 her house because of the massive escalating guilt trip tizzy she was in. (This is coastal GA, winter isnt really a thing.) She literally could not open a window much less turn off the breaker. Her husband arrived minutes after we got there, DH and I are a good tag team re: troubleshooting/house stuff but this wasn’t something we could fix. The whole time she was behaving like a bratty petulant child. By the time we left she was wrapped up in a blanket on the sofa (no windows were opened) and throwing shade at me. I returned the stink eye (a first for me).Luka Gunnar looked down at his cell phone as it vibrated. His sister was calling again.
How hard is it to screw in a damn lightbulb? He thought as he stared at her name on the screen.
He knows she’s calling for more than just the light in her apartment being out. She misses her big brother, and he must admit, he misses her too. But his job takes a lot of his time.
They have been chasing this nut job for the past few months, and always a step behind the bastard.  Their forensics specialist, Nancy Wolfe, had found that the blade used on all six murders, had been from the same knife.
That means one knife, one killer.


Now all they need to do is slice through the suspect list, and Luka had his sights on suspect number one, William Nash.
Luka looked down when his phone vibrated again.
The captain stopped talking and looked at Luka. “Do you need to take that out into the hall?” He asked as he pointed to Luka’s phone.
“No, sir.” 
“As I was saying.” The captain continued as he turned back to the board. “We think he will strike in this area next.” He said as he used his stick to point to a street on the board.
 His heart dropped to his stomach. His partner was right; the captain was pointing to the street where his sister lives.
She’s a college student now, but she insisted on having her own place. He didn’t blame her, though. The dorms here, suck.
Luka knows he’s right about this, at least.
The last six women the man had killed, had been between the ages of twenty-five and thirty-five and had had brown hair and brown eyes, and above-average height of between five-seven and five-ten.
His sister is five-two, with blond hair and blue eyes, and had just turned twenty.
When the captain finished and dismissed the room, Luka moved out into the hall and turned on his phone. He had two messages. He dialed his message service and listened.
Luka smiled with a sigh of relief as he listened to his sister’s message.
Luka let out another sigh of relief as he waited for the second message to play. His blood turned cold as he listened to his sister, whisper into the phone.
Luka listened to his sister scream as the man dragged her from the closet. His face paled as he listened to someone beat on his sister, then the phone disconnected. He stared at the blasted thing in his hand, his heart somewhere in his throat.
“Luka, are you okay?” His partner asked as he approached.
“I need to get to my sister!” Luka hollered as he ran from the station.
Abraham Princeton stared after his partner, then turned to an officer. “Tell the captain we will need backup at Darcey Gunnar’s apartment.” He said before he took off after his partner.
Abraham jumped into the passenger seat just as Luka was pulling away from the curb.
“What’s going on, Luka?” He asked as he watched his partner.
“This.” Luka said as he lifted his phone and turned the speaker on, so his partner could hear the message.
They listened to the message in silence. Abraham’s face paled as he listened. When the phone cut off, Luka pulled his phone back and hit the speed dial for his sister. The phone continued to ring, and he threw the phone, almost hitting Abraham.
“I should have answered her call instead of turning off my phone!” Luka hollered as he slapped his hands against the steering wheel.
“We could have tried, damn it!” Luka hollered as he pulled against the curb in front of his sister’s apartment and jumped out without turning off the motor.
Abraham pulled the keys from the ignition, then followed his partner into the apartment building.
Luka stopped outside his sister’s open door and turned to look at his partner. He gestured with his hands for his partner to go right and went left, towards his sister’s bedroom. Luka stopped when he saw the blood was everywhere in his sister’s room.
He found his sister on the floor, just outside the closet, her phone still in her hand, her eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling.
“Darcey!” He hollered as he rushed to his sister’s body.
“But it’s Darcey!” Luka cried out.
“I know.” Abraham said as he surveyed the room. “This isn’t his normal MO.” He observed.
“Does it matter?” Luka asked with a hitch in his voice.
“It does to the judge and jury.” Abraham said as he moved closer to his partner’s sister.
“I can’t stand to look at her like this.” Luka said with a growl, then turned and left the room.
As Luka moved into the living room, he saw his captain and several other officers enter the apartment.
“Detective Gunnar.” The captain said as he joined his detective in the living room.
“It was him, captain, I know it was.” Luka said as he stared at the wall.
“I’m sorry.” The captain said with a frown.
“Your sister doesn’t fit the profile.” The captain said as he watched the young detective.
 Luka stopped talking.
“Sir, you need to see this.” An officer said as he stood in the doorway to Darcey’s room.
“What?” Luka asked as he turned to the officer.
“You stay here.” The captain said as he laid his hand on the detective’s shoulder, then turned to the bedroom.
Luka huffed as he followed them into his sister’s bedroom. Abraham was holding Darcey’s left hand up as he examined it. Luka moved in closer to see what his partner was looking at.
“She fought back.” Abraham said as he held up her clenched fist.
Good girl, Sis. Luka thought as he stared at the clump of hair in his sister’s fist.
“Don’t I get a say in that?” Luka asked as he followed his captain out of the room.
Luka froze, he hadn’t even thought of his parents. They will freak out and blame him for this. If he wasn’t a detective, his kid sister might still be alive.

“We got there as soon as we could, sir.” Abraham said, interrupting his partner. If he let the man, he would put the entire world on his shoulders.
“When can we see her?” Luka’s mother asked with a hiccup.
“He’s beating himself up, sir, and he hasn’t cried.” Abraham said as he watched his partner.
“Oh, Luka.” Lesa cried as she fell against her son.
“And I’m grateful for your job.” Lesa said as she looked up at her very tall son.
He’s even taller than her husband. She sees so little of him now that he’s a detective; she had forgotten just how tall and handsome he is. But he will always be her little boy, no matter how big he gets.
“We know you will find the man responsible and bring him in for your little sister.” She said with confidence.
“Thanks, Mom.” Luka said as he closed his eyes.
He promised himself that no matter what it takes, he will find the man who killed his little sister and give him the justice he deserves.
Watch out William Nash; I’m coming for you.
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