous Chapter: Liar Start from A: Anna

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Motive

Capinski drove to pick up take out, while I waited at the station for Carly to do the autopsy.

It didn’t take long for the food to arrive and we both ate in silence, each at our own desks. I tried not to glance his way too much, but kept him in view from the corner of my eye. He didn’t look my way once.

Mid way through my 3rd egg roll Capinski got a call. He listened to the caller, then hung up without saying a word.

β€œWe’re needed downstairs,” he said to me, before pushing the last bite of a dumpling in his mouth.

I let him walk ahead of me. Even riding in the elevator I stood slightly behind him, and then followed him down the hall. He didn’t show any sign of worry that I was at his back, and I started to doubt I had even heard his voice on the recording – is this really how a killer acts?

Yes, I said to myself. I act just as normal around him and I kill all the time.

Carly was writing on a chart as we made our way closer to the table, Capinski hanging further back – away from Carly, I realised.

β€œWhat did you need to show us?” I said.

The mute Capinski leaned against the door frame.

β€œTime of death indicates she was killed the same night as Anna Barlow, but earlier in the evening,” said Carly.

β€œCome and look,” I said to Capinski, hoping my tone wasn’t too teasing.

The look he shot me said otherwise.

β€œI found lacerations on Anna’s feet,” Carly continued. β€œLike she’d been walking, or running, on something sharp.”

I stayed silent.

β€œThis victim doesn’t have that, nor do any of the other women,” Carly said. β€œMaybe Anna was dumped differently because she escaped? Just a hypothesis, of course.”

β€œMaybe,” I said.

She handed me a file.

β€œThis must be strange for you,” I said, pointing to the body.

β€œHow so?” She frowned at me.

She really didn’t see the resemblance between the victims and herself, I realised.

β€œOh, just dealing with so many victims from one killer,” I said.

She shrugged.

β€œThat’s the preliminary findings from Anna Barlow’s autopsy,” she said, pointing to the file in my hand. β€œI’ll have the latest victim’s file to you as soon as possible.”

β€œThanks,” I said, and heard the door close behind Capinski before I could even turn around.

I caught up with him waiting for the elevator to arrive. After a long silence the doors opened and we both stepped inside. I pressed the button for our floor.

β€œSo, you know,” he said, looking straight ahead.

β€œYeah,” I said, watching the doors roll closed.

Next Chapter: Noticed


Liar (Secret Diary Of A Serial Killer)

This month I’m taking part in the A-Z Challenge! Which means I’ll be writing 26 posts (on set days through the month) each one corresponding to a letter of the alphabet. Today is day 12, which means letter L.

My theme for the month is: Secret Diary Of A Serial Killer. Each post will be a new chapter in the story – I’m really excited to finally get this novel idea out of my head and into words. I hope you enjoy it! πŸ™‚

Previous Chapter: Killer Start from A: Anna

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Liar

β€œYou still there?” Johnny said.

β€œI have to go,” I said.

β€œWait! Do you know who-”

I ended the call, cutting him off mid-sentence. I breathed out slowly, and turned to face Capinski. He raised an eyebrow.

β€œJust…my Dad,” I said, putting the phone back in my pocket. β€œLet’s get through the rest of these stores.”

None of the shop owners or staff remembered seeing Anna. I was pretty certain she’d been in some of their shops, but dying her hair and cutting it to match the other victims seemed to be enough to fool everyone’s memory.

Capinski got a text. β€œThey found another body,” he said.

I watched his expression, trying to see if he might give anything away for this new body being his kill rather than mine. He didn’t look any different than normal.

β€œI’ll follow you,” I said, and smiled to myself that I really would be following his every move from now on.

We drove out towards the forest where I’d killed and left Anna’s body, but instead of turning left towards the cabins, we drove straight for another 2 miles.

I began to wonder when and where Capinski had seen me with Anna. Had he been planning to abduct her but caught me doing it instead? He’d obviously seen me leave her body in the forest, and then moved her body after I left, but did he know before then?

We turned onto a dirt road that led to an area of cabins that was occupied year round.

Risky, I thought to myself. For him to dump a body out here with so many potential witnesses.

We both parked as close as the extra police cars would allow us – the scene was swarming with uniformed officers, crime scene techs, and the coroners van was parked further up the dirt road.

β€œHey Carly,” I said, as I ducked under some crime scene tape and made my way towards where I presumed the body was.

β€œHey,” she said, sounding puzzled.

β€œWhat’s wrong?” I looked around to see where Capinski was, and noticed he was back near the coroner’s van talking to some officers.

β€œI’ll do more tests to be sure of exact time of death,” Carly said, standing up. β€œBut it seems she was killed the same night as Anna Barlow.”

β€œInteresting,” I said.

My mind started to wander – had he first seen me and Anna when he was out to dump his own body? I turned away from Carly, so she didn’t see me trying to suppress a laugh.

Next Chapter: Motive


Killer (Secret Diary Of A Serial Killer)

This month I’m taking part in the A-Z Challenge! Which means I’ll be writing 26 posts (on set days through the month) each one corresponding to a letter of the alphabet. Today is day 11, which means letter K.

My theme for the month is: Secret Diary Of A Serial Killer. Each post will be a new chapter in the story – I’m really excited to finally get this novel idea out of my head and into words. I hope you enjoy it! πŸ™‚

Previous Chapter: Johnny Start from A: Anna

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Killer

I arranged to meet Johnny at the Sunrise Diner again in a few hours. He gave me a disposable cell to use while he worked on mine, so I called the station to see if we had any leads to follow. The desk clerk transferred me.

Capinski picked up on the 2nd ring. β€œGet anything useful from your source?”

β€œUnfortunately not,” I said. β€œHow about you? Anything come up about Anna Barlow?”

β€œThere are 87 Anna Barlows in the state. They’re working on it to narrow it down. Meet me on Main Street and we’ll see if any of the businesses recognise her picture.” He hung up before I could answer.

Main Street was where I first saw Anna, and where I bumped into her in a coffee shop. I crossed my fingers the owner wouldn’t recognise her picture, and prepared myself to deal with him in case he did.

Capinski was coming out of a flower shop as I parked my car. He walked over and handed a copy of Anna’s picture to me.

β€œYou want to take that side and I’ll take this one?” I said, trying to keep him away from the coffee shop.

β€œNo, let’s stick together in case we find anything,” he said.

Three shops stood between us and the coffee shop. I took a deep breath to steady myself and followed him down the street.

Each store was as uneventful as the last. Finally we came to the coffee shop, I could see the owner serving behind the counter and felt my fingers flex and fist instinctively.

Capinski went ahead and cut in line. I flashed my badge to the customers before anyone got irate.

β€œHave you seen this woman?” Capinski asked the owner.

He took the photo and looked at it, more closely than the other stores had. I could hear my heart beating steady, my pulse calm as I took a mental count of the people in the store, and my hand resting on my gun just in case. Getting a new name and starting fresh wouldn’t be the worst thing I’ve had to do.

β€œNo,” the owner finally said, handing the picture back.

β€œYou’re sure?” Capinski said.

β€œAs sure as I can be,” said the owner.

I relaxed my hand off my holster and thanked the owner for his time.

β€œNext?” I said to Capinski.

We had visited about 3/4 of the stores when the cell Johnny gave me started to buzz in my pocket.

β€œJust a minute,” I said to Capinski.

β€œNew phone?” He said.

I nodded and walked a few feet away for some privacy.

β€œYou got something?” I said, knowing it would be Johnny.

β€œHey,” he said. β€œI’m still working some magic on the phone, but I got your voice call cleaned up. Want to hear it?”

β€œGreat! Yeah,” I said, smiling.

β€œOk, here goes.” There was a slight scuffle of movement then the recording played.

β€œThe dead girl’s name is Anna Barlow,” Capinski’s voice said through my phone.

Next Chapter: Liar


Johnny (Secret Diary Of A Serial Killer)

This month I’m taking part in the A-Z Challenge! Which means I’ll be writing 26 posts (on set days through the month) each one corresponding to a letter of the alphabet. Today is day 10, which means letter J.

My theme for the month is: Secret Diary Of A Serial Killer. Each post will be a new chapter in the story – I’m really excited to finally get this novel idea out of my head and into words. I hope you enjoy it! πŸ™‚

Previous Chapter: Impatient Start from A: Anna

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Johnny

I left Capinski at the station to call around about Anna, telling him I had a confidential informant I wanted to check in on. In reality I wanted to meet with my tech guy, Johnny, to give him the anonymous call, and my phone to check out.

Leaving the phone in the glove box of my car – out of hearing range – I used a pay phone at the corner to call Johnny. It went straight to voice mail, he never picks up.

β€œUsual place. It’s urgent,” I said, then hung up.

The drive to the Sunrise Diner always frustrates me, hitting every stoplight on red with crazy long wait times. I asked Johnny once if he hacked the system to delay me arriving so he’d get there first. He said no, but I’m not sure I believed him. I have no idea where he actually lives – he could be 5 minutes away, or 45 for all I knew – and that’s how he likes it. I could look him up and ask around at the station, but I know he could also do serious digging on me, so we have a mutual understanding to leave things mysterious.

When I finally arrived at the diner I could see Johnny sitting in a corner booth and I waved through the window. He waved back, smiling.

I made my way inside and over to the table. He always looks so normal, you wouldn’t imagine he was breaking cyber laws on a daily basis, and is damn good at it. He ran a hand through his hair. His tanned skin was a few shades lighter than his hair, which was cut short but slightly scruffy like he’d just taken off a hat.

β€œHey,” he said to me, then waved over a waitress.

I cringed. β€œYou know they hate it when you do that here,” I said, smiling as I sat down across from him.

He grinned.

β€œYes?” Said a very stern sounding waitress behind me.

β€œCoffee?” Johnny said to me.

β€œSure,” I said, turning to face the waitress. Trying to give her my best smile. β€œCoffee sounds great!”

β€œMmhmm,” she said and went to pour me a cup.

I shook my head at Johnny and he laughed.

β€œSo what can I do for the enchanting Delaney Myers?” He said.

I waited while the waitress put my coffee on the table, saying a quick thanks before she walked out of hearing range.

β€œI need you to get the real voice from this altered voice message,” I said and pushed the thumb drive across the table to him.

He shrugged. β€œNo problem. You said you need it urgently?”

β€œYeah. It’s,” I stopped, not sure how much to tell him. β€œIt’s an anonymous tip call, I need to know who phoned it in.”

I waited for any kind of reaction. We’d never talked about my day job and I always assumed he wouldn’t take too kindly to me being law enforcement because of what he does.

But all he said was, β€œOk.”

β€œThat’s it?” I said.

He shrugged again, the faded design on his t-shirt rippling over creases as he moved.

β€œOk,” I said.

He leaned forward and put his arms on the table. I leaned forward too.

β€œWhat we do here,” he moved his fingers to point between the two of us, β€œWould screw both of us if anyone found out, so I know you’re not playing me.”

β€œHow did you find out?” I said, leaning back.

β€œI saw you on the news!” He said, grinning. β€œIt was weird, I felt kind of proud of you. As if my help had guided you to victory.”

I laughed. β€œYou’re in no way a father figure.”

β€œDamn straight,” he said, leaning back in his chair, grinning.

β€œBefore we get completely off business,” I said. β€œThere’s a second part in my car.”

He raised an eyebrow.

As I explained what had happened with my phone – leaving out the part about dead bodies – his smile grew. He loves taking on an adversary, instead of grunt work like the anonymous tip clean up.

β€œLead the way,” he said, motioning to the parking lot.

Next Chapter: Killer