Catching Roses

Chapter 4- Jessica Holister's POV

  Suspects so far: an abusive person who is high in buisnuess, while the other one disapeared without a trace.  
  Coffee stain was on the table- 3 weeks old and was never cleaned up.  Why would nobody see her in 3 weeks?  Travel papers- must mean she'd be out.
    "I need her calender.  And her travel route."  I muttered.
  "I'm sorry?" Joanna questioned.
    "Calender and travel route.  Her calender was in the dining room and I never saw it."  I confirmed, scrolling through my phone.  I had taken several pictures while we had been there, in case the flash had caught something I hadn't.
   Apartment was around the corner, 1.4 miles away from the crime scene.  Surrounded with crime.  Drug dealer across the street.  Nice man, becides the fact he lives with a pedophile.  I'll point it out later.  The pedophile is also abusive towards me- quite annoying.  Next time I'll shoot him.
  I entered my apartment to see Ms. Smith annoyed at me.  She strolled up to me, her aging face glaring knives at me.  Her scarf was a colorful red, matching her dress.  
  "Jessica Holister!  What have I told you about shooting at the wall!" She shouted at me.
  I blinked, confused.  "Whats wrong with shooting at the wall?" I asked, conpletely confused.
  Joanna gave me an odd look, and Ms. Smith was infiriated.  "Because it's against the law!" Ms. Smith screamed at me.
  "Not if its part of my job.." I muttered, trying to get past her. Sadly, she has the advantage being smaller and blocked me.
  "It's against the law either way.." Joanna piped in.
"Shush, you."  I snapped at her.   Joanna gave me a blank stare of confusion, and I finally was able to walk into my apartment.
  Most would call the place a mess- books and papers were scattered everywhere, the wallpaper tearing.  There were even more on the table.  In all reality, it was organized.  By crime, date, and importance.   The only one untouched was in a few boxes in my room.
    "Jesus, this place is a-"
  "Don't." I interupted, laying down on the couch.  She looked around, sighing.  She eyed the fridge and then sat down.
    "Food is in the fridge." I noted, getting my phone out
   "Thanks." She smiled, standing and going into the kitchen carefully, as if avoiding a landmine from all the papers.
   Picture of little relivence, little need...
    Son of a bitch.
  "WAIT THERES SOMETHING IN THE FRIDG-" I realized, throwing my phone down and running into the kitchen, forgetting I had left a corpse's limbs in the fridge.
  "Sorry.." I muttered to the stunned solder, directing her to the chair.
  This is gonna be really conplicated, hard, and negative for both of us.