Necropolis: Chapter I Part II Flashback!

The bed is warm and Nero does not want to crawl out of the divine warmth to close the window even if the cold air is making him burrow down deeper into the over stuffed soft pillow and comforter of his bed. At his back he can feel the familiar warmth of Lilith his lovely wife his heart of hearts. He hears her slow shallow breathing and quiet murmurs of distant dreams. Ok. Ok, he thinks, “I’m up for Christ sake.” The cold was bad, but the light drizzle of rain was the last straw to finally arouse him enough to do the dreaded deed. In the distance thunder approaches like a locomotive, the storm, Nero thinks is moving fast. Reluctantly, throwing off the covers in irritation, Nero climbs nimbly out of bed. He fumbles in the dark, follows blindly the cold wind coming through the window, just as his hand comes to rest on the sill, there is a noise so quiet, all most not heard. Well-polished floorboards give up a dry cry. This draws him out of his stupor in a rush; years of police work and training have sharpened his senses and now he knows there is danger, someone is inside. Sheet lighting illuminates the room in a blinding, but almost silent flash, except for the rumble in its aftermath. Ghosts of the room haunt him behind his eyes as Nero’s mind races. He knows all police residents are secret, but his first thought is of the serial murder he has been tracking; a sick perp that had no clear MO. Except, he likes to break into homes to commit his sick act of religious murder. Added to that, fact that Detective Vanderhoek (Nero's partner at the time) had just turned up major a lead as to the possible identity of the murder, Nero knows the perp. is aware of his meddling. Alarms go off in his head, the possibilities; the killer may know his home. This would have been a laughable thought if the information he had not uncovered had political and governmental implications of lost identities. Hundreds of names address stolen via the Internet.

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