Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

father, his partner killed my mother I-” she was breathless, in shock and
clearly replaying last night’s events in her head. “Valentina was alone
upstairs, she was waiting for me, I’m all she has and- and…” she wiped her
tears vehemently. “I took the knife, and I stabbed him before he could stab
me. Right in the throat.”
She looked like a warrior, the glint in her eyes was one of a survivor. She
had done what many people would have cowered from, she fought back. I
was mad she had to do it, but proud that she saved herself and her sister
without thinking about it twice.
“It’s okay, Sofia. It was self-defense, we know that. Any court of law
would know that.” Adam reassured her but she shook her head.
“I didn’t stop there though, I pulled the knife out, and I remember his
blood spraying me so vividly, it’s almost like I can still taste it on my
tongue.” Her face was one of disgust. “He fell to the ground but I stabbed him
again. And again, and again, and fucking again.” She pursed her lips. “I just
couldn’t stop, I was so scared I hadn’t killed him enough. That he was not
truly dead and would wake up and take my life or worse— that he would hurt
Valentina.” Her hand was still in mine, and she was grabbing me so hard I
swear she would draw blood. I didn’t mind.
Adam was still taking notes, but I was incapable of moving, totally in
awe of the woman in front of me. It was a really morbid fascination, I’ll give
you that, but her strength of mind just amazed me.
Still, something bothered me about this whole story. Why would two
random men— one of which was presently being examined at the morgue,
bother breaking into the mayor’s house and not steal anything of value. And
why the fuck did they kill Marcella and Jack Raymond so fucking harshly.
Anyone that knew anything about the psychology of murder knew that knives
meant personal— unless they’re a last resource like for Sofia.
Jack Raymond was stabbed twelve times, in the torso at that, meaning
whoever killed him looked at him while doing so. Sofia told the officers last
night that both men wore ski masks, so it meant they didn’t care for Jack to
recognize them before dying.