Addison woke with a start. She lifted her head and a piece of paper was stuck to her forehead. She took it off, remembering that she was writing down her theories and evidence that could link to them. What was the connection between the killer and the mothers? Why did the killer involve the children? Who was the killer? So many thoughts ran through her mind, she ended up falling asleep.
All the files from The Silent Killer case were scattered all over the table. The pictures were place on top of the table and the autopsies were lying on the floor.
She tidied up her table and put all the case files together. She took her wine glass into the kitchen and headed to her bedroom to go back to sleep. Addison got into bed and placed her phone on charge on her bedside table. The time flashed up, just past three. She pulled the covers over her shoulders and closed her eyes, until the doorbell rang.
Addison opened her eyes and glanced at her phone, waiting for something else to happen, even expecting someone to call her; whoever was knocking on her door. She closed her eyes, but the doorbell rang again.
She got out of bed and headed to the front door. She peeked through the spy hole but couldn’t see anyone outside. She bolted the door and went into her living room, sitting down on her sofa. She ran her hands through her hair. The doorbell went again.
“For fuck sake,” she muttered as she got up. She headed for the door again and this time she opened it up. No one was there. She glanced up and down the street, not a soul in sight, but she noticed a piece of paper that was flapping gently in the wind under the wiper of her car. She quickly ran over in bare feet, grabbing the paper from her car and running back. She closed her door behind her, bolting it and then she read the paper.
“Madison Reed, I’m coming for you.”
She covered her mouth with her hands. Someone had used her birth name and it scared the shit out of her. She ran into her bedroom and grabbed her phone. Could this be from the killer? If so, he knows who she is.
“Fletch, I’m sorry for calling you this late. I really need you right now. Could you come over?” Addison asked. Fletcher could hear the desperation in her voice. She could hear him moving around.
“Give me 5,” he said and hung up.
Addison sat in the corner of her room on the floor. Her hands were shaking violently as she gripped hold of her phone tightly and waited.
He finally turned up and knocked on her door. She tiptoed to the front door and peeped through the spy hole. She opened the door to let him inside. She felt immediately safe.
“Mind telling me what’s going on?” He said, crossing his arms over his chest. She handed over the piece of paper and he looked at it. He looked back at her, “what’s this?” He asked.
“You might want to sit down.” Addison told him. He followed her into her living room and sat down on the sofa. He went to speak but Addison cut him off. “Before you say anything, please, just listen.”
“You better make it worth my time right now.” He said.
“My birth name is Madison Reed,” she started.
“You mean Alan Reed’s daughter?” Fletcher sat forward taking an interest now.
“Yes, and obviously he is the one who was responsible for The Silent Killer murders. Including me as a witness,” she explained. He watched as she stroked the scar on her wrist and suddenly everything made sense.
“You think this is a copycat killer don’t you,”
“Yeah, I do believe so, everything is pointing in that direction. I don’t want to tell Robert about my history, but I do think we need to bring The Silent Killer case to his attention.”
“Not only that, you are being threatened now. The killer knows who you are.” Fletcher added.
“I’m not sure if this is the killer. Alan is in prison where I put him. He killed my mother and many other women and children. This is just a reminder of that day.” She showed him the scar, which looked a lot bigger up close.
“What happened to you after this all happened?”
“I went into foster care. I was a victim, so it wasn’t hard for people to feel sorry for me and I was taken in very quickly. When I turned 18 years old, I changed my name legally and joined the police training academy. I had to work so hard to get where I am now and nothing got in my way, until now. My past is coming back to haunt me.” Addison almost sobbed. She put her hand over her mouth and held it back.
“I won’t say anything to Robert but sooner or later, this needs to come out.”
“I know and I will tell him as soon as it’s the right time. I promise.”
He nodded over to the box sitting down the side of the coffee table, “is that the case file for The Silent Killer?” Addison nodded. “Let’s get it together and bring it to Robert.” Addison nodded again. He picked up the stash of photos and opened the box, he noticed a young photo of Addison when she was a teen. He placed them into the box followed by the case files and statements. There is one thing Fletcher knew, she trusted him.
“Would you stay the night; I would feel so much safer if you did. I mean, if you have someone to go home to, I understand.” Addison asked. Her heart thumping so loud, hoping he would say yes. He strolled over and pulled her into his arms. She was surprised.
“Thank you Fletch,”
“Would you mind telling me the whole story?” He asked. She nodded. She knew talking about the case, about what happened to her, might bring some clues to their attention. If this is a copycat killer, there will be something within her story. He grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her to the sofa. They both sat down, and she closed her eyes, remembering back to that day. It was as if it was still fresh on her mind.
“I was fifteen at the time. My mum and dad argued a lot, I was a typical teen who thought their parents were about to divorce. My mum thought he was having an affair, she suspected for a long time, but she never confronted him about it. One night, she dragged me out with her. We arrived at a woman’s house and she told me to wait in the car. She looked through the window.” Addison started while stroking her scar. Fletcher put his hand on her thigh.
“You don’t have to tell me; I shouldn’t have asked.” Fletcher told her.
“I want to, it will help me to talk about it. It will also help our case.” She said. He nodded for her to continue.
“I was sat in the car and I saw mum run back. She was so white, I expected to see her burst into tears; but she didn’t. I saw fear in her eyes. She drove back home, rather quickly and I started to worry about her. We got home and she ran upstairs so I followed her up, she had dragged our luggage cases out. She started packing all of our clothes, hers and mine.” Addison glanced up and Fletcher was watching her. He was close.
“Alan, I mean dad, he came home. I heard him stomping so hard on the stairs as he came up. He had a knife in his hand, a big one. Mum started calling him the silent killer, I remember it being all over the news and I was stunned. I moved back as they shouted, into the corner, and suddenly she dropped to the floor. She was right, he was the silent killer. She was covered in blood, I wanted to go to her, but I feared him. He came to me. I thought he was going to kill me next.” She continued rubbing the scar, getting quicker and quicker. She was relieved when he spoke next.
“He cut your wrist.”
“He said to me that we were bound by blood and that we will meet again. They were his last words before I saw him being dragged out of the room and someone was in front of me. Every part of me went numb. The last time I saw him was in court.” Addison finished.
“You should get some rest and when tomorrow comes; we will sort this out. We won’t tell Robert about you yet, but we will bring the case to his attention. I will help you.” Fletcher assured her. She nodded and got up, she headed to her bedroom and heard him moving around in the living room. She came back with blankets and pillows for him.
“You are my only friend, thank you for coming. I didn’t know who else I could turn to.” Addison confessed.
“Addison, rely on me from now on.” Fletcher said. She nodded and watched him get comfy on the small sofa.
“Good night Addison.”
She nodded and went back to her bedroom. She finally climbed in and sleep came quickly. After talking about her past, she didn’t realise how much it was weighing on her shoulders.