The story so far:
Father Preston waited in a lime green room, as a gaurd fiddled with the keys from the other side of the door. Behind the officer stood an omnious man, mid twenties, wearing a faded orange jumpsuit. The door soon opened, and both walked into the room. The gaurd turned, closing the door, as the inmate took a seat opposite the priest.
"It's been a century since my last confession, padre" Sanchez smiled briefly. "But thanks for coming to try..."
"The lord finds no humor for you, today, miquel" Father Preston retorted, "Nor do I. I am here because of the murders. We need to speak seriously."
"I'm already convicted for a murder, man" Miquel slammed his hands down on the table. "I don't know **** about anyone elses problems"
The father pushed up his glasses, leaning forward. "Oh, I think you do know something about other, dirty secrets of my straying flock."
Miquel's neck began to pulse, and sweat began to bead down the tattoo across his neck.
I sat in my office. I kept thinking of my visions. About the messages left by the killer on his victims. About Paige. Why is this my burden? Could my daughter be next? What is the connection?
My trance of lost thoughts were interrupted by Mertha knocking on the door.
"I'm heading home, now" Mertha half smiled. "Are you okay, Dr.Davis?"
"yes, Mertha. I'm gonna wrap it up here, and head home." I rubbed by temples.
"I'll see you in the morning. I hope Paige feels better."
I smiled at her for a moment, standing as she left. I filled my thermos cup with the last of the coffee, and straightened up my desk. I stopped on the way out, turning off my light. I could use a drink. I texted Franco and told him I would be on my way home soon. By the time I had sat in my car, he had returned the message with a call.
"Hey babe" Franco sounded cheery "did you want me to meet you?"
"No. I'm fine. I just want to sort through the day. Is Paige okay?"
"Yeah, she's napping." Franco said as he walked ito the kitchen. "I suppose I could postpone my world class chili for a little while, until you get home."
"Thanks, Franco" I smiled, as my stomach knotted up. "I wont be too long. I'll call you on the way home"
I soon found my way to a dive bar that I knew. Even as close to the strip as it was, the underground parking garage beneath the outlet was still free after 5pm.
I walked into Clyde's Irish Pub, and found a quiet spot in back. Soon as was alone with my thoughts, and my cosmopolitan. Again my mind was plagued by the messages. I half-screamed as a hand touched my shoulder. Half the bar noticed, the other half didn't even flinch.
"Fancy meeting you here" a man's voice said as, I collected my heart back into my chest, and turned to llok at him.
"Detective Martin" I managed as I spilled a sip or two of my drink, trying to steady my glass back on the table.
"Adara. Are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you." He comforted.
"It's been quite a week" I was steady now.
"Mind if I join you?"
"That's fine. But I'm not going to be here to long, Detective"
"Hey, hey...what gives?" He sat across from me, and lit a cigarette. "I know that I'm your Ex and all, but you can still call me Alex"
I almost laughed. Alex Martin was a smooth man. His hazel eyes twinkled from underneath his dirty blonde hair. He was fit, but not full of himself. I soon found comfort in the way we could always talk, It was nice. The time had passed too long since last I saw him. A good husband, maybe. A good father, perhaps. Still the same cologne after all these years.
"It's a shame our marriage went the way it did, ya know?" He finished his beer. "But we were young... immature"
"I know. Mistakes were made. We had a lot of growing up to do"
"How is Paige?" Alex smiled, "And the new guy, Franco, is it?"
"Paige is doing well. As well as any other fourteen year old hormone filled girl I'd guess. And Franco and I are okay."
We both stood up. His smile to my response left nothing else to say, and I didn't feel like going that far into my life with anyone today. He hugged me, and we went our seperate ways.
I pulled up into my driveway, and suddenly had the most terrible feeling wash over me. I hurried to my door, and unlocked it. I ran into the kitchen, and saw food laid out to cook. No one was there.
"Franco. Paige!" I cried out, as my breath began to shorten, and my heart raced.
My phone rang, and I caught myself from pissing myself.
"Hey babe, you on the way home, yet? I had to get some last minute ingredients for my chili."
"I just got home" my voice was shaking. I forgot to call. Is Paige with you?"
"No. She's home. She was up ih her room last I saw. On the Net"
I hurried around the corner and up the stairs. I went to her room, knocking on the door. "Open up, Paige"
"She's not responding, Franco" I fought from crying.
"She can't be napping again" He wondered. "I'm on the way...."
I dropped the phone and screamed as I opened up her door.
"Adara! Adara!!!" Franco shouted at the phone.
My tears welled out of me, as I hit my knees. Paige's window was open, and a struggle looked like it had just occured. Her IM box chimed on her PC. A message popped up on the screen. It began to repeat over and over again.
"Thou shall honor thy father and mother...or die"
The screen went black.