Part 2 of the story continues. What happened to Carly
Amanda panics and gets dressed so quickly that she runs out of the hotel without her shoes on and gets to the lobby.
“We have to get to the university,” she says, crying. I can’t lose her, I feel like I’m going to throw up.”
“He must have been watching us at the bar. How else would he have seen she was with us,” says Morgan.
“I have to keep you safe, and I’ll call in a mobile command unit to meet us at the university.”
He calls it in as they jump in his car, racing through traffic and red lights he gets to the university.
Amanda jumps out and runs towards Carlys room.
“Wait for me, for christ sake will you,” shouts Morgan.
Amanda, refusing to listen, desperate to see what’s happened to her friend, heads to her room and opens it with her key, only to see Carly sitting there on her laptop.
“So, you dirty little stop out, how was it last night?” Carly asks.
Amanda cries tears of relief, running up to her and cuddling her so hard that Carly nearly loses her breath.
“I thought I had lost you,” she says.
“What the fuck are you talking about you nutter?” Says Carly confused.
“Where’s your phone, Carly?” Morgan asks.
“Honestly have no fucking clue. I had it last night in the cab, then I remember being all woosy, the cab driver helping me into my room, and then I don’t remember a thing.”
“Next time, you wait for me to check over the scene!” Morgan growls to Amanda.
“This could have been much worse and I wouldn’t have wanted you running into something you can’t get out of your head.”
“Listen, we fucked one night, it doesn’t give you the right to tell me what I can and can’t do” she barks right back. “She is my best friend, my sister, and I had to find out if she was ok.”
She storms out, walking towards her own door, noticing it was open she calls Morgan over.
“Stand back while I just check it’s clear,” he says, concerned.
He goes in, checks, and gives it the all clear.
She goes into the room and looks right on the bed, immediately noticing the pair of silk red panties that were not hers.
With them a note, that says, “Hey Morgan, I thought I would start up our little game again as it was so much fun last time. P.S. I didn’t need these anymore, I have a new pair now. See you soon. A”
he asks Amanda if there is any of her underwear missing. She checks the drawer and says no, then says “wait a second,” checks the laundry, and says “I’m missing my favourite pair of purple knickers, I wore yesterday before we went out”
He runs and grabs the kit from his car and gets back to the room.
“We won’t find any prints, but I’ll check anyway. I need to bag those undies and the note, too, as evidence, ” he says.
“I have to catch him this time, his appetite for chaos rivals no one I have seen, plus I have to keep you and Carly safe.” He says
“You are both coming to stay with me at the hotel, I’ll upgrade to a suite so we have the room, and then we can figure out what the hell is going on.”
“The best way for me to protect you is to keep an eye on you.” He adds.
Carly comes out of her room. “Amanda, what the fuck is going on? Why have you been crying? Did he hurt you?”
Amanda, just hugs her friend, tells her to pack a bag and come with her and Morgan.
Morgan tells the girls to hurry, get their stuff and he will contact the dene to advise him of why they weren’t in classes for the foreseeable future.
“He tells the command unit to continue checking the cctv in the surrounding area, sweep the dorm rooms, and then meet him at the hotel.
In the car, all three are in a very sombre mood.
“He must have been the Uber driver,” Amanda says.
Yea, about that,” Carly confesses, “I didn’t actually get an Uber cause the wait was ages. I was waiting outside the bar for so damn long. A guy drove past and said he didn’t want me standing around where I could get hurt. I didn’t think I just jumped in.”
“I’m not going to even tell you how stupid that was because I’m sure you know already,” Morgan says to her sternly.
The car goes quiet again, like he was her stepdad, telling her off.
Amanda looks back at her and says, “I’m just so glad you’re safe,” throwing a look at Morgan.
They arrive at the hotel and go to the desk clerk. He tells him that he needs to upgrade the room to a suite with 2 beds, and he will move everything out of the old room himself.
“No problems, sir,” says the desk clerk and hands him they keys.
“From now on, you two go nowhere without me until we put an end to this.” He says
“Yes, sir,” they both say in unison.
“Do you think this is a game?” Morgan growls. “He clearly sees you two as his pet project, and I will not let him get either of you.” He adds.
They walk into the suite together, and there are 2 armed guards outside the door.
“Amanda, you have to realise I have to think differently now. I am not your teacher, I am a profiler, and I have to think like this sick twisted bastard in order to find him.”
So many questions were going unanswered.
Why has he resurfaced? Why now? No one knows I was coming here to teach apart from the dene and my boss so how did he know?
She reminds him of something he said earlier.
“You said it yourself. That bar is the only one you came to previously and now. There must be a link there, surely.” She exclaimed.
“I must have had tunnel vision. It never occurred to me that the bar was the common denominator.”
He has all the evidence from the previous cases brought over so he can comb through it again.
“See, this is the reason we could never predict what he was going to do. Just look at the victims. Victim one was a white doctor, 5ft 5, married and in her 30s. Victim two was an African American bank realtor, 6ft, single, and 22. Victim three is a Latina housewife, 5 ft3, and in her 40s He explains.
” And it goes on like that. In fact, the only thing they all have in common is that they have nothing in common.” He adds.
Carly speaks up. “What did you tell us in class yesterday, sir? There is ALWAYS a link between victims. You just haven’t seen it yet, but there will be a link you find that will be obvious.”
He acknowledges what she said, then takes the photo of every lady and starts to create a timeline on the wall. Breaking writing underneath each picture, everything he knew about each victim.
Morgan looks to the girls and says, “You two stay here, I have a guard posted outside the door. Do not leave at all. I want you to text me every 30 minutes so I know your OK, and the panic word is Godzilla. If I hear that or see it in a text, I know.your in danger ok”
The girls acknowledge him, and he heads out to the field office to speak to his superiors and create a plan of action.
They go to the mini bar and grab a couple of Gins to calm their nerves.
“I’m sure he won’t mind,” says Carly.
Amanda opens the front door to look down the corridor.
“Please go back in side, Miss, says one of the gun carrying officers.”
“Oops, sorry,” she says and closes the door.
“Looks like we are in this for the long hall,” she says.
Carly, still shaken up, empties the mini bar, and the girls sit on the sofa, watching TV and drinking.
So come on, there’s nothing we can do about this now. Tell me what he was like in bed,” says Carly, intrigued.
“Honestly, fucking amazing, my toes curled and everything,” Amanda said. “It’s like he knew exactly what I wanted, and how to give me it,” she added.
Carly looks at her, happy for her but slightly jealous.
Meanwhile, Morgan has arrived at the field office, makes his way up to.the 4th floor and heads to the conference room where his team are waiting.
His boss patches in on a conference call to be debriefed.
“Sir, its him, I’m still waiting on the lab, but I’m betting the DNA evidence on the pair of underwear he left will match the last victim, 18 year old Sonia Gulley.
Why do we think he has resurfaced now? Says Unit chief Nordstrom.
Morgan answers. “If I had to guess sir, I think it was chance. I think he saw me out tonight and decided that instant that he was coming out of retirement. He must have gone home, picked up the underwear, then made a move on Carly.”
“Right, we are tracing your phone, Amanda’s, and this is a spare for Carly to use,” the chief says, handing him a phone.
“Go about your day to day, and let’s catch this bastard. Unfortunately, the downside is that he’s going to have to start dropping more bodies for us to catch him.” He adds.
The team head about their assignments at the end of the day, and Morgan returns to the hotel, unaware of the tail he has 4 cars back.
He gets to the hotel and heads up to the room, acknowledging the night shift guards outside the door and heads in the room.
“Hi ladies, I hope you didn’t go too stir crazy. I’ll try to figure out how we can try to return a little normality to our lives tomorrow and hopefully allow you out the roo. With me. What did you fancy for dinner?” He said.
“Can’t go wrong with pizza, can you?” Carly exlaims.
I’ll get a couple of meat lovers and a cheese and tomato delivered up.
He makes the call and advises the doormen to be aware that the pizzas are coming up, advising them one was for them.
“Cheers, boss,” they both say in unison, as he goes back in the room.
The three of them sit down on the sofa to watch a film waiting for the food.
“Raided the minibar I see? I don’t blame you to be honest, it’s been a stressful one” he says.
“Knowing I came face to face with a killer, was drugged, and he could have done anything to me, has not only terrified me it’s pissed me off” says Carly.
“I trained to make sure I was able to look after myself, and one stupid move could have made all that for nothing.” She adds.
“You both just have to be so careful, that’s all. I meant what I said, this guy is the perfect killer. He’s a sadistic sociopath who seemingly has no rhyme or reason for choosing his next victim.
If there’s a pattern there, we haven’t seen it yet, and the awful thing is, we are going to need more bodies to drop for us to catch him.” He says very agitated.
There’s a knock on the door as the pizzas have arrived, and the guard hands over the two for them.
They sit down to eat, watching the TV, and Morgan keeps thinking over and over how he knew I was back here.
They finish the pizza, and Carly turns to her best friend.
“Amanda, will you sleep in the bed with me tonight? I don’t want to be on my own.” Says Carly.
“Of course, F.B.I Morgan is a dick right now anyway. I know he means well, but he’s changed.”
Morgan says “fine but you keep your door open so I can keep an eye on you both.”
He heads to his room, and the girls go to the other bed.
They strip down, put on their pyjamas, and both get into bed.
“I can’t believe how he has changed,” says Amanda with a sigh. I understand that it’s stressful, and he wants to keep us safe, but he doesn’t have to be a dick about it, ” she says.
“I dunno, I get the feeling he really cares about you. Plus, there’s something really sexy about the take charge attitude he has got going on,” says Carly.
Amanda, getting a little annoyed at the situation, barks at Carly.
“If you want to fuck him, go ahead”
“That’s not what I meant,” said Carly. “I’m just saying I understand the fact he is trying to keep us safe, catch a killer, be in charge, and also keep you happy at the same time. It sounds exhausting.”
Morgan looks in on them as they prepare to go to sleep.
” Goodnight ladies, and if you need me for anything, come knock on the door. He says as he turns off the main light and heads to his room, leaving his door ajar also.
Both ladies say goodnight to each other and switch the lights off, laying there in the darkness trying to sleep but worried about what tomorrow brings.
Around 2 am, Morgan awakes in a pool of sweat after dreaming his worst fear of his new paramore being savagely killed. He goes to the bathroom and switches on the light, and what he sees in the mirror genuinely fills him with fear for the first time in his life.
Scribbled in a red unknown substance on the mirror it reads
” You and the ladies look so peaceful sleeping.”
He runs to his bedside table, grabs his gun, looking through the peep hole he can see the carnage. He opens the door to see both.guards, slain, blood everywhere, and completely eviscerated. At least he assumed it was the guards. Both their heads were missing.
He closes the door, calls the girls, and says we’re leaving.
Tbc
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