Blue Ice
Adrieanna Coco
November 2005
A Adrienne Valentine novel
Dedication
To all those, family and friends alike, who
have believed and put unlimited love and
fate in me, I thank you. And to God who
has blessed with many talents, and to God,
I thank him.
Thank you,
Adrie
1
Adrienne Valentine had sighed, inhaled deeply, and shaved her hands into her pockets. The scent of death filled her lungs. An unfair act of justice—someone taking the law into his or her hands. No one had the right to take another human’s life. An insincere and evil friend is more feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend may wound your mind.
“ Valentine! Were you the first to the scene?”
“ Yeah.” She turned to look at her bulldog chief, Matthew Carter, one of the hardest, ball-busting ex-cops that will bite if provoked.
“ So tell me. What do you think happened?” She shrugged her shoulders and inhaled again, and turned to him.
“ Give me a sec.” She closed her eyes, and drank in the scene. The unforced door, bed unmade, windows locked, rooms secured, drinks and cigarettes still out on the small table provided in the dorm. Almost everything was in place, except the unmade bed. This was of course, likely to be where the crime took place.
“ Victim here was sleeping in here bed. A knock sounded at her door. She woke up, put on her robe, and asked who it was. Maybe a delivery person, she thought at first, but the unknown suspect was too bright for that, the same for the victim. It was someone she may have known or have made acquaintance with—brother, father, uncle, friend. She opened the door hesitate. They talked for a while, then after he calmed her down, he struck.” She paused letting the words sink in. She crossed over to the body.
“ From the marks on her loins, and hands, and thighs, she was raped. She struggled until he was pleased. However, when he saw her go for the phone, he tried to make her stop. She did. But when she realized he did, she cried.”
She got up, sighed, and looked at Matthew. “ She tried to stop, when he threatened, but couldn’t.. She failed miserably, and as a result….” She steeped in front of the young girl. Then imitated a gun going off.
“ He came prepared—just in case he may have thought. Bye-bye.” She put her hand down where it landed between her breasts.
“ It was a impulse, so sudden… he felt power surge through his hand. The ability to take a human life—to make someone do as you want.” She looked at him.
“ That’s the most detailed analysis I could’ve thought of. But why her? Why he’d chose her?”
“ Why? The only way to answer that question is to get inside his head.” She paused again. “ She’s young, attractive, innocent looking, vibrant, popular, honor straight-A’s, lively, beautiful eyes—an easy creep magnet. Look at her body—supermodel. Possibly bulimia.”
She smiled slightly. “ Popular. He wants popularity, and what a better way to get popularity than to kill it?”
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Submission Name: Blue Ice ( chapter one )
