Part Whatever of the Detective White Series
|The crude tattoo of a dagger dipped in blood with two drops dripping from its point was on his left bicep. Mickey traced it with her finger. Gage found her light touch on his arm alluring.
"What's this?" she asked.
"A relic from my misspent youth," answered Gage. He met Mickey at a club. She was gorgeous; he was drawn to her sexy dance moves and wicked sense of humor. Afterwards, he invited her over for drinks; now, they were relaxing on his couch, intoxicated and mellow after beers and shots of Jack. Gage was looking forward to the possibility of getting to know her more intimately as the night went on.
"Every tattoo has a story. What's yours?"
"I was in a gang as a teenager."
Mickey began to feel a shiver down her spine. She swallowed hard, "So, that would have been like, ten or fifteen years ago?"
"Yeah, something like that."
"It's amazing the red of the blood is still fairly vivid on such an amateurish looking tattoo. Do the drops mean anything?" Her heart began to beat faster. She already knew the answer, but she needed him to say it.
"Did you know them?"
He shrugged, "Some dude and chick getting out of a red Mustang. I needed to do two kills to get in. Hell, they didn't even know what hit 'em."
"Please tell me you got that!" she yelled.
All at once, the front door was kicked open by the police who were waiting outside. They apprehended Gage, who was initially perplexed, but, realized too late that there is no statute of limitations when it comes to murder. When they escorted him out, he asked her, "Who are you, really?"
"Officer Michaela Harrison. Those people you killed were my parents."