The Savior

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Chapter 5

I nearly had to crawl out of bed this morning to get to work. It took me until 4 to finish the test and by the time the high from the kill was gone, it was 6 am. I took a quick shower, a shot of energy drink and prepared myself for the day. I was walking into the building when I noticed the loud commotion going on in the lobby. It was a large group of reporters standing in front of the steps that led to the elevator. Cory stood at the top, Martha by his side. I stopped, adjusting my purse. That’s when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw Sam’s name popping up. I raised an eyebrow as I answered it. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Any chance your FBI agent have blonde hair and a nice suit?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“He’s on the news right now.” Turning left, I saw the row of TV station cameras around the corner.

“Shit. Gotta go.” I hung up and looked at Cory.

“My name is Cory Bowen. I am a special agent from the FBI and I am focused on bringing this so called ‘Savior’ to justice. We have a list of possible victims who have all been contacted. We have no witnesses to confirm a description of the killer, but we believe it is a woman between the ages of 35 and 50. She is trained in either a medical or science field, possibly both. She has probably served as a nurse or military agent. This woman is extremely dangerous but only to those she feels has wronged their children. If you are seen in the media in any form and are a past offender of child abuse, please be on your guard. Lock your doors and windows. Make sure you are never home alone at night. Always keep a phone with you at all times.” A woman up front raised her hand. “Yes?”

“Is it true that there are no suspects at this time?” she asked, a microphone in her hand.

“Yes. There are no leads at this time. That is why it is important to stay safe. We are working side by side with the Child Protective Services of California in hopes of pinpointing where the suspect is getting their information about the victims and who may be next.” A man a few rows back raised his hand.

“Why is the Savior only targeting famous teen moms?”

“We believe it’s because they are sending a bad message out to teen mothers around the country. It’s to prove a point and get a message across to them. Sort of like a real life Public Service Announcement.” Nice. I’m gonna start saying that. At least he understands why I’m doing it.

“What will happen to the Savior if they are caught?”

“Well, the state of California has declared the death penalty will be reinstated for one day if the Savior is caught.” I felt a lump in my throat and my phone start going off again. I ignored it. “I will find the Savior and bring her to justice. No further questions.” He turned and led Martha towards the back elevators.

“Intense, huh?” Liza asked as I walked into the office. I slipped off my bag and slumped into my seat. I already had four frantic text messages from Sam about the press conference. He’s going to teach me tonight how to make sure nothing of mine even touches the crime scene. I nodded, looking at her. “It’s because of that Rogers girl getting killed last night.”

“She did?” Lisa rolled her eyes.

“Abby, get a TV!” She went to her computer and opened up a link. It showed the picture of young Kathy Rogers’ apartment was showed with police tape around it. Next to it was a picture of her and her twins. The one that hung on the wall in her room. “The Savior got her last night. I wish I knew who this chick was! I’d shake her hand. It’s odd though. I mean we were just talking about this bitch yesterday. Now she’s dead. It’s like the superhero can read your mind, Abz.” I smiled panicking inside.

“Oh yeah. We’re on the same level.” She grinned as Cory walked into the office. The loud room kind of went quiet. Cynthia perked up. Snotty bitch. He held two cups in his hands; the coffee shops up the street logo was on the side of them.

“Have fun.” Liza whispered. I kicked her under my desk as Cory smiled and waved me over. Standing, I walked over to him.

“One medium hot cocoa, no whip cream.” He said, handing me one of the cups.

“Thanks. You didn’t have to, you know.” He shrugged.

“Working long hours without some kind of a perk up can be a bad idea. Besides, you are going out of your way to help me out. Even though I know Martha assigned you to it. C’mon.” He opened the door for me and together we walked towards the conference room. “So whatta got for me?”

“Well,” I opened up the door of the conference room and set my folder down. Opening it, I pulled out a thick stack of papers. “This is a list of all mothers in the area who are in our system under the age of 24.” I slapped the paper on the desk. He looked at me.

“How many?”

“145.” He whistled.

“Great.” I smiled, pulling out a piece of paper from the folder too.

“I also made a list of the high-risk girls. There are only 15 of them that fit the profile.” Handing him the paper, I took a sip of my hot cocoa. It felt good on my throat. I was thankful that tonight I’d be able to actually sleep. It was taking everything in me to not fall asleep right now.

“How did you know who to profile? I only released them this morning.” SHIT!

“I compared all of the past victims.” The words slipped out without me thinking. Am I that use to lying to people? He nodded, reading.

“This is incredible. At least now, it won’t be a wild goose chase to track down our potential victim. I’ll call the squads and tell them to have units out there tonight. I gotta go see all these girls now though.” He turned to walk out the door. Stopping, he looked at me. “Well?”

“Well what?” I asked.

“Coming?”

“With you?” He smiled.

“Yeah. You are my partner.”

“I thought I was more like an in house researching partner.” He shook his head.

“Are you kidding? It’s because of you that I have a list to look at. Come on. It’ll be fun.”

Of the list of 15, 4 girls had slammed the doors in our faces. 3 had taken our advice and a police officer in their home. 1 left state in general. The other seven all lived with their parents and refused to talk to us. Cory setup squad units at their houses any way to be sure. The girl on the top of our list, Hailey Trainer was on the girls who had slammed the door in our faces. I knew she would too. This was becoming too easy. It was like a lion telling its prey to season itself before he kills them. I just gave Cory a list of girls I knew had all changed like they were supposed to after their court hearings. I had no reason to go after these girls. They had behaved after getting caught unlike my victims.

By the time all the girls had been checked in on, it was nearly dusk. Cory pulled up in front of the CPS building as the sky was turning a slight shade of red and purple. I climbed out as he put it in drive and followed suite. Everyone was gone by now. Sam would be calling any second now asking me if I was still coming over for dinner. I yawned, stretching. “Well, today was productive.” I said. He nodded, sliding his sunglasses off.

“Yeah it was. I don’t think the Savior will strike tonight though. It’s against her pattern.” I raised an eyebrow.

“How so?”

“She usually waits a few days after an attack. She must have a social life outside of killing people.” He chuckled. I smiled. You are completely wrong, Agent Cory. “So, any plans tonight?” He asked. I shrugged.

“Just heading to a friend’s house for dinner. You?” He shook his head.

“The world of FBI work doesn’t give much time for gaining friends for a social life. Probably just dinner then heading back to my hotel.”

“Wanna come with me?” I heard myself say.

“To your friend’s?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you think they would mind?” I shook my head.

“Nah. He won’t care. C’mon. Just follow me in your truck.”

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