She had left the club, where she worked, at about 3am in the morning. Declining, an escort, to, her apartment that was a walk for her, of  about twenty minutes.

JJ as she was known was used to the walk. This morning was dark, damp and eerie. A lot of  moonlit shadows dancing across the concrete on the building site she passed that was on her left.

The night watchman Jake, was known to her AND was a reguar customer of the club favouring a female called
Yan Ying, from Thailand.  Sometimes, he was around, to wave at her, but this morning, was he, in his cabin?

She ventured cautiously, onto the newly laid concrete, some days old and, well hardened; to tap on the door

The girls, had an agreement amongst themselves, to check on him mostly as a favour for Ying.
He was reasonably healthy for his age BUT, she had told them, he tended to skip his meals? 
They could stop, have a tea or coffee with him before heading home.

Always pleasant, bright and it was always a pleasure to see him as she neared her apartment.
Stalkers could be a problem. If they saw Jake they would tend to stop following the girl or girls.

The cabin door was slightly ajar. She pulled it opened and stepped inside to see the body of Jake flat out on the floor. DEAD? Moving closer she could see his face and it bore the mask of death.

He had been stabbed several times. Blood splattered across him, across the floor and he had put up quite a fight.  The palms of his hands had been slashed in the attack.

She screamed...

It was almost 5am, when the relief night watchman Markus, turned up to UNLOCK the cabin door? Normally the door was never locked!  The dead body of Jake with the blood, the stab wounds almost freaked him out.

Stepping out to use his mobile phone, the dark damp eerie morning shadows.

He stared around as he was talking to the local police. The outline of a ‘female’?

He shifted closer to now see it almost in its entirety. JJ !

What the ?

The police, were listening
as he conveyed, what he was now seeing. Soon they too would be experiencing the same horrors.

Both of them, had been stabbed several times. BOTH of them, had put up some resistance, but to no avail. JJ had no real chance to defend herself, Viciously stabbed from behind. Throat cut and dragged out onto the concrete a short distance from the cabin.

The trail of blood became more apparent as daylight took over. JJ had been dragged out onto the concrete her ‘pants’ ripped open as thought the intention, was to sexually assault her?

Disturbed, by the arrival, of Markus? No doubts, when he, had entered the cabin, to discover, the first body and, raised the alarm. Moving outside, the murderer, must have seen him, talking to the police?

The metal bar in his hand?  He was taking no chances in case the murderer was still around. The iron bar, would smash, the hand or hands, of any would be attacker, with a blade?

It was difficult for the police to continue to collect evidence?. The site, was soon, full of workers, watching as the bodies were taken away? Blocking them as they forced them to go around them?

Luckily the foreman soon arrived to clear the area and assign the workers to a new nearby project thus finally clearing the site for the police and detectives to continue gathering evidence.

The torn panties, from JJ, had blood on them. It could have been, where she had in her final moments, gripped them to leave them in her hand, to stop the assailant, from ripping them off her, OR the murderers blood?

Forensics would show, she had not been raped. The tear between her legs, had left her open. The knickers, puled forwards and, the blade had slashed the sides, to tear the panties out BUT, she had gripped them so tightly, he had fled leaving them in her hand. ..

Evan had been visitng the club, not as a punter but to arrange a music event that would shortly take place there? The news was not long in reaching them re JJ.

A very popular and, well loved female. Evan, had met her before and, was now genuinely, joining them all, in sharing their ‘grief’.  “We need someone to tell her family, well actually just her sister. The rest of her family, were klled in a car crash, by some drunken b’stard, who was never caught?

It would seem that Evan was the best choice rather than the police who were less than keen to do that. Foreigners, meant they, had to bring in interpreters, would have the grieving relatives to deal with.

Nah. good ole Evan would do it for them.

If he had access to the full autopsy reports he was a little slow in actually taking in the content from it. The train journey, of several hours, allowed him, to read it, digest it along with, his coffee and two croissants.

Halfway through, on the munching, of the second croissant, he paused to gather his thoughts. THIS report, was sounding VERY much, like ones he had read re the murders in the UK?

Steven had given him, all of the reports, on file, that he, was now looking at on his laptop. The more he looked at them the more he was convinced this was the same killer.

So he had fled from Rome to here? But why kill the night watchman? The female OK, but WHY the night watchman? HE had been killed before JJ so it did not make sense.

Arriving at his destination he had decided to book into the hotel, sign in at the desk and rest up in his room for a while.

The room was spacious. A surprise for the norm being usually anything but. The shower area was a welcome sight. He was soon stripped and relaxing in its stream of hot water.

Invigorated he left the shower, naked to grab towel. Then he almost fell over. SHE was stood watching him. Running her tongue over her lips.

Room service? He had NOT made any arrangements usually with the head porter, for such. NOT that he was complaining; she was stunning.

The towel passed to him, she waited as he wrapped it around himself and sat down. She had made some tea and was sat opposite him sipping on it.

“JJ.” she paused to place the cup onto the saucer. “Was my sister. A very VERY special sister. WE are, or were, TWINS.”

 More sips from her tea, before he put his cup down, handed he,r the autopsy report, which she threw onto the table.

“Not interested in that. I KNOW, that you KNOW, far more re who killed my sister. “ She shifted to stand, move across to his laptop. Sat in front  of it she read out  the names of the other girls?

“I am Samantha Jaeger. I own Jaeger international, a womans lingerie and other alternative clothing including dildos, whips, chains...

I AM a multi millionairess. I will NOT stop finding that murdering b’stard and I have it on good authority from .. ‘Steven’ in the UK that you are one of the best re clear thinking, capable.” She stopped ran her tongue over her lips..

“I KNOW YOU are more than capable.” She  moved closer to him. “To helping me hunt down and take my revenge on that murderous b’stard.” Her hand slid beneath his towel.

“NOW, lets discuss, the terms and conditions, of this manhunt; shall we..
I can see
YOU, are definitely UP for it.”