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 18, which means letter R.

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: Quiet Start from A: Anna



We waited for the waitress to refill our coffee cups, and I ordered a slice of apple pie. She brought it over fairly quickly, and didn’t even scowl at me this time.

Johnny took a sip of his coffee then leaned back in his chair, waiting for me to begin.

I didn’t know what he was expecting. My mind was racing – could he really know that I’d killed people? I doubted even his skills could figure that out.

β€œThere’s a serial killer,” I said, testing the water.

He nodded. β€œYeah, I saw on the news.”

β€œCapinski and I are working the case.”

β€œThat was Capinski earlier?” He said,

β€œYeah,” I said, taking a bite of pie. β€œHe-”

Johnny cut me off. β€œWait a minute,” he said, and leaned forward, arms on the table. β€œYour partner, Capinski, is working a serial killer case with you. Presumably the same case you had the tip line call about.”

I nodded.

β€œHe called in a tip for his own case?” Johnny frowned. β€œThat doesn’t make sense.”

β€œIt does if he’s the serial killer,” I said. I watched Johnny’s face carefully, trying to see what kind of reaction he would have.

All I got from him was a raised eyebrow.

Eventually he said, β€œYou think your partner is killing women?”

I nodded. β€œThey all look exactly like his ex-girlfriend. It was a rough breakup for him.”

That got a 2 raised eyebrow reaction. β€œWow,” he said. β€œThat’s… wow.”

I let him think about things for a moment while I finished my pie. It was the first thing I’d eaten in a while, and I saw Johnny smirk at me wolfing it down.

β€œWhy would he call in a tip about someone he killed,” he asked.

β€œWe’re working on that right now,” I said, hoping the lie was simple enough that he wouldn’t questions it. β€œWell, I mean I’m working on it. I guess he already knows why he did it.”

Shut up, I thought to myself.

β€œAnyway, the thought around the station is that she escaped or did something he didn’t like,” I said, and shrugged wishing I had more pie to stop myself talking.

β€œSo you’re pretending to be into him so you can get close and catch him?” Johnny said, slowly.

β€œYeah, not the greatest plan I know,” I said, and stood up. β€œAnd I really should be going so I can prepare to meet him in the morning.” Opening up about a case to Johnny was making me feel weird, I needed to get out of there before I said something I couldn’t talk my way out of.

β€œBe careful,” he said, frowning at me.

β€œI will,” I said over my shoulder as I headed to the door.

It was only when I stood outside that I remembered I’d come in a cab. I cursed to myself then heard footsteps behind me. Johnny picked up the tracking device from the plant pot, walked over and carefully pushed it into my pocket.

β€œDon’t forget about this,” he said. His fingers lingered on my pocket edge a little longer than necessary.

Was he flirting with me? My brain didn’t know what to do. But I took too long to figure it out and the moment past.

Johnny took a step back, his thumbs hooked in his jean pockets. β€œI’ll have your phone ready tomorrow,” he said.

Next Chapter: Surprise

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