Post by CC Fan on Apr 18, 2004 17:53:46 GMT -5
Summary:
Every year on June 24th, the body of a 17 year old girl is found dead, in her bedroom. For years, the police have struggled to find the killer, but now, 13 years after the first death, the police can stop looking. The killer has found them, and he's helping Lilly and Scotty solve the case.
Chapter 1
June 24th, 1991
Catherine and Sammy had been going out for a couple of months. So when Catherine decided she was ready to take the next step in their relationship, Sammy, who she presumed wasn’t used to waiting so long, agreed, and went out that night to buy protection.
Catherine sat on her bed, nervous as hell, but excited. She was 17, and one of few who hadn’t had sex yet. She had heard stories about Sammy, about what a lady’s man he was, and was somewhat afraid she wouldn’t live up to such high expectations. Suddenly, amidst her deep thought, the door swung open. It was Sammy, and boy did he look gorgeous. He was wearing a tux, one that had obviously cost him a fortune, holding a bottle of wine in one hand, and a bag of condoms in the other. Catherine smiled.
Sammy was a virgin. He had never had sex before. The rumor started when he was a freshman when one night he walked in on the star of the school’s football team and his brother. The football player freaked and promised Sammy he’d do anything as long as he didn’t tell everyone he was gay. So within a matter of weeks, Sammy was a lady’s man. The rumor had spread and girls literally waited in line to talk to him.
Up until this point, Sammy had never had a serious relationship. Most had ended badly, or with Sammy leaving so the girl wouldn’t find out what a loser he really was. But Catherine was different. She was special, and he really cared about her. He stood at the door and stared at her. She was gorgeous, and he couldn’t help but smile. He walked over to her and pushed back a piece of her golden hair.
Suddenly things went blank and when he came to his senses, he realized he was standing over the dead body of Catherine, covered in her blood.
June 25th, 2004
Detective Lilly Rush brushed back a piece of her golden hair. It was hot, hotter than it had been in a long time. She was wearing a tangerine spaghetti strap, and as she examined the crime scene, she could feel her self-conscious growing. Lilly knew no one cared what she wore, but she had been so accustomed to wearing long sleeve’s and coats and she felt like today, on this day, she was letting people in, just a little bit more than usual.
She looked at the body of the 17 year old, and the sight made her sick. She wasn’t used to seeing the body, and she had liked it that way. Lilly walked over to Scotty who was bagging pieces of hair that were found next to the victims body.
“I still don’t understand what we’re doing here. This doesn’t look like a Cold Case to me.”
Scotty looked up: “This isn’t, but the M.O matches 12 other Cold Cases, 13 if you include this one.”
“What, so you’re saying this guy killed 13 people and got away with it?”
Scotty put the evidence bag down and led Lilly over to a pile of boxes. Lilly read the descriptions, each one described a 17 year old girl who had been killed by a knife in her bedroom.
She picked up a picture from one of the boxes and examined it: “Ok, but these could all just be coincidences.”
Suddenly an unfamiliar voice spoke: “Yeah, except each murder took place on June 24th of the following year.” Lilly and Scotty turned around to face the man who had spoken. There stood a 17 year old Sammy. Flash to the now, 30 year old Sammy. “Hi,” he said as he shook Lilly and Scotty’s hand. “My name’s Sammy Dessler and I’ll be running this case with you.”
Every year on June 24th, the body of a 17 year old girl is found dead, in her bedroom. For years, the police have struggled to find the killer, but now, 13 years after the first death, the police can stop looking. The killer has found them, and he's helping Lilly and Scotty solve the case.
Chapter 1
June 24th, 1991
Catherine and Sammy had been going out for a couple of months. So when Catherine decided she was ready to take the next step in their relationship, Sammy, who she presumed wasn’t used to waiting so long, agreed, and went out that night to buy protection.
Catherine sat on her bed, nervous as hell, but excited. She was 17, and one of few who hadn’t had sex yet. She had heard stories about Sammy, about what a lady’s man he was, and was somewhat afraid she wouldn’t live up to such high expectations. Suddenly, amidst her deep thought, the door swung open. It was Sammy, and boy did he look gorgeous. He was wearing a tux, one that had obviously cost him a fortune, holding a bottle of wine in one hand, and a bag of condoms in the other. Catherine smiled.
Sammy was a virgin. He had never had sex before. The rumor started when he was a freshman when one night he walked in on the star of the school’s football team and his brother. The football player freaked and promised Sammy he’d do anything as long as he didn’t tell everyone he was gay. So within a matter of weeks, Sammy was a lady’s man. The rumor had spread and girls literally waited in line to talk to him.
Up until this point, Sammy had never had a serious relationship. Most had ended badly, or with Sammy leaving so the girl wouldn’t find out what a loser he really was. But Catherine was different. She was special, and he really cared about her. He stood at the door and stared at her. She was gorgeous, and he couldn’t help but smile. He walked over to her and pushed back a piece of her golden hair.
Suddenly things went blank and when he came to his senses, he realized he was standing over the dead body of Catherine, covered in her blood.
June 25th, 2004
Detective Lilly Rush brushed back a piece of her golden hair. It was hot, hotter than it had been in a long time. She was wearing a tangerine spaghetti strap, and as she examined the crime scene, she could feel her self-conscious growing. Lilly knew no one cared what she wore, but she had been so accustomed to wearing long sleeve’s and coats and she felt like today, on this day, she was letting people in, just a little bit more than usual.
She looked at the body of the 17 year old, and the sight made her sick. She wasn’t used to seeing the body, and she had liked it that way. Lilly walked over to Scotty who was bagging pieces of hair that were found next to the victims body.
“I still don’t understand what we’re doing here. This doesn’t look like a Cold Case to me.”
Scotty looked up: “This isn’t, but the M.O matches 12 other Cold Cases, 13 if you include this one.”
“What, so you’re saying this guy killed 13 people and got away with it?”
Scotty put the evidence bag down and led Lilly over to a pile of boxes. Lilly read the descriptions, each one described a 17 year old girl who had been killed by a knife in her bedroom.
She picked up a picture from one of the boxes and examined it: “Ok, but these could all just be coincidences.”
Suddenly an unfamiliar voice spoke: “Yeah, except each murder took place on June 24th of the following year.” Lilly and Scotty turned around to face the man who had spoken. There stood a 17 year old Sammy. Flash to the now, 30 year old Sammy. “Hi,” he said as he shook Lilly and Scotty’s hand. “My name’s Sammy Dessler and I’ll be running this case with you.”
