Someone is killing red-headed nurses. Det. Danielle Ramos & Sgt. Chance Bynum must find out who it is...and why, before more killings happen.
A work in progress...hope to be finished by year's end.
Catching Crimson is the second book involving Det. Danielle Ramos and Sgt. Chance Bynum of the Dallas County Sheriff's Department. The story picks up not long after Ramos worked a past serial killer in the first book, Copper Eyes. Ramos is assigned to a murder case which is quickly becoming a serial murder case...body by body. Chance Bynum is the crime scene sergeant assisting in the investigations.
Danielle and Chance are working through separate issues of work, dating (not each other) and a host of other circumstances that plague all of us from time to time.
Connie Krus never knew what hit her. From somewhere to her right, silently a maniac had snaked between the other cars in the parking lot now devoid of human activity. The time was right. With only the brief whishing sound of a metal pipe traveling through the air, the target had been found quickly and lethally. The silence was punctuated only by the sound of Connie’s parietal bone cracking open while almost simultaneously a low, breathy, “Take that bitch,” was uttered for no one else to hear. Though short, her red hair immediately became a tangled mess as Connie fell to the pavement with a light, uneven thud. The blood began pouring from the fracture and soon covered a good portion of the delicate flowered print scrub and began wicking into her ivory colored sweater.
The madman looked around quickly. Still no one in sight. Was she dead? He didn’t know and certainly wasn’t going to check. Even if he wanted to he didn’t know how. The crazed man put his hand to his mouth and tapped his lip as if thinking. He had to make sure, so he swiftly raised the pipe straight over his head and with seemingly no qualms, hurriedly smashed Connie Krus’ skull near the same area as before.
Keeping true to the discipline of blood spatter, the nurse’s blood had flown in many directions, sprinkling her car door near the bottom. The rest flew into the parking lot or simply clung to the pipe. But one minuscule, warm, wayward droplet found its way to the killer’s cheek. It landed gently; softer than a single drop of water. He recoiled from its now cool presence; stumbled backward two steps, dropped the metal pipe and flung wildly at the ghostly, minute globule that had sought him out. The killer caught himself and with hands on his knees was breathing shallow and rapidly from the suddenness of it all.
He soon calmed down and looked at the lifeless body in front of him. The dark, crimson life blood of Nurse Krus was slowly oozing from her as the demented man decided she now was indeed dead.
As the killer slowly looked up at the warm lights emitting from Sienna Springs Hospital, he realized at that moment he had not fully thought out his retribution. He hastily looked around and decided he would dispose of his victim in the woods just past the end of the parking lot.
In forty three seconds Connie Krus’ incomplete life had ended in her horrific murder. Her body would soon be dumped in the woods as callously as someone ridding themselves of a worn out couch that had seen better days. That’s what the life of this once energetic woman had become. But to this new killer it was more than that. Revenge had brought forth killing for hundreds - no thousands - of years. It was a settling of a score of the ultimate kind. Someone at last had finally paid for a horrible injustice done to him. Somebody had paid for killing his mother.