I love you so much
It was a quiet week-day morning. People were finding it hard to get back on their feet after all the festivities of the past weeks, all the caroling, the crazy impulse buying, all the eating and drinking to excess.
And love making.
Of this he tought as he entered the cathedral. The place was almost deserted, nobody at the back, some old ladies way up at the front near the main altar. He walked to the left aisle, slowly past the confessional and towards side where the statue of the Virgin Mary was. In front and protected by a wrought iron fence were rows of votive candles, most already lit, thanking the Virgin for favors rendered or asking for help.
And Julia, there, kneeling on the Prie-Dieu in front.
Beautiful Julia. Her face hidden by her long, flowing, shoulder length curly auburn hair.
Almost full secrecy as they were hidden from view by one of the huge marble columns. Checking again to make sure, he saw nobody around. He took out his knife, approached her stealthily and barely whispered "I love you, I love you so much'' as he grabbed her head, pulled it back and slit her throat before she could even utter a word, then left the way he came.
She was one of the rare tourists in town at this time of the year. As a catholic, she also made it a point of visiting a cathedral whenever she could. As she entered, she crossed herself, kneeled, and proceeded to the left aisle.
When she saw the pool of blood around the figure kneeling on the Prie-Dieu, she did not puke, scream or faint. She happened to be a medical doctor. As she drew nearer, it became obvious to her that the woman was dead. She took her phone, dialed emergency, then also took pictures, as they were always most hopeful for the police.
Inspector Cole and his team arrived on the scene within minutes.
Once they were allowed to thouch the victim, they were able to check her coat pockets, where they found her wallet.
''Victim's name is Julia Crawford, age 32. With an address nearby'' said sargent Payne. They walked out of the cathedral and walked the few blocks over to the address in question. An upscale area. Her building was comprised of thirty floors of most modern condos.. hers was on the fifteenth floor with a great view on the Royal Gardens.
While Coal took an overview, sargent Payne checked her office. A frame showing her law degree form a prestigious university. Also by the looks of the computers and other equipment, she did a lot of her work at home. The victim's phone was also on her desk. Probably left behind so that it would not buzz in her pocket while she was praying in the cathedral.
''Sargent, would you come here please".
''Yes sir'', she said as she walked over.
The inspector had taken a look in the bedroom, and more precisely in the walk-in closet, pushed aside some fancy designer clothes from high priced boutiques and, at the very back saw ornate curtains. Opening them, he saw all the paraphernalia used by the perfect Dominatrix.
''Doesn't seem to fit in with the way we found her at the cathedral, does it?''
''No sir, indeed, So where do we start?''
''If we're lucky we'll find a list of clients somewhere''.
''I found her phone on her desk. She has probably more on her computer, but we'll have to ask Jimmy back at the office. He'll be able to get her password.
Over the next week inspector Cole and sargent Payne met with many men who were rather ashamed that their secrets were now out in the open. More so, it seems, than shocked by the brutality inflicted on their Dominatrix.
''I'll tell you whatever you want, inspector, just make sure my wife hears none of this'' was the usual refrain from the married CEO, the professional accountant, the college professor...
But they were running around in circles until Jimmy finally found Sylvia's password and, upon viewing a few of the sites, spotted one where she kept the names of clients she feared and no longer wanted to see. He couldn't see why she had not transmitted this list directly to the police.
''Women will tolerate a lot in the name of love, even forgive and take back the husband who constantly beats them up. They tend to hit themselves on doorframes a lot, so I am not totally surprised by this'' said Payne.
Just then Cole's phone buzzed with a message from the M.E. Traces of blood not belonging to the victim were found on her coat and sent to the lab. He could expect results on his desk ''soonest'' as usual.
It was a few weeks later that Cole and Payne approached mark Davis at the construction site he was supervising
''Ha, I wondered how long it would take for you to get here''.
''You are not surprised?''
''No. I read aboutr Julia's death in the taboids. I 'm sure you know I was one of her clients''.
''Worse, sir, we found traces of your blood on her coat''.
''Oh, mye, That police record from the bar brawl years ago? hey, I admit. I went to her two days before she got killed. I brought her roses. Nasty thorns, you know'', said as he looked at Payne with tender eyes.
''So back to square, are we?'' Cole said as they were leaving the construction site.
''Not quite. We got the phone transcripts in. The one from Jonathan Frisk interests me especially.''
''Instinct, sir. Really. So, he texts her a lot. Even more than the usual client. Like a lovelorn puppy.''
''But his alibi is ironclad.''
''It looks like it. But his office is just around the corner from the cathedral, he would have had enough time to commit the deed and run back to his office in no time flat''
So with the help of a few constables they retraced the steps from the cathedral through the back alleys and were almost done when a constable shouted ''I got it'', holding the tip of the bloody knife with his gloved hand. Found at the bottom of a trash can.
Frisk was taken in, unable to stop saying that he just loved her so much.