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  <title>The Kitty Kat Killer (Chapter 1)</title>
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  <description>&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;DISCLAIMER:&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t own Life or it&apos;s characters, but damn, I really wish I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Tidwell came into his office, where he currently had his two lead detectives waiting for him and dropped a file onto his desk. &amp;ldquo;Well, boys and girls, looks like we&apos;re gonna have a busy week. For starters we got a tip on the anonymous line that you two get to go check out.&amp;rdquo; He passed a slip of paper across the desk to them, &amp;ldquo;Here&amp;rsquo;s the address. Let&amp;rsquo;s wrap this up quickly; I&amp;rsquo;ve got seven other homicides from just this weekend. Let&amp;rsquo;s move.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;Dani Reese had no trouble figuring out which loft was the victims. There were seven police cruisers parked out front with lights still flashing, the coroner&amp;rsquo;s van, and the crime scene unit&amp;rsquo;s SUV. She pulled up as close to the curb as she could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;There were several small groups of officers questioning people who they could only assume were the victims neighbors. A young patrol officer held the door open for Dani and Charlie. &amp;ldquo;Third floor.&amp;rdquo; They nodded their thanks and made their way to what looked like a freight elevator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;Charlie pulled the grate down and they stepped inside. After pushing the button for what turned out to be the top floor, Detective Crews looked over at his partner and smiled. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an apple. He held it out to her to which she shook her head. He shrugged and took a large, and very noisy, bite out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;As they stepped out of the elevator they noticed several officers standing in front of a very large sliding metal door. They walked into the loft and took in the scene around them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;The crime scene unit was busy dusting for fingerprints in the kitchen. They continued walking through until they came across the victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;A blonde woman who looked to be in her late twenties was sprawled, naked across a bed with black satin sheets. She was laying on her back, her right foot on the pillows and her left foot tucked up under her right knee. She was at an angle on the bed so that her head was hanging over the side of the bed, her hair spilling down the side, a stark contrast to the black sheets. Her left hand was resting on her thigh, her fingertips on her labia. Her right hand was holding her breast. Her eyes and mouth were closed. She looked as if she could have been sleeping or posing for a picture if it weren&amp;rsquo;t for the round bullet hole in the middle of her forehead and the small amount of blood surrounding it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;Detective Charlie Crews tilted his head to the side, as if seeing the crime scene through a different angle might help him to figure it out, &amp;ldquo;D&amp;eacute;j&amp;agrave; vu.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;His partner looked at him and raised an eyebrow. She noticed a patrolman walking up to them and braced herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s what I said, too. I&amp;rsquo;ll help you out. Miss April 1999, May 2002, and September 2005.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;Charlie&amp;rsquo;s eyes widened and he turned to look at his ex-partner. &amp;ldquo;Oh! That&amp;rsquo;s right, Bobby. She liked camping and bird watching.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s her.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;Reese accepted driver&amp;rsquo;s license that another patrolman was holding out to her and said, &amp;ldquo;Jeanna Hickinson.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;Bobby and Charlie grinned, &amp;ldquo;Jeeeannnna,&amp;rdquo; they said, almost reverently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;Dani took a deep breath and looked back over at the bed. She couldn&amp;rsquo;t quite place what was bothering her until she saw the crime scene investigator take a swab of the blood from around the bullet hole. &amp;ldquo;She was shot in the head, where&amp;rsquo;s all the blood?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;Charlie cocked his head to another side, &amp;ldquo;Where &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; all the blood?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;Bobby Stark motioned with his thumb to the adjoining room. &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s pretty obvious that he shot her in the other room and then brought her in here.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;Crews started walking around the room while looking at the victim, &amp;ldquo;He shot you in there and then brought you in here and posed you like your first centerfold in Kitty Kat. Why?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;Reese looked at the crime scene technician as she walked by, &amp;ldquo;You got everything you need?&amp;rdquo; The young woman nodded and left. The photographer took one last picture and nodded as well. Dani looked over at the coroner and said, &amp;ldquo;Okay, get her out of here.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;The three officers moved out of the way as the medical examiner&amp;rsquo;s assistants lifted the woman onto a gurney, covered her with a sheet, and strapped her onto the gurney. They wheeled her out, Bobby and the rest of the uniforms following her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;Reese looked out of the window and saw the officers making a path through the press to get her to the coroner&amp;rsquo;s van. &amp;ldquo;Amazing. They sure don&amp;rsquo;t waste any time.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;Charlie looked at all of the windows and at the locks on the door. &amp;ldquo;Doesn&amp;rsquo;t look like forced entry.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;Dani nodded her head and added, &amp;ldquo;No witnesses, called in on the anonymous tip line.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;It was Charlie&amp;rsquo;s turn to nod his head, &amp;ldquo;Tidwell won&amp;rsquo;t be happy.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;She shook her head in agreement, &amp;ldquo;Copy that.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;As they strapped themselves into the car, Dani realized that she wasn&amp;rsquo;t going to be able to let something go. She was just going to have to ask about it. &amp;ldquo;Okay, so I have to ask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;How did you know about her if you were in prison?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh. Um, the prison library actually has several subscriptions to a wide variety of several, um, magazines. Kitty Kat happened to be one of them. Also, when Constance took my case and started working on everything she demanded that I be given certain things. She made sure I had a copy of every issue of Kitty Kat that had been released since my arrest.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Right. Your lawyer, your &lt;i&gt;female&lt;/i&gt; lawyer, just demanded that you be given 12 years worth of porn? And anyway, they don&amp;rsquo;t allow that in prisons.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Actually they do.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;She glanced over at him. &amp;ldquo;Okay. So they allow it. And your attorney demanded that you have them?&amp;rdquo; she asked. Her eyebrows knitted together as she realized how high pitched her voice had become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;Charlie turned his head so he was looking out of his window and mumbled something that she couldn&amp;rsquo;t understand. She glanced over at him again. She could swear he was blushing! Her lips pulled up slightly at the corners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What was that, Crews?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I said,&amp;rdquo; he enunciated, &amp;ldquo;that I &lt;i&gt;may&lt;/i&gt; have mentioned something to her about missing my subscription when she asked me if there was anything else she could get me while I was waiting.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;ldquo;I see.&amp;rdquo; Dani just smiled and let Crews continue to look at the window. For once, Dani Reese got a nice quiet ride back to the station.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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