Free Son of a Serial Killer by Jams N. Roses Page A

deep breath and looked straight into the eyes of her superior.
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she said, ‘I will bring The Phantom to justice. For my father, for the other victims, for...’
    ‘ Stop,’ Watts interjected. ‘Why you do it is not my concern,’ he said as he stood. ‘Just get it done.’
    Summers gave a nod. She understood.
    Trying to give the case such a detailed reason as to why she wanted it solved wasn't the point. If anything, someone so close to the case emotionally should be hiding their feelings, and not give any reason at all. She was a professional, this was her job. That was reason enough.
    Watts opened the door but stopped hims elf before leaving the room, turning back to Summers.
    ‘ One last thing,’ he said, ‘you are not your father, and that's the last time I want to catch you drinking on duty.’
    He paused for a moment, the wheels of thought in motion inside his head.
    ‘ And maybe we'll keep you away from the press for the time being. If need be, send your man Kite to do the talking,’ he said, ‘but you prepare any statements beforehand. Let them feed on him. Keep your head straight and crack this bastard case.’
    He left the room and closed the door.
    'Thank god,' she thought, before pulling out the hip-flask, and taking what she told herself would be the last taste of the day, or at least of the morning.

26
    Natalie rang the door-bell and took a step back on the front porch. She looked around behind her, there was nothing going on in this leafy, upmarket, residential city street. The door opened, and Tanya Reynolds was slightly taken aback to find Natalie on her doorstep.
    ‘ Natalie? Oh my god, it's been ages!’ said the heavily pregnant wife of David.
    David was out, at some sports event he had mentioned to Natalie, and she was ballsy enough to exploit his absence.
    ‘Yeah, I know, I bumped into David yesterday and he told me the good news,’ replied Natalie, gesturing to Tanya's swollen body and pulling a bottle of sparkling wine from behind her back. ‘Of course, it's alcohol-free, but I thought we should celebrate and catch up. If it’s not a bad time, you’re not resting?’
    David's prostitute was invited into the family home. Natalie really had no difficulty being a two-faced bitch.
    Tanya opened the bottle of sparkling, non-alcoholic wine with a pop, excitedly poured two glasses and sat down next to Natalie in the front room. They gave a toast to the hea lth of the baby, and took a sip from their glasses. Natalie hid her disgust of the taste; she really wasn't used to drinking wine unless it was the expensive stuff that Mr Money or one of the other high-flyers would sometimes ply her with, but she knew this was not a good bottle, even for a non-alcoholic.
    Tanya spent twenty minutes or so explaining how excited she and David were about becoming parents, how she stopped work around a year ago as David said she was better than the hairdresser she used to be, and also that actually, Natalie was the first visitor that she'd had for quite a while.
    Natalie tried hard to pay attention as Tanya gave her what was feeling a lot like a whole life story. The truth was that Natalie had no time for Tanya.
    She didn't blame David for marrying her, Tanya was hot. Not just good looking, or beautiful, but smoking-hot. She would have no trouble becoming a model, even breaking into television with the looks she'd been blessed wit h, but she had no self-esteem, zero. And she wasn't very intelligent, either.
    David had always loved to show her off when they both started dating, but then the boys-club began to mock him about how slow his girlfriend was, and the women all found it hard to conver se with her on an adult level. She knew about hairdressing and celebrities, and she wanted babies; not the same topics of interest for the money hungry, back stabbing bitches of the city, the type that the up-and-coming rich-boys would normally be seen with.
    So David kept her at home, starting a family to