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LEDET LOOKED OVER AT the alarm clock and was surprised to see that it was going on five o’clock in the morning. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept past four. This case had been the only thing on his mind lately.
He walked into the kitchen and started the coffee pot before heading to the shower. After showering and getting dressed for the day, he walked outside to get the morning paper. He may as well enjoy a cup of coffee here and catch up on the news before heading into the office.
As he walked outside, he noticed the morning sky. There was still a hint of gray, bordering on purple, mixed with hints of pinks and oranges. If he stayed out a little while longer, he might witness an actual sunrise. But he didn’t have time to linger, so he walked back into the house with the paper under his arm.
He poured himself a cup of coffee and settled at the kitchen table. He pulled the paper from its weather resistant bag and unfolded it in front of him.
The story on the front page caught his attention, and he saw red. He felt his blood pressure rising. There on the front page was a picture of Detective Grace Hutcherson as she walked the latest crime scene.
New Orleans Police Department Detective Claims to have a Psychic Link to Serial Killer
New Orleans, Louisiana – Murder bathes the bayous and streets of New Orleans once more with the blood of innocent young women. To date, local authorities won’t comment for fear their investigations will be harmed. This serial killer has been terrorizing young women here in New Orleans for over eight months now, and police officials are still no closer to solving this crime.
A reliable source came forth stating that one of the detectives working on the case indeed claims that she has a psychic link to the killer. Even with her powerful link, they have very few leads, almost none to be exact. From what we have ascertained, the New Orleans Police Department is unable to gather any useful information on the case; therefore, leaving the detectives working on the case stumped and at their wits end. What is more disheartening is the fact that no one has asked the state or federal authorities for help. Pleas from the general public and the victims’ families to find this killer seem to fall on deaf ears.
Ledet slammed his fists down on the table, “Son of a bitch!” He stood quickly and sent the chair crashing to the floor. Rage burned hot throughout his body. He looked for anything to turn his rage on but stopped himself before he punched a hole in the kitchen wall.
He took a few deep breaths until the red hot anger coursing through his veins smoldered to dying embers. When he felt calm and could trust himself not to punch the reporter in the face for not checking with him before publishing such nonsense, he picked up his keys and headed for his car.