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Chapter 3 - The Meet

Eileen Daniels adjusted her blazer and checked her reflection in the mirror by the office elevator. It was a big day—her latest article on the psychology of serial killers had gone viral, amassing thousands of shares and landing her a front-page feature. She'd officially been offered a permanent position at the Daily Sentinel, her dream job.

But today wasn't just about celebrating her success. She was meeting Detective Caleb Whitaker; a seasoned police officer who had hinted he could provide exclusive details about an active investigation involving a suspected serial murderer. His cryptic email intrigued her, and Eileen had jumped at the chance to uncover more.

As she walked down the city streets toward their meeting spot—a quiet café tucked away in an old neighborhood—she felt the familiar thrill of chasing a story. Rain slicked the pavement, and the chill in the air nipped at her cheeks. Her phone buzzed with a message.

Caleb Whitaker: Running a bit late. Start without me. Sit near the back.

Eileen frowned, glancing up at the darkening sky. Something about the message unsettled her, but she brushed it off and continued. The café was dimly lit, with a warm glow from vintage lamps casting long shadows across the walls. She took a seat in the back corner as instructed, her notepad and recorder ready.

Minutes turned into a half-hour. The café door opened periodically, letting in gusts of cold air and hurried customers, but none of them were Caleb.

A strange sound broke her thoughts—a muffled scream. It came from the alley behind the café.

Her pulse quickened. Eileen hesitated, glancing toward the exit. She wasn't a detective, but curiosity burned in her chest. Pocketing her phone, she slipped out through the back door.

The alley was dark and narrow, the flickering streetlight casting erratic shadows. Eileen's heels clicked against the wet pavement as she walked cautiously forward. She spotted movement near a dumpster—a man slumped against the wall, his hand pressed to his side, blood pooling beneath him.

"Help…" he groaned, his voice weak.

Eileen froze, her breath hitching. "Oh my God! Hold on—I'll call an ambulance!"

Before she could reach for her phone, another figure emerged from the shadows. A man in a dark hoodie, a knife glinting in his hand. His face was obscured, but his movements were calculated, predatory.

"Stay back," Eileen said, her voice trembling.

The man tilted his head, as if considering her words, before lunging toward her. Eileen screamed and dodged, her adrenaline surging. She grabbed a metal trash lid from the ground and swung it wildly, the clang echoing through the alley.

"Run!" the injured man croaked, his voice hoarse.

Eileen didn't need to be told twice. She turned and sprinted toward the main street, her heart pounding. The attacker chased her, his footsteps heavy and relentless.

Bursting onto the sidewalk, Eileen collided with someone—a tall man in a leather jacket. She looked up and gasped.

"Detective Whitaker?"

"Eileen?" Caleb's sharp eyes scanned her pale face and then darted to the alley. He drew his gun in one fluid motion. "Get behind me."

The hooded man emerged, but upon seeing Caleb's weapon, he hesitated.

"Drop the knife," Caleb ordered his voice cold and commanding.

For a tense moment, the attacker stood still, weighing his options. Then he darted back into the alley, disappearing into the labyrinth of streets.

Caleb cursed under his breath and lowered his gun. "Are you okay?"

"I—I think so," Eileen stammered, her hands trembling. "But there's someone injured back there."

Together, they returned to the alley. The injured man was still conscious, though barely. Caleb called for backup, his voice calm but urgent. Within minutes, sirens wailed in the distance, and paramedics arrived to tend to the victim.

As the scene buzzed with activity, Caleb pulled Eileen aside. "You're lucky you weren't hurt. What were you doing back here?"

"I heard something and went to check," she admitted, feeling both foolish and exhilarated. "I didn't expect… any of this."

Caleb sighed, his expression softening. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. But next time, leave the chasing to people like me."