“Prom Night and Red Roses”
Ten Years Earlier
It was her prom night. Prom night, oh so long ago. Jordan was dressed in clothes so wildly unfamiliar to her…and to her character. A red silk dress, a sexy lace slip underneath and thigh high stockings. Not so classically she wore dress boots with it, heels weren’t so much her style. She wore a wreath of little red roses in her hair and a class ring upon her finger. It was Marcus’ class ring and tonight they were going to senior prom together. And although it was nothing like her, Jordan was madly, deeply in love, with Marc. Tonight was to be the night she would tell Marc of her feelings for him. Earlier she had talked to Alex on the phone. She had really needed Alex tonight. That knowing, sweet voice had assured her that it was the right thing to do, telling Marc. And she felt completely confident after talking to her Alex.
Even though Alex had been there for Jordan…assuring her of what to say to Marc…he had really wanted to tell Jordan that she should tell Marc to go f*** himself. But Alex knew that this was nowhere near the right time to reveal his own feelings for Jordan. So, in turn he reluctantly told her just what she wanted to hear from her best friend.
The prom had been all that Jordan had hoped for and then some. Their high school gym had been transformed into a beautiful outdoors springtime look. The theme, springtime in blossom. Flowers hung down from the ceiling and beautiful vased arrangements were upon all the tables. Everything was perfect and yet she had still kept her feelings hidden from Marc. As always, tonight like any other, all the girls envied her. She had the right dress, the right date…and all was great in her little world. Or so they all thought. As she danced with Marc, she could feel the other girls’ eyes upon her. Why did they all want to be her? In Jordan’s mind, she was nothing really special. Certainly not someone to be jealous of. Jordan was puzzled as to why. In truth Jordan down-played her own looks and qualities that were enviable…so of course it was a mystery to her.
Later that night she and Marc had driven out to lover’s cove and now he seemed distant. As if he wasn’t even there with her. “Um Jordan…Jordan look…this isn’t working out. Actually I’ve been dishonest with you. In the beginning, I started dating you, to get back at Gail. She had hurt me and I wanted to hurt her. Well…it worked. Gail’s jealous…very jealous. And well she finally asked me to go out with her again. And um…” His voice strained, he didn’t look Jordan in the eyes. “…she says she’s um…pregnant. It’s mine…my kid. Look Jordan, I really like you and I am sooo sorry.”
Jordan couldn’t hold back her tears. She avoided looking him in the eyes and bolted from his car. She ran as far as she could, of the entire two miles home. She thought to herself now, just how much she’d like to tell Marcus to go f*** himself. But all Jordan wanted now, all she truthfully needed now was her best friend, her Alex.
After remembering just who Marcus Katts was, Jordan was pulled harshly back into reality. “So, um…I guess you married Gail after all, huh?” She stammered. Jordan knew her words were nowhere near appropriate, but her feelings of betrayal from the past, had made her falter. Jordan truly did not know what in the hell she should say to this man next. What would happen should she become bitter and cold towards him and his wife? No! She was here on business and nothing more. Jordan’s past had to be put aside and the detective in her must deal with Mr. and Mrs. Katts.
Marcus now looked deeply into Jordan’s eyes. He then spoke. “What um…brings you here?” Jordan was a little shocked that she’d been right and the Katts’ truly hadn’t been informed of their son’s death. They didn’t realize Jordan was here on business. Aside from her shock, Jordan couldn’t help but notice that Marc hadn’t changed at all. He was somewhat tall 5’9”, with brown eyes and dusky blond hair. He was built average, not overly muscular. Looking into his eyes now, he was still the same man who had broken her heart, ten years earlier.
Jordan took one last long hit of her cigarette and dropped it to the ground, only half smoked. With her boot she grounded out the cigarette the way she always did when nervous. “May I come inside?” She then asked. “Of course.” Gail had replied in return with a nervous glance to the detective. Stepping into their home Jordan then spoke again. “First of all, it is Detective Kade…” she said having flashed them her badge at this point. Then continuing to speak, “And well, could you have a seat, both of you?” They did as Jordan requested and only then did Jordan go on. “I regret having to tell you and having to be the one to tell you…well…” Before Jordan could finish her thought, Gail interrupted her. “You’ve found him…haven’t you? You’ve found Christopher?” “Please God…please…” Marcus uttered at this point.
It was at this time that Jordan’s head dropped and she then replied, “Yes…we’ve found him. We found your son.” “He’s not…not?!…not that?! No!” Marcus asked in shock as Gail then collapsed into his arms and began to sob. With her head still hung low Jordan nodded silently. Only then to say, “I’m afraid he’s gone.”
Later once things became more calmed, Jordan began to question the Katts’. “Who would or might want to harm Christopher?” She asked first. “No one.” Came the reply. Suddenly Marc spoke, “He was a good boy. Well-liked…popular really.”
Jordan later came to find that Christopher had run away two years earlier and that it was not the first time he’d run off. It seemed that their son had found out that he was adopted and ran away one last time. Adopted it made sense…Marc wasn’t old enough to have a teenaged son. She thought to herself. With these conclusions Jordan had no clue as to who would have murdered Christopher Katts. Or his girlfriend Jill. And yet next Jordan would dig into Jillian’s life.
Jillian Adams was sixteen and had lived only three doors down from the Katts home. Ironically she had never run off from home until Chris. One year earlier Jill had run off as well. Just one year prior to being found murdered alongside Christopher Katts. Jillian’s parents had just been informed of their daughter’s death one hour before Jordan had arrived at their home. Jill’s parents spoke fondly of Christopher. Telling of the friendship Jill and Chris had shared since the age of ten, having attended the same elementary school, junior high and then high school. They had been dating for nearly three years and were considering marriage. “So why then was the young man attempting to break your daughter’s heart?” Jordan asked revealing only that there was a break up note found. “The Katts’…they disliked Jill. She wasn’t good enough for their son. So Chris made up things to push her away.” Jill’s mother replied.
After visiting the Adams’, Jordan was intrigued about this case. True, this was not the first murder and it was a serial killer at work. But still…she was truly intrigued. Driving to the precinct, Jordan stormed in slamming doors behind herself. With all eyes on her, she said this, “Listen up boys! You fucked up…and before you ask, no I did not cover your sorry asses! Next time I’m the one to inform parents of their loss…you all better bet I’ll have your jobs!” Without another word Jordan left just the way she’d arrived. This case could truly drive her over the edge if she let it. Was it a coincidence that this murder involved people from her past? She didn’t know. Once again familiar lyrics came into her head. “And I’d give up forever to touch you. ‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow. You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be.
And I don’t want to go home right now.” Another song wildly familiar to her and it was truly engraved into her mind’s eye. As was the case with Alex.
Jordan could still remember crying on Alex’s shoulder the very night Marc had dumped her. And as always, Alex was there for her. He had all the right things to say to her. He made her laugh so hard it felt as if she couldn’t remember what she’d even been crying over. But Alex wasn’t here now. He had seemingly abandoned her. Once fifteen years earlier he had left her here alone. And then drifted right back into her life just before prom. Then five years after prom he was gone again and this time he had not returned yet.
Alex could still see her so clearly in his mind’s eye. She was tall, all legs and plenty of body at 5’9”. Her short blonde hair shone brightly in the sun. Then there were her eyes…dark blue, mystifying and beautiful. She always wore black eye shadow and mascara that made her eyes that much more noticeable and dark but inviting. Alex knew no one person quite like her. And unbeknownst to Jordan, he had always loved her from afar. She intrigued him, turned him on in ways no other woman had, and he felt a unique love for her. And he could not sleep at night because of this. Most of his nights were full of tossing and turning. After he had consoled her the night of senior prom, they had become even closer. They hung out more often in school for their last year of high school and every summer.
Every summer they would go swimming together. Alex could still envision her in her butterfly bikini. That barely there bikini she would wear, that showed the beauty of her busty, slender, curvy…oh so sexy body. When they swam together she would cling to him in the deep end of her pool, and would squeal and scream if he was to let go of her. So Alex would wrap her arms around his neck and hold her in his arms above the water, twirling her round and round.
Together they would talk of all the things they always had. As if they weren’t clinging onto one another the way lovers would. Just holding onto her, he felt as if she were his. Yet she was not. They teased and talked as lovers did…and yet that was as far as Jordan had let things go. Mere flirtations. Holding her body so close, made him want her so. All the teasing and flirting would make Alex’s mind go to all the things he wanted to do to and with her. To kiss her in places she’d never been kissed. To touch her in all the places no one had touched.
And here he was now, a spacious loft apartment. Sound carried well here. There was very little in the way of furniture and boxes of things scattered around. It was obvious to say the place lacked a lived in feeling. More along the lines it took on the feeling of a transition period in a person’s life. Looking almost as if someone were moving in or just about to move out, when in reality the current tenant had been here for quite a long run. All of a sudden a voice interrupted his reverie into the past. “Who has your mind today?” May asked as she sat in his lap. “No one…really.” “Yeah…mmmhmmmn…would that no one just happen to be Jordan?!” She asked raising her voice, it booming through the loft. She then lowered her voice to ask, “Or…could you possibly be thinking of me?” Alex’s voice became low and seductive yet teasing as he moved May off his lap. “A little from column A…a little from column B.” he said. May abruptly walked away from Alex pissily.