Slowly the door creaked open, further illuminating the room with the dim outdoor light. He could hear her tiptoe her way across the room, trying to surprise him. He could imagine her behind him smiling away with her beautiful blue eyes and flowing blonde hair. He looked up to see her face above his, smiling, ready for the inevitable kiss. It wasn't there. It never was. A tear began to crawl it's way down his cheek. The door clicked open and Rob flicked the tear from his eye and continued tapping away aimlessly on the keyboard.
"have you been working on that dead end case mate?", the gravely voice of his friend and colleague Alex came from behind," you really should give it up"
" you know I can't", Rob snapped irritably, his mind playing on the idea of stopping. He didn't like it. He would have to give up on her and he couldn't do that. Anyway, what would he do at night? Sleep? No he did that in the afternoons. Would he find something else to occupy him would he just sit in darkness.
"Rob...", the sound snapped him back to the world. "Rob... Oh God Rob", the horror in his voice was left hanging in silence as Rob made his way over. On the screen of his computer Alex had up two pictures. One marked 'Winchester 2005' and one marked 'Portsmouth 2015' they where almost identical. Slightly different lighting but in principal, identical.
"oh god", Rob whispered, " am I right in saying someone as recreated that killing, what if they recreate all of them?"
"I dunno mate, but there is something different, it's in their blood", he flicked to the next picture. On the wall there was a painting of the devil, obviously done by a talented artist.
Rob froze. The new information rushing through his mind. He whispered, "he's still out there". Then slowly, calmly he walked out the door.
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