by Emily Ford
An hour later, the Detective and Johnny observe their only lead.
“Who’s the woman?” Johnny says. He’s at his desk watching the video footage from the parking garage, the Detective watching over his shoulder. “Do you think it’s Rose?”
“It’s too hard to tell for sure. All we see is her leaving. We never see her face from this angle. Have you found her yet?”
“No. Apparently she left her apartment building this morning, and we don’t have a new location for her yet.”
“If the woman in this video is Rose, she’s got some explaining to do. She was in the van with the killer. He murders two of her husband’s men, then lets her go. That tells me she’s involved.”
“Man,” Johnny says, sighing as he leans back in his office chair. “That just doesn’t make sense. If that’s her, what is she doing with this Black Jester guy?”
“I think she’s part of this, but our main task now Johnny is to get an APB out on this guy. Let’s get his picture plastered all over the place, newspapers, TV, everywhere. I want the public to be on the lookout for this guy. We gotta stop him before he kills again.”
“We’ll get the word out. And I’ll find Rose,” Johnny says quietly. He pulls out his cell phone and sends a text before getting to work on the APB.
