>>6238107>>6238147>>6238417"I didn't send anyone..." A sudden surge of energy has you sitting up in your bed. "Tell me about this guy, was he in uniform?"
"I'm not an idiot, Mark. He had the uniform and all the fixings, came in a cruiser, and he even knew some stuff only you could have told him."
"Like what?"
"That fight you got in when you were a kid, the one when your Nonno took you out for ice cream after. He knew your Mom's favorite record. Mark, he said you'd asked him to come out. Said you were worried about something happening since it was Halloween? He ended up leaving cause he just started a crazy nosebleed, we didn't even get a chance to send him home with some ziti."
"What was his name?" You ask quietly.
"Honey, what's going on?" Your mom asks in a shaky whisper.
"What was his name, Dad. Please tell me you remember."
"I remember it, Victor Rogers. always thought it was weird having two first names like that."
Your blood goes cold, your heart hammers in your ears, and your muscles tighten reawakening the dull pain from earlier. Your vision is stuck on a far wall as you run through it all. Every conversation, facial expression, every single off-comment, and gut instinct. The memory of the pure terror that you felt within the vision beneath the bed.
"Mark?" Your mom whispers.
Your father, sensing something wrong, offers her a comforting hand on her shoulder. The entire time Allison watches you with her own growing sense of unease.
"He's got his thinking face on, honey. Give him a second.."
"Allison, I need my phone." You mutter, one foot still in your own head. "I love you guys, but I need you to wait in the lobby for a little bit. Do not go home."
Your dad's face goes hard as you make eye contact. Nothing needs to be said, he simply nods his head and leans down to help your mom stand.
"C'mon, let's let Mark make a few phone calls."
"But.. Mark, what's wrong?"
"He'll fill us in later, come on." He urges gently, giving you a final look over his shoulder with only a glimmer of concern.
Allison puts the phone into your hand and shifts from foot to foot.
"Think maybe you could fill me in now?"
"The SIM Killer, the guy who's been in the news. I've been looking into him.."
"Oh no.."
"I think he was trying to send me a message..."
"What kind of message?" She asks meekly.
"I don't know.."
Your phone flickers to life and you find your fingers taking you to...
>Question and Huntress, Rogers crossed a line when he involved your family. If he had done anything to them... you won't give him the chance.>Hawthorne and Gray, this is still an active investigation so protocol would have you inform your superior officer and the lead Detective on the SIM case. Thankfully you have both their numbers.>SIM's Burner, the old number is burned into your memory. If he wants to talk so bad then you'll be the one to reach out. Take control, meet on your terms.>Write-In 