Catching Roses

Chapter 6- Jessica Holister's POV

  Oh, how predictable for them to dump the body near a high population of criminals.  Could make anyone a suspect.  Dissapointing, though.  Really wished they made it harder.
  I straightened my jacket, walking to the mailbox for just one moment, opening it.  Nothing but the usual- a rose and a note.  I retrieved the items, put the rose in it's proper place (a vase full of them in my room, on the dresser next to the lamp), put the letter in my pocket, and stepped out to look into the kitchen, sighing.
    Thank the lord for seran wrap.
  I contenued out, looking around.  Nothing has changed- same, boring designed apartments, full of people trying to either survive or avoid being caught.  The streets were empty other than an occasional stray dog or homeless person hiding from me.
  I growled at Antonio once I arrived.  It bothered me when people don't find the time it takes to get from one place to another.  "Seven minutes and 23 seconds, Antonio.  You're off." I scolded him.
    Of course, he only rolled his eyes.  It clearly doesn't matter.  
  However, I was slightly cheerful- the press wasn't here yet.  More for me to look at without flashing lights.
  The house was off white with a pale blue roof- hasn't been repainted in a while.  Bricks were chipped- weathering and poor maintenence.  However, the lawn and bushes were neat.  Flowers were dying- haven't been watered in 2 weeks.
  Inside, people were everywhere.  Flashing cameras pointed at useless information- looking for any obvious clues.
  Heel print next to the body- 6 and a half.  Different brand, however.  Body- once again, too torn up and eaten to identify.  No skin this time- they took the time to make sure it wasn't identifyable.   Again, a woman.
  Travel plans from the callender- buisnuess trip, but the conpany name and where to was smeared in blood.  I sighed, and went to the kitchen.
  Then there was the scent of a cigarettes.
   Instinctively I covered my nose, then went back to the corpse, kneeling down.  No signs of smoking.  Trashcans- no cigarette packages.  No ash was on the porch.  Looking closer- ash in the blood.
   "DID ANYONE FIND A CIGARETTE BUD!?" I shouted, looking around.  Everyone shook their heads.
   Antonio, however, had strolled in from a hall that had lead to the master bedroom, the guest bathroom, and bathroom.  "I did." He said, slightly proud of himself.  I sighed, grabbing the bagged bud from his hands.  "Good, now get a DNA sample off it and contenue looking for information that has a 76 percent of being useless." I ordered, looking around, taking a picture of it and handing it back.  He seemed almost disapointed, but it's natutal- technically I was authority and he seemed to be, what, slightly jealous?  Almost depressed?  I can never tell what anyone may be feeling.
  I bit my tounge- the cameras were getting on my nerves, and going outside would make it worse.  I was now unable to focus.
  Reminding myself to breath, I contenued looking around, hoping for any way to do so.
  And I found something that had caught my eye on the corpse.
    "Why is it allways women?"
  "What?" Joanna asked.
    "It's allways women, and the face is allways the most torn up part.  Usually attractive, slightly wealthy women, based off what I overheard about the crime scenes," I paused, looking around.  I did overhear earlier that they were also women- names I can't remember- and and the faces around me confirmed it. "and the faces are the most torn.  Usually jealousy ,but why?  Probably someone who's had relationship issues, but why act this way?  They finally have control over someone, and they're image of a relationship is so distorted they end up getting jealous, and they end up gaining so much control they force them to do horrendus things.."
  I paused, looking around.  Closing my eyes, I let my audio take over.
  Joanna was asking Antonio what the hell I was doing, and a breeze had started.   Footsteps of 12 different people- 16 in the house.  Press was here and wanting more information.  
  Next crime scene will have more information.
     I opened my eyes. "Joanna, next crime scene.  Antonio, send me the address."
  Joanna simply nodded and followed.