Status: Slow and steady. Not a priority,
Siren's Song
Chapter 1
"911. What's your emergency?"
"Um, yes, this is Claire Kingsley. Oh, God. There's, um, there's a girl walking down the road. She's covered in...God, it looks like blood."
"A girl? Ma'am, is she alone? Does she look hurt?"
"I can't see anyone. My husband is going to go to her. It's raining so I can't see clearly."
"Ma'am, you need to get inside and lock the doors."
"Okay. I'm inside. Alright, she's walking to the house with my husband."
"Alright. We have officers en route. Keep the doors locked and keep the kids hidden. I'll stay one the line."
The cell phone rang at ten o'clock at night, just as Detective Riley S. Thomas was laying down to watch a movie and rest.
"Thomas speaking." He said, stifling a yawn.
"Riley, you should get down here." Quickly, Riley partner, Ashley Baskett, explained the 911 call.
"Was it a rape?" Riley asked, hurriedly getting dressed.
"I don't think so."
"Then why are we being called?" Riley pulled on his jacket, almost dropping the phone.
"Well, sir...we're at the Kingsley residence. The girl says there has been a murder. Dozens, at least. "
"Um, yes, this is Claire Kingsley. Oh, God. There's, um, there's a girl walking down the road. She's covered in...God, it looks like blood."
"A girl? Ma'am, is she alone? Does she look hurt?"
"I can't see anyone. My husband is going to go to her. It's raining so I can't see clearly."
"Ma'am, you need to get inside and lock the doors."
"Okay. I'm inside. Alright, she's walking to the house with my husband."
"Alright. We have officers en route. Keep the doors locked and keep the kids hidden. I'll stay one the line."
The cell phone rang at ten o'clock at night, just as Detective Riley S. Thomas was laying down to watch a movie and rest.
"Thomas speaking." He said, stifling a yawn.
"Riley, you should get down here." Quickly, Riley partner, Ashley Baskett, explained the 911 call.
"Was it a rape?" Riley asked, hurriedly getting dressed.
"I don't think so."
"Then why are we being called?" Riley pulled on his jacket, almost dropping the phone.
"Well, sir...we're at the Kingsley residence. The girl says there has been a murder. Dozens, at least. "