The station was alive with activity. There was a seventh girl out there, and officers were going over the clues they had found on the other six girls with a fine-tooth comb. Not finding anything, of course; this was his masterpiece, tailored to me. The door to the Chief’s office always filled me with dread. It was never a good thing to be called there, and I hated to go in. As Petra opened the door I saw his face covered in smoke, his hands in his hair as he chewed on a cigar while looking over a file. I expected him to be angry, but he also seemed on edge. He looked up as we entered

“Care to tell me what the fuck has happened?” he shouted as he threw the file in our direction. Petra dodged and looked calmly over at the Police Chief.

“Everything he said in the interrogation is in the file.” She spoke calmly as she sat down in the seat, and I quickly sat down next to her.  

  The cigar in the Chief’s mouth made circles as he chewed on it feverishly. “How the hell is it possible that he took a seventh victim and we didn’t know about it?” he asked, his eyes spitting fire.

Petra shrugged. “We got what we could from him within the interrogation rules we had to abide by. We could have gotten more out of him if we had tortured him a little.”

I looked over at Petra, I couldn’t believe she was saying this; she was an angel, and as far as I knew they didn’t believe in torture.

She noticed I was watching her and said, “What? It’s the truth.” All I could do was shake my head. Before the Chief could say a thing Petra had stood up and was walking to the door of his office.

“Agent, sit your ass down. I am not done yet,” he shouted after her.

She stopped as she reached the door and grasped the handle. “Yes, we are ready. The longer we sit here talking about bygones, the less time we have to actually do something and save this girl.” She spoke calmly, but I could hear the anger in her voice.

“Now you listen here—”

Before the Chief could finish his sentence Petra had crossed the room and had her hand on his throat. “No, you listen to me, you pathetic little worm. I know that you humans love to spend their time talking about things; I’d rather go out there and get to work. I would love to sit here and discuss every option with you, on how you could scratch your ass without getting up, but I am a police officer and I want to find this girl before she is dead. Now you can either suspend me from the force or run a missing person check for Favored girls over the last five months.” Perhaps she had gone too far, but she was right; humans loved to discuss options and ways of doing things before actually doing them. It had frustrated me when I was still a cop.

She pushed him back in his seat and walked out of the office. “Tara,” was all she said, letting me know I had to come with her.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I rushed after her.

“The morgue.”  

Next Chapter: The morgue