Say Something - [Jon and Miles]
There was something seriously wrong about the house. Ignoring the the serious state of disrepair and the sadistic serial killer inside. Wrong in the way it gave him a feeling on unease and twitchiness that made him reconsider not calling the cops. "He’s in there." Miles finally said, looking away from the house to Jon. Even human and 30 yards away, hidden in the trees. he could smell blood.
Miles was more nervous than he wanted to admit, unable to stand still. Jon looked unconcerned, only focused on tracking the suspect down. The last guy they tracked down was a newbie in the murder business compared to this one.
Preston Godfrey. Late 40s. No warning signs until boom, serial killer.
20 missing people, potentially more. 10 tortured bodies found. No rhyme or reason. Just a trail of death through Texas, hopefully to be ended here. This guy was a sadistic bastard who tortured until death, taking anyone he wanted. He evaded the cops for a year, laying low until he popped back on the radar and into Jon’s sights. Jon wasted no time in going on the hunt. Miles had no problem tagging along, at least as protection. This wasn’t any small fry anymore. Using reports, locals, and Jon’s detective skills they tracked him to the house that barely stood in front of them.
He straightened up from his previous tree leaning before sighing and looking to Jon again. "If the next words out of your mouth are ‘Let’s split up.’ I’m punching you."
When Jon Risinger said he was the best detective in the world, he really meant he was the best detective in the world. He was able to use his abilities to track down absolutely anyone, and bring justice to those who deserved it. It was his talent, a wonderful ability he was graced with and whenever he placed another criminal behind bars there was that fuzzy feeling of satisfaction. Right now he was doing just that, plotting the downfall of another disgusting being nestled among lovely people who kept going missing day in and day out. They went missing to their death, leaving their families behind to pick up the missing pieces they left. It was sad. It's why he wanted to bring justice to them. Huffing out a soft breath, Jon blew some hair out of his face standing up straight and brushing his hands down his jacket. "I'm not an idiot. I wasn't going to say we should split up, especially not with a guy like this one. He isn't small fry, he's not gonna be like the others." He sighed, pushing his hair out of his face when it fell again. Turning his attention back to the house, he chewed his bottom lip between his teeth. "We have to sneak in. Hit him when he least expects it but most of all we have to be careful. Got it?" He fixed his jacket, flattening down his collar. "This is going to be the most dangerous thing we've ever done before and we can't afford anything to go wrong."
