Seventeen

Jones POV:

It was just five minutes to the end of our, I and Kara's, shift. No lies, she still had the same command she always did on me. I couldn't really place why she could manipulate my mood with just the way she twitched her head or the way she curled her lips. She would tease me till the end of work each day, only to continue the next day. She is quite a resource. An indispensable detective, first by me. Ninety percent of cases we walked separately on were cracked at great speed but together, our head was halfway out of the game.

I tipped my phone, tossing it as my anxiousness whirled up inside me. I recalculated my plans again. It first started as a manhunt, the hatred piled up all those years wanting to unleash themselves in all the cruel means I had picked along the line. My work had brought me closer to psychopaths, one of which is the poetic killer. His works were the beauty of art and blood stained to