Detective Kaine Mikealson stood alongside his partner, Owen Hayes, as the forensic team checks over the body. There was a caution tape stretched against the complex buildings as officers block most of the entry away from civilians.
He was kneeling next to the older gentleman that looked over the murder victim once more before turning his calculated gaze towards the partners. "She the same as the others were, broken and bruised wrist, strangled marks around the neck, and all her belongings are still in order. She makes the fourth murder victim in the last two months. " He cursed while they took away the body ignoring channel 13's news anchor, Debra Hunter.
"Kaine! Detective Kaine Mikealson, if I can ask you a few questions about the recent murders as of lately?!" She spoke over the bodies pushing her way towards the yellow tape with a camera operator not far behind.
Owen chuckled throwing an amused look over his shoulder before following the medics from the crime scene; Kaine scowled towards his partner before following behind him. "Wait, I still have questions about the Love Murders!" called out Debra only to be ignored by Kaine once again.
Catching his shoulder only for him to shrug her off, but Debra has never been one to give up after rejection. "So you're just going to ignore me now, Kaine, after all, we've been through?" Debra yelled after him.
Barely gave her a backward glance as he continued onward to his car. Hurrying after him leaning against the driver door batting her lashes at him just like how she did when they were kids.
"What, Debra, I don't have time for whatever this." motioning towards her "is so either you move away from my door, or I'll just move you myself."
"C' mon Kaine, I'm not like these other reporters, we have a history together, how about we head over to Daves for a drink, like before?" She purred, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Kaine cast a dark look her way before creating distance between them speaking firm. "This is a murder investigation, and I won't have you sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, Debra." Stated finally before starting the engine.
"Love Murders, is that the name the news has given for the victims?" Kaine cursed muttering to himself, driving off.
She huffed clutching the microphone at hand while her cameraman, Jack, came running behind her. "Well, that could have gone better, I suppose." Debra tsked.
"I bet he would have answered if you hadn't -" Jack started only for the words to die in his mouth when he saw the look on Debra's face.
"Nevermind." Jack walk back towards the van his hands in the air in surrender, leaving Debra to stew.
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Elye sat stoically at the letter that ended up on her desk for the 'Dear Olive' columns. It was from her co-worker, Lindsey Dunbar, and she was on sports columns with three other co-workers. Not to mention that Lindsey was Nick's younger cousin, the owner, and her boss of the paper. It gave Lindsey certain privileges that even Haven didn't have since she was dating Nick.
They never really got along about anything that had to do with the newspaper, but that didn't stop them from getting the work done either. Shuddered at the last heated argument that Elye and Lindsey had about which column should go first.
'Why would she write a letter to me?' She thought.
She is glancing over towards where she would usually sit only to find it vacant of the constant glares and disapproving glances.
' Dear Olive,
I don't know why I'm even writing this letter to you since you work at the paper and this will be out there for all in town to see but, I need you to help me about my marriage and my family. I've done something truly immoral from my husband. Our marriage hasn't been well since my mother and brother moved in with us. Since my husband has been, distant, till one night, I followed him to this sinful club. To see my husband face converted to pleasure by what that woman was doing to him, while others stood around, watching and cheering on.'
There were dry tear stains along with the paper as it seems to go into detail after that. I could feel Lindsey guilt of what she had done, the anger for her family, and the desire for more of what she had seen in that club.
"Elye, Mr. Deacon wants to speak to you in his office," she could hear the sounds of two voices arguing in the background of Miss Kingsbury's view. "now."
'Ugh Haven tells me you didn't...' Elye groaned inwardly hiding the letter in her purse before leaving the office towards were other reporters kept staring at the closed door that led to Bedlam.
Stopping at Miss Kingsbury's small office to see a lip pucker brunette throwing a dark look at the door, arms crossed waiting for her. "So how bad is it this time?"
"Oh, the usual, he isn't paying too much attention to her, only to worry about the paper like he is supposed to, but I guess I would understand if I didn't have my husband waiting at home for me," Kingsbury stated, leaving me with that.
Elye bit her tongue about commenting on Kingsbury to suck some lemons more than she already does, opening the door to see Haven and Nick Deacon in another heat exchanger. They were both red in the face over something small.
"You wanted to see me, Nick," keeping his gaze on Haven before letting her in the office. "Could you please tell your cousin that I don't have time for her to be a child throwing a tantrum over nonsense?" Waving his hands up in the air leaning back in his chair as if he's giving up on the argument. Again.
"You see, Elye," Haven motioned to Nick "he doesn't even bother to fight me on anything anymore, I'm done, for good this time!" Not bothering to give me a chance to control the situation storming out of the office.
Miss Kingsbury stood at the door, her usual sour expression turned pale as she kept fumbling with her hands. "Mr. Deacon, I'm afraid I have terrible news," her lips quivered before she continued. " Mrs. Dunbar has been found dead."