Drop Dead Gorgeous

Drop Dead Gorgeous

            “Thanks for taking me out tonight. I had a really nice time. I haven’t been out in a while,” Lisa said with a smile.

            “I had a good time too. I’ll see you tomorrow,” answered Roger Doon, her new boyfriend.

            “Good night.”

            With a kiss good night Lisa slipped into her apartment. She had so much fun tonight and couldn’t wait until tomorrow. Roger always makers her so happy. They were originally friends, but she felt tonight things changed for the better. In the midst of her thoughts she heard a gunshot and Rogers scream. She ran out to find Roger on the ground bleeding. He held his abdomen to stop the pain. She dialed 9-1-1 as fast as she could.

            “I’m not letting him take you from me too,” she mumbled to herself.

            When the authorities arrived the medics had already taken Roger to the hospital.

            “Miss, my name is Officer Julie LeCompte and this is my partner…”

            “My name is Officer Doug Howard. But you can call me Doug,” he said as he pushed past Julie. 

            Julie just sneered at Doug. “I’m sorry for his behavior. He’s like a little kid. So as I was saying before I was interrupted; could you explain how you know the victim and what happened?”

            “His name is Roger Doon. He’s my boyfriend,” Lisa paused and ever so slightly glanced at Roger, but he got the hint. “He had just left my apartment when I heard the gunshot so I came rushing out. That’s when I found him by the elevator holding his stomach. Will he be alright?”

            “He’ll be fine. He will need to stay at the hospital for a couple days. What’s your name miss?” answered Doug.

            “Lisa Smith. Why do the people I love always get hurt?” Lisa sobbed.

            “Has this happened before?” asked Julie.

            “Yes, but worse. They usually don’t make it. It’s happened to my last three boyfriends. Not including Roger. It started after I broke up with Henry.”

            “What happened between you and Henry? Not to get personal I just need to get this information,” Doug asked.

            “No, no I understand. He was abusive. We had gotten pretty serious, then his father died and he started to drink. They were very close. I tried to help him with the pain, but everything I tried failed.”

            “Why didn’t you report anything?” Lisa asked.

            “I didn’t want to say anything. I was scared. Ever since I broke up with him he’s kept calling me. Until I told him that I would call the cops if he called me again. I haven’t heard from him since. I don’t mean to sound impatient but I would really like to go see Roger,” Lisa barely choked out his name. You could hear the guilt she felt in her raspy voice.

            “What’s Henrys last name? We need it to search for him,” Julie explained.

“Asuto.”

“Ms. Smith you know their deaths weren’t your fault,” Doug said as he caught her arm.

“Then why do I feel so guilty?” she rushed out to the stairs.

“She seemed upset,” Doug said blankly.

“Wow Doug,” Julie just walked away.

“What? What’d I say?” he asked as he followed Julie.

Completely ignoring Doug’s ignorance she started talking to the crime scene investigators. “What’d we find?”

“Just blood. Well not just because there’s a lot. It’s most likely only the victims. You should collect the bullet at the hospital. Oh, we also found a gray hair.”

“Good work. Bag it and bring it to the lab.”

“What did I say Juls?” asked Doug.

            “Doug it’s sad that you need to even ask. We need to go to the hospital and get the bullet.

___________________ST. MARY’S HOPSPITAL___________________

            “We’re here to see Roger Doon,” Doug told the receptionist as he flashed his badge.

            “He’s in room B127,” she answered.

            “Thanks.”

            When they arrived at Roger’s room he had just gotten back from surgery, he was sleeping and Lisa was by his side. She looked up and walked over to Julie and Doug.

            “He’s tired, He doesn’t need to be questioned right now,” she whispered.

            The doctor walked in the room.

            “I’m assuming you’re looking for this,” he held a small container with the bullet in it. “We should probably step outside.”

            The doctor walked out of the room with Doug and Julie closed behind They all looked into Roger’s room. The air was thick with grief.

            “It’s a .45 mm bullet and it gave this poor man a lot of pain. He got lucky it missed all of his organs. There was an angel looking after him,” said the Doctor.

            “Thank you doctor,” Julie took the bullet and out it in her coat pocket. “When do you think he’ll be well enough to answer some question?”

            “He should be up in a couple hours but you should wait until tomorrow to ask any questions.” They all turned to look in the room. Lisa hadn’t taken her eyes off of Roger.

            “People say they lover each other all the time here. I’ve never seen love like this woman has for that man.”

            Everyone could agree with that.

            “Thanks again doctor. We need to get back to the lab, but keep us updated,” whispered Doug, Even though he was out of the room he felt the need to be quiet.

            They got to the lab and ran different tests on the bullet. The hair they had found had already had its tested done.

            “Ok, get this. The hair you found belongs to Mary Smith. Lisa’s mom,”

Amy, the forensic scientist, exclaimed.

            “Good job Amy,” Doug said as he followed Julie out.

            “Wait!” It was too late Julie and Doug were already gone.

            Doug and Julie went back to the hospital where they found Lisa still sitting by Roger. He hadn’t woken up yet. Lisa looked up again to see Julie and Doug standing at the window yet again.

            “What do you guys need now?” you could hear the frustration in her voice. It was still raspy from crying.

            “We found a hair at the crime scene. It belongs to your mother,” said Doug.

            “My mother? She visits me all the time. So does my father. I guess next you’re going to tell me that my father shot him. This is just ridiculous!” Lisa was yelling.

            “Lisa,” a weak voice came from the room.

            “Now look what you people did,” Lisa quickly went back to Roger’s side.

            “What does she mean by you people she was the one yelling,” Doug said.

            “Doug.” Just saying his name and one glare from Julie he knew to be quiet. They stayed outside the room watching the couple hug and kiss. Julie knew Lisa’s bitterness toward Doug and herself were was just her being worried. A couple minutes later Roger fell asleep again. Lisa seemed calmer and more reassured when she came back to speak to Lisa and Doug.

            “If you want to know who the killer is you should go question my lunatic ex-boyfriend Henry Asuto.” Lisa turned and left to be with Roger.

            “Well let’s go find Henry,” Julie said.

            When they returned to head quarters Amy was there waiting for them.

            “Guys, I need to tell you something important!” she exclaimed.

            “Not now Amy. Julie and I have a good lead on the case.”

            “Its imp… Ok just keep walking that’s cool, I was done!” Amy was shouting the last part.

            “After searching the name Henry Asuto only a few came up in the database. When they searched within the city only one came up. He had died from a drunk driving accident. They printed out a picture and the date of his death to show Lisa.

            “Well there goes suspect one,” said a very disappointed Julie.

            “Yeah, we need to go tell Lisa what we found,” Doug added.

            AS they began to walk towards the door Amy barged in.

            “WAIT! I need to tell you something important. The bullet you found, well the bullet that the doctor pulled out of Roger had a fingerprint etched into it.”

            “Why was there a fingerprint etched in a bullet?” asked Julie.

            “When you load a gun your fingerprints get on the bullet. If you’re around a lot of sodium or eat a lot of sodium that comes off on your fingerprint. When you load a gun with your salty fingers then fire the gun it super heats the sodium in the fingerprint and etches it into the bullet. Like a little signature,” Amy sounded very proud of herself.

            “Amy aren’t you forgetting to tell us something?” Julie reminded her.

            “Oh yeah! Duh! The fingerprint belongs to Jeffrey Smith, Lisa’s dad. His fingerprints were in the system from a joy ride he took when he was 17.” Amy looked up and both Julie and Doug were gone. “I hate when they do that.”

            Racing back to the hospital Doug almost crashed three times. There by Roger’s bed Lisa still sat. This time she was accompanied by her parents.

            “Jeffrey and Mary Smith you are under arrest for attempting to murder Roger Doon,” Doug stated.

            “WHAT?!” Lisa yelled.

            “We were only trying to protect you. We didn’t want to see you get hurt again,” Mary told Lisa.

            “So you killed my past boyfriends and almost killed Roger?! How do you think I feel now? How could you?!”

            Doug took Jeffrey and Mary to the car while Julie explained to Lisa. She also told her that Henry had died and that she never had to go through this pain ever again.

            A few days later Roger was well enough to get out of the hospital. He went to trial with Lisa. The sentence ended up being life in prison for three counts of murder and one count of attempted murder.