Moving On

Chapter 1

Jen was awoken from a deep sleep by the sound of her phone ringing next to her. She glanced at her clock and saw it was only 6:30 a.m. Who could be calling this hour of the morning? She thought to herself reaching to grab the phone.

“Hello.” She said still half asleep.

“Jen, this is Frost, we had a murder last night can you get over there?

“Sure, where at?”

“1500 Block of Popular.”

“Be there in half an hour.”

Jen swung her legs to the edge of the bed and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes then put her feet on the cold floor and went to grab some cloths throwing on a pair of black jeans and her shirt she usually wore when she worked on case. She grabbed her keys and headed to her SUV and checked to be sure she had the things she needed in the trunk before setting out to the crime scene.

When she pulled up she saw Vetter and Hicks were already there standing near the body. She got out of her SUV and grabbed her things out of the back and walked over to Sean.

“What happened here?” she asked kneeling down next to the body.

“Got fucking shot about a dozen times.” Sean said lighting a cigarette.

“Looks like a drug deal gone bad.” Demetrius added.

“Drive by maybe?” Jen asked.

“Looks like one hell of a drive by.” Sean added taking a drag off his cigarette.

Jen looked over the body and found 12 bullet holes from a high powered automatic gun. He probably died not long after being shot. She searched his pockets and found his wallet handing it to Sean, then pulled a bag of something out of his left front pocket.

“Looks like crack maybe.” She said examining the contents in the bag. She gave it to Sean and he looked at it also.

“Fucking crack head.” He mumbled under his breath. “If he’s the dealer there is bound to more shit in the house or his car.”

When Jen had handed him the bag she noticed his wedding band missing of his finger. Strange she thought. He always had it on. She would maybe ask him about it later, now was not the time. She watched as Sean and Demetrius walked into the house of the dead man on the lawn.

When they went in they found the place had been ransacked. Furniture over turned, drawers in the kitchen emptied out, cabinets opened and everything pulled out. The rest of the house was the same, the bed overturned and mattress ripped open.

“Sean man, I don’t think there is anything left here, whoever was in on this, took it all.”

“You might be right” Sean told him.