Chapter 7

Amara sat on the couch and turned on the tv. She was sure that it would be on the morning headlines. Amara leaned back on the sofa with a broad smile on her face and comfortably watched the news.

"Good morning, this is Sanja Rashid, reporting for News Flash Morning. It's a great shock for the whole town. Three in the morning today, Judge Rodney Muller was found dead and mutilated inside a hotel room. We decided not to take any pictures of the crime scene or his body because of the gruesome nature. According to the hotel staff that assisted him, Judge Muller arrived with a sexy and beautiful woman around forty years younger than him."

Amara smiled with content, just as she expected. She set up everything, for that female reported to be the first on the scene. Because she knew Sanja would not hold back any information she has. Just like him.

"Great work, lady. Great work." Amara said while smiling in front of the television.

Because of the excellent news, Amara's appetite increased. She is pleased by the results of her efforts—time for her day job. She grabbed her phone on the center table and called her wealthiest customer.

"Hey, Bruce. Miss me?"

After the phone call, Amara took a bath and changed to her sexiest dress. She only wore natural makeup, just like Bruce wanted. He's the kind of man who wants to see the true beauty of a woman, not covered in too much makeup.

Bruce is a single man with multimillions in his bank accounts and properties in different cities. He's in his early thirties, and it looks like he's not ready to settle down. All he wants is to work, be more affluent than he already is, and be with different women.

"You are a sight for sore eyes." Bruce greeted Amara when she arrived at The Royale, the most expensive hotel in the country.

"Hey, babe."

"You ready to party?"

"Hell, yeah."

Amara and Bruce entered the hotel. Every woman is looking at Amara with envy in their eyes. Why not? She's with a handsome bachelor, looks like a walking castle. Everything about Bruce screams of wealth.

Bruce took Amara into the rooftop slash helipad. The music was deafening, as well as the screams of the party people. This is Bruce's way of relaxing. He wants people enjoying themselves around him while he drinks. Amara joined him many times as he revels in the corner of a party.

"Bruce, why haven't you married?" Amara asked him out of nowhere.

"I haven't found the woman who could make me think of settling down."

Amara smiled, Bruce may be a womanizer, but he's not a criminal. She investigated him, and he never lay a finger on a woman, not unless they want to. Besides, she enjoys his company.

"You, you're so beautiful. I will never believe you if you tell me that you don't have suitors."

"Oh, I have suitors. But I haven't found the man who could make trust completely."

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Detective Marvin Sullivan, a seasoned detective famous for his excellent track record. He's been revered by everyone until Salazar Simmon died. Then pretty soon after, another renowned personality was murdered.

This has never happened before. Their city has its flaws, like other cities. Crime happens but not like this. Especially not committed by a woman. Sullivan feels like the killer is intentionally leaving a trail of evidence.

"This case is more complicated than I thought." Fred, Sullivan's friend, and co-worker said.

"I know, man. I've been scratching my brains out on this one."

"Well, what do you think these two cases have in common?"

"Let's see, both were famous individuals killed by a woman."

"You're missing the most important thing. They were both alleged sex offenders. I mean, have you seen Carter's documentaries about Simmons' victims? There were too many to ignore. Judge Muller, may his soul rest in peace, but everybody knows who he is. Everyone is just ignoring."

"What are you saying? This woman is a vigilante? Killing men who escaped justice for their heinous crimes?"

"I'm saying she's killing men who have wronged so many women in their lives. You know, if I was assigned to this case, I'm not going to waste any effort trying to find this woman."

"Are you serious?"

"Hey, man. I'm just saying. This woman is doing the world a favor. Now, the world is two scumbags less. For me, she's a hero."

"Shut your mouth, Fred. People could hear you."

"Fine, fine. Just saying."

Sullivan couldn't believe what his friend just said, but he also understands why he said it. Judge Rodney Muller has been rumored to be a sex offender for as long as he can remember. Nobody batted an eye, everybody secretly believed, but no one was willing to do anything.

He sat on his recliner quietly after Fred left. Some witnesses saw the woman who killed the judge, but there were no fingerprints. Her face has been posted as a wanted criminal, but they haven't received anything. It's either people haven't really seen their suspect, or nobody wants to turn her in.

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"Hey, Carter. Another Simmons victim, and Muller's."

"Send them in. Thanks, Betty."

Bartholomew Carter has been working nonstop interviewing victims of both Simmons and Muller. He did some good old reporter work and investigated Judge Rodney Muller. Collecting all the names of his past secretary and talking to them.

"Good morning, ladies. Please, have a seat." Carter greeted the women that entered his office. "I'm Bartholomew Carter."

"Uhm, I'm Tessa." The taller woman answered.

"Nicole, I was Muller's secretary three years ago."

"Okay, I'd like to ask your permission. We will not do anything, and I will not ask you anything without your permission." The two ladies nodded. "My cameraman, Neilson, will set up a camera right there. We will film this interview."

Tessa and Nicole nodded again. Even though they looked afraid, the determination in their eyes to finally speak their truth. Two women, who only wanted to have a better future for themselves and their families. Women who just wanted to stand for themselves and be independent.

The more Bartholomew interview Simmons and Muller's victims, the more becomes dedicated on bringing out the truth. While they tell their traumatic experiences, the tears in their eyes break his heart into a million pieces. He made a vow to continue his work as long as he can, no matter the cost is.