As Dameon drove, thoughts raced through his mind like Mexican jumping beans. He couldn�t keep them straight. He pulled up to a red light and took a deep breath. �I can do this,� he muttered to himself. He pulled into a parking space and got out. He walked to door and pulled it open. Walking down the familiar corridor he caught the sent of coffee, French Vanilla coffee. He stopped in his tracks. �Maybe I can�t do this,� he gasped. �No! You have to do this. For Kara,� his mind told him. He put one reluctant foot in front of the other until he stood outside the door.
He stood there for what seemed like an eternity but was really about 2 minutes. He cautiously placed a trembling hand on the doorknob. Dameon tightened his grip and turned the knob. He slowly pushed open the door to reveal Tyler, sitting at his computer, checking email. A French Vanilla coffee sat on his desk. �Hey Red. You ok?� Tyler asked casually. �Why? Why did you do it?� he snarled. �Do what man?� his partner asked, standing up to face Dameon. �You killed my sister and I want to know why!� Dameon shouted. �What the hell are you talking about? I didn�t do anything,� Tyler said, his hands balling up into fists. �I know you killed her. I was driving back from the forensics building and I realized I wasn�t the first cop on the scene. You were,� Dameon breathed threateningly. �You don�t have proof,� Tyler said, taking a step back. �Oh yes I do. Give me your gun,� Dameon ordered, extending his hand. Tyler reluctantly turned over his firearm to his fiery-eyed partner. Dameon examined the gun and then looked at Tyler. �One shot�s been fired,� he said. �So,� Tyler retorted. �You haven�t been on a case since Kara�s death,� Dameon spat.
�Where�s your squad car?� he inquired. �You have no right to do this! You don�t have a warrant!� Tyler protested. �Where�s the car!� Dameon bellowed. Seeing that Dameon meant business, Tyler grabbed his keys and led the 23-year-old to his car. Dameon snagged the keys from Tyler�s hand and opened the passenger side door. There on the seat, was a large bloodstain. �How do explain that?� Dameon demanded, pointing at the spot. �I�I...I can�t,� Tyler mumbled. With that Dameon lost it. He grabbed Tyler by the shirt and thrust him against the concrete wall. �Why�d you do it!?� Dameon screamed. �I�I�I didn�t mean for her to die,� Tyler whimpered. �What?� Dameon breathed, releasing his grip on his partner. �I didn�t mean for her to die,� he said again. �What happened?� Dameon asked, his temper still fuming.
�I knew she was taking ice skating lessons through the town and I managed to find out what time and days. So that day, the 18th, I stopped by to see her. She looked so cute in her outfit. She was really good. I caught her attention and waved. She skated over to me,� he began. �She said �Hi Tyler. Whatcha doing here?�� Tyler continued. �I told her that you wanted me to pick her up because you were really busy. So she got her skates off and got her stuff together. I�d smiled at her and she�d returned it with one of her toothy grins. Once she was all ready, we�d headed out to my car. She was chatting about anything and everything. After a while she noticed that we�d missed the turn onto her street,� the frightened cop said, his voice shaking slightly. �She asked me where we were going but I didn�t tell her. We just kept driving. About 10 minutes later she�she started to freak out. I told her to quit it but she just wouldn�t shut up,� Ty added, tears flowing from his eyes. �She just kept saying, �Tyler, where are we going. We already passed the house,�� he managed as he wiped some of his tears away. �I was trying to make her shut up but I accidentally spilled my coffee on her leg. Needless to say she really started screaming. I couldn�t take it anymore. I�I just grabbed my gun and shot her,� he finished, his head in his hands. �Then I pulled over to a ditch on the highway and dumped her. I used one of her skates to slit her wrists and throat. Before I called 9-1-1, I put the skates back on her feet,� the man sobbed.
Dameon had heard enough. He didn�t care that Tyler was his partner. He was supposed to be his friend. �Well friends don�t go around kidnapping friend�s sisters and then murdering them,� he thought. �Wh-what were you planning on doing to her before you killed her?� Dameon croaked. �You don�t understand. She was just so perfect and trusting. I just---,� Tyler stammered. �You just what!?� Dameon boomed. �I just wanted to show her what it meant to really be loved,� he finished. �You wanted to have sex with my twelve year old sister!� Dameon howled. �That�s it!� Dameon�s mind screeched. Dameon grabbed Tyler by the arm and flung him violently at the wall. He landed on the ground with a loud �thud�. Tyler clamored to his feet only to be knocked down again as Dameon punched him hard in the stomach. This continued for 15 long, painstaking minutes. Tyler was bleeding from several deep wounds and Dameon was breathing hard. �I�m going to have you arrested you dirty little---,� Dameon seethed. �Dameon stop!� Kevin yelled. The 23-year-old spun around to face the coroner. �What!� he breathed. �Seeing as you have a conflict of interest here, I�ve called in Officer Sharon to arrest Tyler. You�ll still get the credit for solving the case,� Kevin assured him. �Ok,� Dameon nodded. After one last look at Tyler, Dameon left.