Red Silk Murders Episode 7

(Vital Sign Machine beeping)

Everything went dark, but he could hear Claire faintly calling his name. He heard what sounded like doctors yelling out his vitals. He felt pressure on his arm, a squeeze that made him feel like his veins were going to explode. He had a flashback of Claire and remembering being in her apartment. He heard a whisper in the darkness and could suddenly feel his senses awaken. Although he couldn’t move or open his eyes, somehow he sensed everything around him. He heard the whisper again. He wasn’t sure if it was in his head or someone by his bedside. He heard it again and concentrated on making out its words. He focused and cleared his mind enough to hear it, and realized it was his name being spoken by a man. It sounded familiar, but couldn’t tell if it sounded like himself. He saw flickers of light as if caused by a movie projector. He saw Claire standing by a bar with a pink coral dress. Adam wasn’t sure if he was just fantasizing about her. He saw people dancing, drinking, and laughing. He saw the reflection of a sign and was finally able to make out the words: Black Capricorn. Adam quickly realized that it was a memory. He remembered Claire telling him about Black Capricorn. He could feel his heart race and the vital sign machine confirming its pace. The scene changed and showed him having sex with Claire and saw his hand reach for something near his belt. The scene changed again and he was behind Claire over a desk, but in a different room. Her hair seemed longer and lighter. He put his hands on the corner of the writing desk. As the scene played in his head, something in the memory caught his eye. He looked towards a dresser and tried to see what it was. He focused and saw the picture clear— it was Samantha. Adam suddenly felt a sense of dread and could feel his heart drop with fear.
Adam: No… this is not possible…

As he realized that he was experiencing a memory, the more he remembered. He saw a flash and saw himself grab Samantha by the neck with a knife in his hand. He couldn’t bare the memory and tried to think of something else. He tried to guide his thoughts to good memories. Although there wasn’t many, he tried to change his thoughts. He couldn’t accept the idea that he was the one who murdered Samantha. He tried to think of the time he went to Mexico, a small village in Oaxaca. The girl he met there was kind and soft spoken. Suddenly he heard a voice loud in his mind, which shook his brain like a tremor ripping through the earth.


He saw flickering light and stood standing in a room. His room that he had when he was a little boy. Adam felt afraid and turned to see himself as a boy in the corner of the room crying. He looked at his bed and remembered the dingy bed sheet that was covered in cowboy hats, boots, and lassos. The wooden panels of the walls were worn and had dark spots that could be said how old the tree was, when they cut it down. He turned to the little boy and remembered exactly what day it was. He felt sick to his stomach. He approached the boy and tried to put his hand on his shoulder, but it went right through him. He watched the boy lift his head, and both he and the boy looked at the door. He saw a red headed woman open the door and behind her stood a round, sweaty, bald man.

Red Headed Woman: Here’s the little shit. You know it’s going to cost you more.

Sweaty Man: I know. How’s fifty?

Red Headed Woman: Fifty?! You gotta be fucking kidding me?

Sweaty Man: Come on Sylvia, I ain’t got nothing else.

Adam watched the woman think for a moment and sighed.

Sylvia: Oh alright. Fifty now, but you’ll owe me fifty more ya hear.

Adam watched the boy’s face scream with fear. He watched as he ran to the woman and grabbed her leg.

Young Adam: Please ma, don’t let him!

Adam could feel the nausea in his stomach and the pain he felt that his own mother would allow a stranger to hurt him; to abuse him. Adam watched as his mother looked down at the boy in disgust and spoke to the man.

Sylvia: You know what? I’ll take forty.

The man’s belly shook with laughter as he unbuckled his belt. Adam felt sick and hated thinking about his past. He saw his mother leave the room closing the door behind her. The boy screamed for his mother and watched the man slapped him across the face. Adam couldn’t take it anymore and saw the memory disappear into darkness. He heard the voice again louder than before.

Voice: LET ME OUT.

He saw the flickering light again and stood by the foot of his childhood bed. He saw the back of his mother’s head and smoke dancing through the air. He looked down and saw the boys feet react. Adam remembered that day as well, and felt the need to cry. He moved to the side and watched as his mother take a cigarette and burned the inside of his thigh. He heard his young self scream in pain and watched his tied hands turn red from trying to pull free.

Sylvia: Shut the fuck up you little shit!
Young Adam: Please mommy stop!

Suddenly flashes of memory appeared; Adam still felt the pain from the previous memory. As it played like a flip book, it suddenly stopped on a particular memory where he is grown, maybe fifteen years old, his face already worn from his hard life. He was skinny and saw his clothes hang on him like drapes. His dark hair was uncombed and his glasses hung onto the tip of his nose. He looked at the boy and saw a long knife in his hand. He saw him enter the living room and saw his mother facing the television with her back towards the young boy. Her red hair was up in a ponytail and reflected the high noon’s sun. She had a red scarf tied around her neck; she was fond of the French style. Adam could feel his heart race, he didn’t remember and watched the memory like a movie. He watched the boy stay behind his mother’s back and kissed her on the cheek. He couldn’t see her reaction, but saw when the boy took the knife and with a swift movement cut her throat.

Adam: NO!!

Adam cried and stood in shock watching the boy stab his mother repeatedly with an anger he’d never seen. Afterwards he removed the red scarf and covered his mother’s head. He watched as the boy slowly walked towards the mirror that stood hanging on the living room wall. Adam stood behind the boy and could see his mother sitting dead on the couch through the reflection of the mirror. He walked to the side of the boy and searched his face for remorse any expression at all, but there was none. He stood there staring at himself in the mirror. Adam felt sick and disgusted, but stood watching the boy until finally he made a smile as he removed his glasses. It went dark again and all he could hear was his heart beating.

Adam: No! No! This can’t be! I can’t be the Red Silk Killer!

Voice: LET ME OUT!

Adam: Who are you!? What do you want from me?!

Voice: I am you.

Adam: No! No! No!


He opened his eyes and saw that he was in a hospital bed. He looked down at his arm and saw syringes attached to a saline drip. He pulled it out and got up from the bed. He walked over to the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. A nurse walked in with a tray.

Nurse: Mr. Moore what are you doing out of bed?!

He looked at the nurse and smiled.

Red Silk Murders Episode 6

She saw his face change, but she couldn’t tell what expression he had. She could feel herself tremble with anxiety. Telling someone what she did made her feel worse than she thought it would. She felt sick and had flashbacks of Tom. She stared at Adam.

Adam: What?

She didn’t want to repeat herself, but she saw she needed to.

Claire:  I killed Tom.

She saw his eyes search hers; she guessed to see if she was lying. Although she felt shaken up, deep down she wasn’t sorry for what she did.

Claire: I killed him Adam. It wasn’t you.

Adam: I don’t understand. How could you kill him?

Claire: You really don’t remember anything from last night?

Adam: No Claire I don’t. Last I remember is being in my apartment with a headache.

She felt sorry for Adam. She could tell he was confused.

Adam: What was in the letter?

She couldn’t believe he didn’t know. After all that happened she couldn’t understand how someone could forget so much information.  She told him  about Black Capricorn and saw his face red with embarrassment when she told him about the sex.

Claire: Then, that’s when Tom came in.

She saw Adam look at his hand; the discolored knuckles. He looked upset and frustrated.

Claire: You left your wallet, and he put it in his pocket and he told me he was gonna go after you and I tried to stop him, because I know how he is and so…

She paused. She didn’t want to continue. She felt disgusted, ashamed, and nauseous . She looked out her car window and watched people walk by in their long coats; rushing to their destination to escape the harsh winter. She could feel a knot wedged in her throat and aching to hold back her tears . She put her hand to her chest trying to console herself. She stood silent in her seat.

Adam: What happened Claire? Please, I need to know.

She looked at him, but couldn’t see him clearly with the tears in her eyes.

Claire: He…

She parted her coat and moved her peach sweater to the side, exposing dark bruises. Adam placed his hand on the collar of her sweater and moved it to the side revealing more bruises on her chest . She felt so ashamed and angry; she hated to feel like a victim. She heard Adam whisper.

Adam: Oh my God Claire…

She pulled away from him

Claire: It’s not the first time he’s beat and raped me.  After he did it and walked out the door, I –I don’t know What came over me! I was so angry so tired of him putting his hands on me. When he told me he was going to take care of you I stood on my bedroom floor and something in me just it– just snapped.

She waited for Adam’s response, but he just stood silent in his seat. She could only hear the traffic and the people outside. Claire couldn’t contain herself and started to cry hysterically. She tried to pull herself together, but felt so emotionally exhausted. She placed her head in her hands and sobbed. She felt Adam’s hand on her shoulder, but he didn’t say a word. For a moment she thought how different Adam was compared to last night. She lifted her head and could see his face through the strands of hair, giving him a reddish color like stained glass. She could tell he didn’t know how to console her. He wasn’t open with his emotions, but she appreciated the gesture. She leaned over to him and placed her head on his chest. She felt his hesitation, but then felt him wrap his arms around her. She thought he smelled good as she cried in his arms. He patted her on the head and pushed her strands of hair away from her face. She felt embarrassed for leaning on him and saw that she had wet his shirt.

Claire: I’m sorry, your shirt is soaked. .

Adam: It’s alright don’t worry about it.

He grabbed the sides of her face and for a moment she saw the same fiery stare she saw in him last night.

Claire: I don’t know what I’m going—

He kissed her and she was slightly surprised he did. She had many thoughts cross her mind, but she couldn’t help but want him.

Adam: Come upstairs with me.


He tasted so good. His mouth sweet and tender; nothing compared to last night. He was more sensual in his movement. They stood at the foot of his bed. He caressed her body and put his fingers through her hair. His kisses became passionate and full of want. She could feel the need for his body overwhelm her with arousal. He started to undress her and kissed her bruises. She kissed him with so much intensity, but started to get flashbacks of Tom raping her. She remembered him punching her and feeling the pain of knuckles pounding her  skin. She pushed him back.

Adam: What’s wrong?

Claire: I’m sorry…I can’t. I want you and I want to, but—

Adam: It’s okay Claire.

She looked down at her feet and felt broken . She knew her life will never be the same.

Claire: I don’t what I’m going to do…

Adam: We’ll figure it out.

Claire: I feel so—oh my god Adam.

She saw blood drip from his nose.

Adam: What? (puts his hand to his nose)

Claire: You’re bleeding!

She watched him reach over for a tissue, but the blood started to come down faster. He fell to the floor and started to shake. She rushed to his side.

Claire: Oh my god Adam!!

She opened up her cellphone and dialed 911

Claire: Please I need an ambulance!… 2226 49th street 23rd floor…

She stared at Adam horrified when he stopped shaking, and she put her hand to his chest. She felt her heart fill with fear.

Claire:  Oh my god please hurry he’s not breathing!!!

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Red Silk Murders Episode 5

Adam couldn’t believe what was happening, by then he had convinced himself he was caught in a nightmare. He felt confused and light headed. He spoke in a whisper.

Adam: This can’t be happening…

Detective Crews: Oh, it’s happening alright you son-of-a-bitch.

With pain in his wrist, he realized he wasn’t dreaming and started to look around feverishly. He imagined himself looking like a bewildered animal. Detective Crews didn’t allow him to put on his coat. He only had his slippers, a shirt, and pants. They walked into the elevator and Adam felt it tighter than usual. He looked at himself and saw a smile on his face. He was startled by his reflection. He looked away, but couldn’t help but look again. He looked at himself and realized his hair was not combed and his glasses were slightly tilted. The elevator felt slower and the music sounded like an eerie song played at a horror carnival. He felt uncomfortable, and was glad when the elevator made it to the ground floor. The doors opened and he squinted with the natural light that shone through.

Adam: Crews, Tell me what’s going on. This has to be a joke…

The detective pulled him out of the elevator and walked him to his vehicle—a black Lincoln. He opened the back door and pushed his head into the car.


Adam sat chained to the table in a white room with a reflective glass. It reminded him of the true crime shows he’s watched on T.V. He had a headache and tried to remember who Tom Johnson was, and anything he did once he got home. All he remembered was the headache he had last night. He stood in the silent room thinking to himself.

Adam: There’s no way I killed this Tom Johnson. I don’t remember things, but I think I would remember if I murdered someone. No one just forgets. How could they even think it was me? I bet it’s just that son-of-a-bitch trying to get back at me.

He looked at his knuckles and realized they were slightly bruised. He stared at the discoloration; the colors green, dark purple, and yellow. He moved his fingers and his hand felt sore.

Adam: What the fuck is going on…?

(Door opens)

Detective Crews and his partner Rodriguez entered the interrogation room. Adam could immediately sense that they were going to play good cop- bad cop. Rodriguez, Puerto Rican, in his mid-thirties with low curly hair and brown eyes, was the first to sit.

Detective Rodriguez: How you doing man? You doing alright? Can I get you anything?

Adam: No, just tell what’s going on here…

Detective Crews opened a blue file he had in his hands and removed a picture. He threw it on the table, and it made Adam sick. The victim had his nose cut off and a silk scarf was stuffed in his mouth. His eyes were hanging from its nerve and his fingers were cut off. The picture was very gruesome. Adam felt uneasy.

Detective Crews: Man, I didn’t think you were such a sick motherfucker.

Adam: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never seen this man.

Detective Rodriguez: Take a good look at him.

He showed him a picture of Tom; before the mutilation. He had ash brown hair and hazel eyes. His nose is what balanced his face.

Adam: I don’t know who he is.

Detective Crews: So how do you explain your wallet at the crime scene?

Adam stood silent and paralyzed from shock.

Adam: I..don’t..know.

Detective Crews: You better think long and hard. You are facing a life sentence with no chance of parole.

Adam: I—

Detective Crews: Are you a jealous man Adam?

Adam: What the fuck are you talking about?!

Detective Crews: This man right here (tapping the picture with his finger) is Claire’s, your assistant, boyfriend.

Adam felt so confused and his head pounded harder.

Adam: I don’t know him! I don’t know how my fucking wallet was found near—

Detective Crews: What are you, a fucking copycat? Stuffing silk down his throat; you didn’t even use the right color. You want to be like him, like the Red Silk killer?

Rodriguez joined in

Detective Rodriguez: Maybe he is.

Detective Crews: Na. He’s too much of a pussy to be walking around killing women. He would have to be professional in picking women up, and this son-of-a-bitch right here is a fucking pussy.

Adam slammed the table.

Adam: Shut the fuck up! You fucking douche bag! If you actually did some police work, you would actually see it wasn’t me! Someone has to be setting me up!

He remembered seeing Samantha before she died, but he promised himself he would never tell Crews. Especially now, all he would need was for Crews to pin Samantha’s murder on him too.

Detective Rodriguez: Who’s setting you up?

Detective Crews: You get angry a lot Adam?

Adam: Spare me the therapy babble.

Detective Crews: (Looks at Rodriguez) Doesn’t it seem he gets angry a lot? (Looks at Adam) What he do to make you destroy him? You fucking Claire?

Adam: What?

Detective Crews: Are you fucking Claire?

Adam: You—

A tall man in a gray suit with a briefcase walked in. His face was full and seemed as if the first button of his shirt was choking him.

Detective Crews: Can we help you?

Lawyer: I will be representing Mr. Moore now.

Adam looked to the door and saw Claire standing with her red hair down. Her green parka was open and he could see a soft peach embroidered sweater. She looked worried and as if she hadn’t slept.

Lawyer: I have a written statement from Claire Evans providing an alibi for Mr. Moore, and explaining how Mr. Moore’s wallet was found on the victim Tom Johnson.

Detective Crews took the paper and read it in disbelief. Adam felt relieved, but more confused on how Claire could provide an alibi for him. He saw Claire biting her nails and knew she was nervous.

Detective Crews looked at the lawyer and looked at Rodriguez.

Detective Crews: Let him go.

Detective Rodriguez: You kidding me bro!?

Detective Crews: Just let him go!

Rodriguez un-cuffed him from the table and Adam massaged his wrist. He stood up and walked towards Claire, unsure of what to do, so he tapped her on her shoulder.

Claire: You okay Adam?

Adam: Yea…yea.

He walked out the door and Crews grabbed onto Claire’s arm.

Detective Crews: If I find out you’re covering for him Claire. I’m going to arrest you myself for obstruction of justice and you (pointing to Adam) I’m going to destroy you.

Claire: Go to Black Capricorn then! (pulls her arm away)


They sat in her car and she pulled a blanket from the backseat for him.

Claire: It’s just fucking ridiculous that he didn’t even let you get dressed.

She looked at him sitting quietly and could tell he was confused. She felt jittery and stressed.

Claire: You sure you’re alright?

Adam: No Claire, I’m not. I don’t remember anything!

Claire: Nothing? Not even…(sigh)

Adam: Not even what? Remember what?

Claire: Never mind.

Adam: What did you tell them that got me off the hook?!

She could tell he was starting to have a panic attack with the way he gestured.

Adam: What if I did kill him? I don’t remember…

Claire: You didn’t.

Adam: How do you know?! What if I killed Samantha and I can’t remember that either?!

Claire: Adam!

Adam: (gasping for air) I… can’t…

Claire: Adam stop! You didn’t kill Tom! (she held his face)

She watched him speak breathlessly

Adam: How do you know Claire?! How do you know I am not a monster?!

Claire: Because I killed him.

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Red Silk Murders Episode 4

She couldn’t believe her eyes and felt slightly embarrassed that she asked him to buy her a drink without knowing who he was.

Claire: What are you doing here?! I mean, I didn’t even know you liked this…this stuff.

She felt uncomfortable with the way she was dressed; a coral mini dress that reached to her upper thigh. She wished that she had bought a sweater to cover her cleavage. He had never seen her dressed like that. She noticed that he wasn’t wearing his glasses and somehow seemed different. His expression and something about the way he stood in front of her seemed that if she didn’t know better, she would’ve thought he was someone else.

Jeremiah:  Do you still want that drink?

Claire: Yea… Um… I guess Yea.

She stared at him as he spoke to the bartender.

Bartender: whattaya having?

Jeremiah; Gin and tonic and for the lady…

He turned his head to her sending goose bumps down her spine. She never noticed before, but he was very attractive, his eyes seemed full of passion and intensity.

Claire: Cherry mojito.

Jeremiah: Cherry mojito my man.

Claire watched as the middle-age bartender moved his hands gracefully as he prepared her drink. His clothing matched the scene, but his face didn’t—he seemed out of place. She noticed Adam staring at her and she smirk.

Claire: So–

Jeremiah:  You look real good Claire. I mean real good.

She saw his eyes analyze the curves of her body; full of lust. She felt her blood rush to her face.

Claire: Thanks.  So, what you doing here? You come here often?

Jeremiah: Sometimes, yea.

They talked over the loud music. She found him interesting and intriguing. This was a new side of Adam she had never seen. He hardly ever spoken to her at work, except about work, and if they did have a conversation, it was very light.

Claire: You surprise me Adam.

Jeremiah: I’m full of surprises.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dance floor. She felt his energy; the intensity like the waves of the sea. By then, she felt intoxicated and felt comfortable enough to let loose. They swayed together and he grabbed her ass. Inside herself she was startled, but she didn’t stop him. She felt his fingers go up her skirt slightly putting his finger in her vagina. She searched his eyes for embarrassment or uncertainty, but there was none. He stared at her, motionless, telling her with his eyes he knew what he was doing. She felt aroused and she saw a fire light in his eyes and he kissed her. She felt his tongue roll in her mouth. How good he kissed, his body overcame her and she gave into his passion. He pulled his face away and she felt high in a state of ecstasy. Everything fell silent and all she could see was him.

Claire: Come home with me.


He stood behind her as she searched for her keys in her black studded purse. He didn’t expect to find her in Black Capricorn; he was looking for his next victim. He looked at her hair and leaned in to smell it. Her hair smelled like hazelnut with a hint of sweat that he could taste on his tongue. He thought about killing her would be a big risk, and he knew that if he wasn’t careful he could get caught. He imagined her as the sixteenth victim, and kissed her behind her neck. She put the key in the lock and opened the door.

Claire: Come in. Do you want—

He grabbed and lifted her. Her smooth ass felt good in his hands. He leaned her against the wall and kissed her breast. He could feel her heat and her sweat on his lips. She kissed him passionately. He took her into the closest room he could find, and placed her on the bed. He ripped off her panties kissing and licking between her legs. He felt her body squirm and heard her moan. Her whole body smelled enticing, even her natural scent. He stood up and removed her dress, her body was like porcelain with constellations of freckles. He saw her look at him. He could sense that she was nervous, yet wanting him to penetrate her. He loved her eyes he pictured them out of their sockets. He removed his jacket and his shirt. She stood up and got on her knees, she went to unfastened his belt, but he stopped her.

Jeremiah: Lay down.

He sensed that she was embarrassed for trying to give him oral.

Jeremiah: Just lay down…face down.

He saw uncertainty in her eyes and face. He got on his knees and began to lick her from her flesh pink vagina to her anus. The way her body reacted, made him do it more intensely. She rocked back and forth rubbing her genitals on his face. He grabbed her hips and could feel her smooth flesh beneath them. He unfastened his belt and took out his hard penis. He penetrated her and leaned on her slightly kissing every freckle she had. He wrapped his arm around her neck, holding her; adding more power in his thrust. She moaned passionately and told him she was having an orgasm. He moved his left arm to his belt and removed the knife. He opened the switchblade…

(Door unlocks)

He felt a force hit him to the floor.

Claire: Tom!!

He was punched by this new intruder and was very close to stabbing him, but he resisted. He could hear Claire yelling and screaming. He punched him back and saw his nose bleeding. It stopped him from fighting. Jeremiah got up and fixed his pants. He looked at Claire who had pulled her sheet to cover her body.

Jeremiah: I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.

He could tell she was mortified and angry.

Claire: I don’t. He’s an ex-boyfriend. He used to live here but—never mind I don’t want to get into it.

She got dressed and he stared at Tom. He then realized that Tom was drunk. He was babbling non sense.

Jeremiah: I’m just going to go.

Claire: I’m so so sorry Adam.

Jeremiah: It’s alright.

He saw the guy holding onto his nose and Claire getting a rag. He felt irritated, but then he smiled closing the door behind him.


(Banging on the door)

Person: Adam Moore, open up!

He opened his eyes and saw that it was morning. He heard the banging and he wondered what the emergency was. He heard Detective Crews yell. He wondered if the Red Silk Killer struck again or if he found out he saw Samantha O’Connelly before she died.

Detective Crews: Open up Adam!

Adam fixed his clothes and walked to the door. He looked into the peep hole and saw Detective Crews and two other men in uniform. He removed the golden chain from the lock and opened the door.

Adam: What’s up?

Detective Crews reached out for him, pulled him, and slammed him against the wall. Adam was fully awake now and confused.

Adam: What the fuck is going on?!

He felt his face pressed against the cornflower blue wall and saw the other men in uniform with their guns withdrawn. Detective Crews removes his handcuffs from his waist and cuffed him. He can feel the metal press on his skin like blades. He spoke near Adam’s ear.

Detective Crews: Adam Moore, you are under arrest for the murder of Tom Johnson.

Red Silk Murders Episode 3

Claire: Are you fucking with me Adam?

Her voice was quiet and stern.

Adam: No.

He thought about explaining more, but that was the only response he could give. He watched her stare at him, analyzing his face for a smile or an expression of sarcasm.

Adam: I wish I was Claire.

He watched her look around, over his shoulder, and behind her.

Claire: Who else knows?

Adam: No one.

Claire: How could this be? What happened?

Adam: That’s the problem, I don’t know. I don’t remember. I–

Claire: What the fuck you mean you don’t remember?! I would think, I would remember quickly if the person I saw hours ago is dead in front of me and with the MO of the red silk killer!

Although she was whispering, he felt like the whole diner could hear her. She leaned in close to his face, her arms covering the table.

Adam: I don’t remember everything. I remember going to the doctor and after my appointment this woman–Samantha -she confronted me asking if I remembered her. I tried remembering, but I–

Claire: Did she look familiar?!

He didn’t tell Claire about the headache that started during the confrontation with Samantha. He could tell Claire was worried and panic starting to set in.

Adam: No.

He saw her slam herself against the diner’s chair and look out the window.

Claire: Was anyone following you from the doctor’s office? Did anyone look suspicious?

He felt a slight headache start. He rubbed his forehead trying to think.

Adam: I don’t think so… I just haven’t been right.

Claire: What you mean?

Adam:  I’ve been forgetting things…

He didn’t want to say, but he knew he needed to get his head checked out.

Claire: Don’t worry we’ll figure it out. Whatever you do, don’t open your mouth to Crews. We both know you are not his favorite person and he’ll make your life hell. You can lose your job or worse end up in jail.

He knew that. Crews would be the very last person he would tell.

Adam: I —

The waitress approached them.

Waitress: Are you ready to order?

They both ordered, sat, and ate in silence. He felt ashamed to look at Claire and it seemed the feeling was mutual, because she did not raise her head to look at him except when she drank her coffee. Somewhere in the middle of dinner he had lost his appetite, but kept eating. They paid and walked out of the diner. It started to snow and he looked up in disbelief. He put his hands in his pocket and turned to Claire, but she spoke first.

Claire: I’ll walk you home.

Adam: You’re my chaperon now?

She smirked

Claire: For someone who doesn’t remember where they are or going, I figure I make sure you don’t get into any trouble.

He felt ashamed and nauseous

Claire: Oh Adam too soon? I’m sorry, I’m just trying to lighten up the mood. (She tapped him on the shoulder with her fist)

He didn’t feel better and just walked in silence beside her. They approached his apartment complex and he looked across the street and still saw patrol cars. He turned to her.

Adam: Do you think I did it?

A look of surprise flashed upon her face, her green eyes were wide.

Claire: What?

Adam: Do you think I did it?

Claire:  I–

Adam: Be honest with me.

She grabbed his coat collar and stared into his eyes with sincerity.

Claire: No. I know you, you wouldn’t even hurt a fly. I know its cliché, but it’s true. You would never do something like this.  You’re an honest man Adam. Maybe the killer followed you, maybe he did this to frame you or rattle you to stop helping the police.

Adam felt better. He felt relieved that she didn’t find him guilty, that she had the same theory he did. Even though deep down inside him he felt that he wasn’t followed. He couldn’t understand it or even begin to explain.

Claire: Just get some rest. We’ll do some digging tomorrow try to find out as much as possible. I have a friend in the station that can help us.

She crossed the street and got into her Ford. He watched her put on her seat belt and waved him goodbye. He watched her drive away. He looked across the street again and remembered the picture of Samantha.  His head started to ache again and he walked inside his apartment complex. He looked at his reflection as he waited for the elevator, his face looked drain and tired. He looked down at his watch 11:30 p.m. The elevator bell made him look up and watched the door open. He saw someone behind him that looked exactly like him and he jerked around, but no one was there. His head pounded harder and he felt sensitive to the light. He stumbled into the elevator and pressed the 23rd floor. He was anxious to get to his room, he shook and searched for his meds. The elevator door opened and he almost ran to his apartment. He fumbled around for his keys as he stood in front of the door. He swung it open and slammed it with his foot as he threw the keys on the dresser. He made his way to the bed in the dark. He hit it with his knees and just laid down. He could feel himself drift off to sleep.


He stretched his arms and took off his glasses. He got up, removed his coat and threw it on the bed. He looked down and saw his erection. He grabbed it feeling its hardness and thought of Samantha. He felt his penis hardened when he thought about the blade entering her socket to remove her eyes. He remembered how brown they were, fiery and warm like cinnamon. He walked to his closet, clothes hanging neatly; some were professional and causal. He looked down at the shoes and was disgusted with Adam’s taste in style. Under the hanging clothes stood a box Adam kept his files of his past cases. He pushed aside the box and pushed open two floorboards underneath.  He removed his knife, gloves, and a red silk scarf. He put everything back in order and looked at his watch 1:00 a.m. He made his way through the lobby and looked at his reflection and smiled. He passed his fingers through his hair.

Security guard: Hey Mr. Moore!

He looked at him and nodded his head.

Security guard: Did you hear about the murder across the street? Crazy right bro?! That Red Silk killer man he’s roaming these streets!

Jeremiah approached his desk and smiled.

Jeremiah: Yea? You think it’s cool Jeff?

Jeff smiled

Jeff : It’s just satisfying see those pigs worry. He’s killed 15 women so far, he got red heads changing their hair color and shit.

Jeremiah smiled surprised at this news.

Jeremiah: Really? Very good to know my man, very good to know. Here.

He had  a hundred dollar bill between his fingers and extended his hand

Jeremiah: Have a good night.

Jeff: Thanks man!

He walked away and said to himself

Jeremiah: No… Thank you.


He walked through the snow making his way to “The Black Capricorn” he could hear the music –louder every time the door opened. He walked in and the security guard stopped him.

Security guard: ID.

He opened his wallet and gave him Adam’s ID. The guard patted him down, but he wasn’t worried about the guard finding the knife he had it attached to his belt anyone would’ve thought it was a belt buckle. The guard opened the door and let him through. The electronic music was deafening. He stood tall and looked around as he walked in. He saw men and woman trying to talk against the loud music. He saw men try hard to pick up women. He found that people have a certain sense about them that reveals their desperation. An energy he felt that only he could see, this is why it was so easy for him to pick up women. He could read them; in what they wanted, what they liked or what they didn’t like—just had to follow the signs. He approached the bar and signaled to the bartender.

Bartender: What’ll be?

Jeremiah: Black Pearl.

He watched the bartender pour him a shot of Black Pearl and watched the flashes of light hit the dance floor. He could tell that he arrived when people were already intoxicated. He scanned the place and looked around for his red head. He saw blondes and brunettes using their mating  dance to attract their next one night stand. He had a lot of reasons for loving red heads: one they were rare and two they brought him memories of his past. He turned slightly to look at the liquor bottles decorating the wall of the bar. He heard a woman’s voice.

Woman: Buy me a drink?

He turned around

Claire: Adam?!

Red Silk Murders Episode 2

They walked together in the blistering cold. Jeremiah watched her auburn hair flick against the wind. They reached a building on 49th street with its beige bricks and full panel windows. 

Samantha: Well, here we are.

Jeremiah:  You’re kidding.

Samantha: No. Why?

He could tell she wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or serious.

Jeremiah:  We’re neighbors. I live across the street, it’s a wonder I’ve never seen you.

Samantha: No way!? (looks at him seductively) it wasn’t meant to be…yet.

They began kissing in the elevator groping and fondling each other. He lifted her up against the elevator wall, her bottom resting on a rail. The elevator reached the 11th floor, and he watched her stumble in the hallway fixing herself. The red carpet felt soft under his feet as they made their way into Samantha’s apartment. As soon as she opened the door, he grabbed her hair and kissed her. 

She is turned on by him and finds him so aggressive for someone who looks so passive.  She never would have thought how he physically appeared would have matched his personality.

He tugged at her hair inhaling the smell of Jasmine and Vanilla. He heard her moan in his ear and he could feel his penis hard. He ripped off her see-through green colored blouse exposing her hard nipples. He puts his mouth on them, so warm in his mouth like tasting summer. She grabbed onto his hair as her tongue wrapped his. Jeremiah pushed her onto the bed. He watched her for a moment as he put on a condom. He watched her arms swirl above her head as if she was dancing against waves of sand. He lifted her skirt and ripped off her panties. He penetrated her; thrusting into her petite body. She moaned in pain, but seemed to enjoy his roughness. Her sexual intensity aroused him violently. He pulled her towards her writing desk and bent her over; roughly penetrating her anus. Samantha let out a quick yelp, but  seemed to enjoy the bold move. 

She felt him pounding against her skin; she could feel her body vibrate as he was reaching towards his climax. She could feel him moving faster and harder.

Jeremiah tried to pound her as hard as he could as he ejaculated. He felt instant gratification leaving his palm prints on her body. As he pulls out his penis, he looked over to her clock and saw that it was 4:00 p.m. He went to the bathroom and flushed the condom down the toilet. He opened the door and saw her adjusting her hair; partially dressed.

Jeremiah: See ya sweet cheeks.

Samantha: Where ya going?

Jeremiah:  I have things to attend to. I’ll keep in touch; remember I know where you live.

As he walked out the door Samantha yelled

Samantha:  Call me!

Jeremiah: (turns around and grins) No. You’ll see me soon…

Jeremiah stepped into the elevator making his way down to the lobby. It was surprisingly empty as he rushed out so no one would see him. He jogged across the street to his apartment complex and made his way up the elevator. As he walked into the apartment, he stumbled over a grey lounge chair.

Jeremiah: (looks at the lounge chair) Mother fucker! Wait! What!? He finally leaves something I do alone, what a fucking miracle! (He lifts up the lounge chair and sits down and looks at his watch 4:15 p.m.) I’m going to sleep, that fucking bitch Claire can wait.

He fell asleep thinking about Samantha and planning her death.


 The phone in his left pocket begins to vibrate. Adam jumps up and sees himself disarrayed noticing his pants unbuckled. He fumbles for his cell phone and sees it is Claire.

Adam: Hey Claire, what’s up?

Claire: Was I delusional when I told you to be here at 5 Adam?

Adam looked at his watch and sees that it is 7:00 p.m. Adam is stupefied and doesn’t remember anything, except when he was confronted by a woman on the street.

Adam: Ah shit Claire! I’m sorry! I’ll be right there!

Claire: Don’t come. I’ll meet you!

Adam: Why what’s up?

Claire: There was a murder on the 11th floor across the street from your apartment it seems to be the “Red Silk” Killer.

Adam stood speechless looking down at his clothing as he heard the sirens.

Adam: (feeling confused) Okay (hangs up and thinks to himself) It can’t be a coincidence that he killed someone across the street from where I live. Maybe he knows I’m helping the police and this is his message that he is watching me… Fuck! 

Adam fixed himself, trying to recollect the things he did before and after the doctor, but couldn’t remember anything. There was a knock on his door and didn’t realize how quickly time had passed. He opened the door to see Claire annoyed. As she entered his apartment, he could tell she was surprised.

Claire:  What the hell happened here?!

Adam: Nothing, let’s go.

Adam stepped into 11B seeing an auburn-haired female with her hair covering her face. He sees the red silk sheet covering her abdomen with her breast exposed. Adam notices something different about this crime. He put on latex gloves that CSU gave him upon entering.

Claire: What’s up Adam, what do you see?

Adam: I don’t know yet, but his pattern changed, he never leaves his victims unorganized.

Claire: yea well… pull back the hair.

Adam approached the corpse taking his ball point pen and moved the victim’s hair aside. He saw that her eyeballs were missing. Adam is slightly mortified and jumped up. He could feel chills going down his back. .

James, a CSI walked up to them

James: After examining the victim, it seems the perp had sex with her before killing her.

Adam looked around the crime scene to see if he noticed anything out of the ordinary. He felt confused and uncomfortable, he couldn’t understand why this room seemed familiar. He walked around the room and noticed a picture of the victim. He lifted it up and took a closer look and realized it was the woman that confronted him. He dropped the picture frame and the glass broke.   

Claire: Are you alright?

Adam: Yes. It just slipped out of my hand… He is definitely escalating.

Claire: Alright, so what do you think?

Adam: So… what is the difference between this murder and his previous victims? All the other murders were organized and he never sexually interacted with his victims, because that’s not the point; this is the only victim we’ve seen him actually have sex with which means–

Claire & Adam: She’s the only one who’s seen him!

Adam: I need to see the bathroom!

The killer always left a note on the bathroom mirror at the crime scene.

He ran into the bathroom pushing back the door with Claire right behind him. As soon as he entered the bathroom he saw the message, “There is no such thing as coincidence, only in the eye of the beholder.” He felt his skin crawl as he read it out loud to Claire. Adam opened the medicine cabinet to see the victim’s eyeballs placed on a gold rimmed mirror.

Claire turned away quickly. She had seen a lot of crimes: babies being battered, women with no heads, even bodies being split open, but something about this lingered in the air almost making her choke. She felt it was more the fact of what it meant– it wasn’t a spontaneous happening, the killer enjoyed this. The sight of the eyeballs made her skin crawl, Adam tapped her shoulder.

Adam: You alright Claire?

Claire: Yea… Yea, just this asshole makes my skin crawl. (Claire rubs her shoulders)

Adam: The eyeballs are still moist (touching the slim of the eyeball between his thumb and index finger) 

Claire removes a thermometer from her Forensic kit and walks over to the victim and inserts it into her rectum to get the victim’s body temperature. Claire ran to the bathroom-

Claire: The victim has only been dead for at least two hours!

Adam was interested in this victim since he had saw her a couple of hours ago.  He pulled back the red sheet to find two palm prints on both of her hips. He also noticed that the victim was not dissected from the chest down. There was no damage on the body accept for her eyeballs and red marks.

Claire: (looking up from the body) You noticed he didn’t  do anything to the body, compared to his other victims? (Looks at Adam) What was so special about her? Why didn’t he dissect her?

Adam: (Looking over the body) We need to find out, because he’s changing patterns.

C.S.U. came in to remove the body. Adam looked at the picture of the woman who was now dead on her bed. He looked out the window and could see his building across the way. He saw the picture and remembered her face clearly.

Claire: Her name was Samantha O’Connolly (showing Adam her ID)

He felt uneasy and nauseous. 

Claire looked over the mahogany colored desk, inch by inch, dusting graphite looking for prints. Hoping to herself that the killer was cocky enough to touch the desk while he was ravishing his victim. 

As she bent over to check the farther side of the desk, Adam looked at Claire’s voluptuous ass. Her auburn hair flowing to the side. The slight unnoticed wind caressing her strands, making Adam aroused. Adam had the slight provocation to place his hands on her hips the way the killer did to his victim. He quickly took the idea out of his mind and felt nauseous for even thinking about it. He stared at the bed where the victim use to be. He stared at the covers looking at the waves when Detective Crews walked in.

Philip Crews: (struts in) Okay this asshole is completely out of character now! He’s fucking gouging out eyeballs now?!

Adam turned to Philip annoyed by his presence. He could tell that Philip noticed.

Philip Crews: You okay man?! Did I interrupt your train of thought? (sarcastically)

Adam : In matter of fact you did… (turns to Philip) You know sometimes I wonder why the fuck they would even promote a senseless dumb motherfucker like yourself to homicide. It seems (raising his voice) to me you don’t even know the difference between your middle or index finger even with you staring at your own fucking hand!

Both Philip and Claire looked at Adam surprised; he was always very calm, the one who over analyzed things, with his dark framed glasses and tumbleweed colored skin. The man who slouched over because his job was not allowing him to sleep at night; the lines on his forehead becoming more noticeable each passing day; he was someone different.

Claire: (shocked) Adam! Are you okay? What’s going on? (Grabbing onto his shirt) Chill out! Take a minute!

Adam: (Slaps her hand away) Get the fuck off of me!!

Philip being the New York cop slammed Adam against the wall and cuffed him. Claire stunned yelled at Philip.

Claire:  Stop! Don’t you dare treat him like a criminal!

Philip: Are you fucking kidding me Claire!

Claire walked up to Philip’s face and stared into his dark brown eyes

Claire: No. I am not kidding– Let him go now.

Philip pushed Adam harder against the wall before letting him go; He moved his face up to Adam’s ear.

Philip: You’re lucky you had your partner here to save you.

Adam: (Brushing his jacket off) Yea extraordinary luck (rubbing his wrists)

Philip stormed out the room; and Claire stared at him as Adam was staring at the door. She couldn’t believe the once gentle man would be so assertive and disgruntle. 

Claire: What’s been with you lately? Seriously you need a vacation.

Adam: I am not going to rest until I catch this bastard!

Claire: Let’s get something to eat, you seem a little high strung.

Adam wanted to decline, but her green eyes were so captivating they reminded him of the solar nebula. He watched her as she put on her Hunter green parka and lift up her auburn hair to adjust her coat. Adam analyzed Claire and how wonderful she looked. 

They left the crime scene and walked outside, cops still standing around talking, laughing, their breath visible to the cold air. 

Adam: There’s a diner two blocks away.

They walked in the cold, Adam’s mind racing trying to make sense of it all. They entered Jim’s diner. Adam made eye contact with the waitress that looked at the door when the bell rang when they walked in. She walked up to them 

Claire: Two please.

He followed Claire and the waitress to a booth with two red seats. The diner reminded him of  the 50’s. All he could do was think about the woman and the crime scene.

Claire: You don’t look well Adam.

He removed his jacket and looked at the waitress waiting for her to finish serving them coffee. As she placed down the menus and walked away. He looked at Claire as her eyes were scanning over the lists. He opened his mouth…

Adam: The woman. Samantha. I saw her a couple of hours before she was murdered.

Red Silk Murders Episode 1

Adam walked into the crime scene with his three piece gray suit. With his dark hair combed back and adjusting his black framed glasses, Adam met up with homicide detective Philip Crews. As a Forensic Psychologist he analyzes the man to be too aggressive for a detective. He thinks Crews should have stood as the blue knight–  walking the streets of New York. 

When he entered the room he saw the gruesome crime scene, the corpse of a young woman in her mid 20’s with Auburn hair, red lipstick, and sheets covered in blood. Her body was split in two from the collar bone to the abdomen, and her waist covered by a red silk sheet.  The pattern seemed familiar. The night had its way of overcoming Adam’s mind, he knew he will always remember the killings that started in December.

Philip Crews: Hey doc, it’s about time! I’m telling you man to call for some consulting takes forever! You are one hard man to reach!

Adam: Yeah? Well, what can I say?

Adam can tell that Philip is waiting for a more detailed response, but at the moment he couldn’t come up with one.

Philip Crews: So doc?! What do you think happened? And who are we looking for?

Adam stared at the crime scene, going over the room inch by inch, looking for something that called out to him. He looked over the dressers, the beige curtains, and the interior style of the room. As he scanned the room he noticed a white digital clock 2:34 a.m.

Adam: I think we all know that this is the signature of the “red silk” killer,

Philip nodded his head.

Adam felt uneasy as Philip made his way around him.

Adam: He always covers his victims with a sheet of red silk and dyes their lips with red lipstick, but not with any modern lipstick brand.

Philip Crews: This guy is on a killer rampage. This is his fourth victim this week, and his fascination for red heads.

Adam: He has a deep intimidation towards the female’s anatomy, representing a lack of sexual competence, and because of this impotence he feels the need to mutilate the body for gratification.

Philip Crews: These fucking psychos man! Whose fault is it that they can’t get it up; or because they had some dysfunctional lifestyle and their mother happens to be a prostitute.

Adam heard someone at the door, and turned to see his assistant: Claire Swiss. She walked in with her Auburn hair lifted up in a French bun. She wore red rim glasses; with her skin cutting green eyes.

Claire: Hey Crews, hey boss, you might want to take a look at this.

Philip, Adam and Claire all walked towards the bathroom. On the wall above the mirror was a message written in red lipstick- “You may believe I have committed all these crimes alone- and there you are wrong- for I am two, but one. When are you going to stop this poor man from digging himself a bigger grave?”

Philip Crews: (In disbelief) what the fuck is that supposed to mean!

Claire swabbing the red matter from a letter and placed it in her forensic kit.

Claire: So what do you think boss, what does it mean?

Adam: Well this crime is different in only one thing- the perp seems to have a need to explain his actions: The sentence “I am two in one.” Signifies that the perp may have Dissociative Identity Disorder-

Philip Crews: Yea or faking it!

Adam turned towards the bed room, drifting off in his mind. He could feel the room go silent. Officers that were speaking, were only moving their lips. His eyes studied the room from his perspective.

Adam: (I hate when I can’t concentrate, I lose so much time between hours, I always wind up in a different place wondering how I got there. I need to get myself checked- I think I’m losing my fucking mind.)

Claire placed her hand on Adam’s shoulder.

Claire: Adam?

Adam: (Adam jumped at the gesture) Detective I need you to look up Psych wards in the surrounding area, anyone with Dissociative Personality Disorder. Claire I need you to bring over the samples to the lab and see if the perp got sloppy due to his escalation of murders.

Philip Crews had cleared the room for Adam to concentrate

Philip Crews: Okay man! Do what you do best and let’s catch this son of a bitch.

As the room began to clear, Adam got one of his headaches; it felt as if he was having an earthquake in his brain. Adam flew forward in pain, running to the kitchen, he felt around his coat pocket and quickly removed some painkillers. He tried to uncap the bottle, but the cap kept clicking. He hated the migraines. 

Adam: (gasping in pain- while removing his pills from his pocket) Oh! God! Fucking open already!

Adam slips into unconsciousness and jumps up and looks around and stretches his face. What once was relaxed and strained with wrinkles on his forehead, Jeremiahs face is with a look of mocking and menace.

Jeremiah: Oh! Now that’s more like it!  (He squeals in disgust) I hate these glasses (Jeremiah places them inside the pocket of his vest.)

Jeremiah walks over to the corpse staggering with his ego. He pushes back her auburn hair smelling the stench of her decaying body. He smiles to himself appreciating his work; how easy it is to deform the body. He hears a noise and turns around to see Claire back; he stares at her auburn hair. Autumn could not compete with the sunset warmth of her hair. Jeremiah feels himself catch an erection.

Claire: Adam? Are you okay? Why are you looking at me that way? And where’s your glasses? Don’t tell me you’ve lost them again!?

Adam shakes his head and looks at Claire. He notices he doesn’t have his glasses on and reaches inside his pocket and places them on his face. He feels aroused, but has no idea why.

Claire:  Adam? Are you okay? Answer me…

Adam pats his suit and is trying to gain composure.                                        

Adam: I’m okay… Just another migraine- So where were we?

Claire: How long have you’ve been here? (Leaning against the wall)

Adam: Quite a while. Did Crews get back to you?

Claire: Yea. So far no leads. (Looking at the corpse) We need to catch this guy.

Adam: Have you ever considered changing your hair color? (Almost touching it)

Claire: No, why would I?! I would never give a Dissociative freak the satisfaction of showing fear; I will not let him dominate my body- I’m surprised you would even ask that Adam!

Adam: (whispers) Me too.


As Adam walked in the dead of winter along the streets of Manhattan, he pushes back the passengers of the busy streets. He looks around at different women and notices a girl wearing a cerulean dress and stilettos, her auburn hair almost reaches to her back. Adam grabs a hold of his own head his headache again.  He makes his way towards her and pushes her enough to make her wallet drop.

Jeremiah: Oh excuse me! (As he leans down to rescue her wallet – catching a glimpse of her address) Manhattan it’s so overrated- so crowded.

Samantha O’Connell: (confused and shy) Yeah it is (She takes the wallet from Jeremiah) Thanks.

He watches her walk away in her stilettos. Jeremiah uses his murderous instincts and replays the  address in his head over and over. He fantasizes about the ways he’s going to abuse and torture her. He makes it to Adam’s tower apartment located on the desolate streets of  49th street. He steps in the elevator and presses the 23rd floor. He walks into the apartment; he is disgusted by the arrangement. He kicks over a lounge seat and makes his way over to the mirror.

Jeremiah: (Tugs at his suit jacket) Look at the way he dresses–disgusting! This idiot actually thinks he can catch me and neither does he know that he’s trying to catch himself. Solving a crime he committed. Such an emotional wreck he is; letting his work consume him, and that Claire bitch… She is so enticing, I can’t wait to split her in two. First, practice makes perfect (as he touches himself thinking of the girl in the cerulean dress moaning her name) Samantha O’Connelly.

After Jeremiah ejaculating and falling asleep; the phone rings and Adam wakes up to the message of Claire’s voice: “Hey Adam, it’s me Claire, I think we found a lead, the lab is running through some test…” Adam tries to race to the phone, but stumbles over the kicked lounge seat, as he picks up the receiver he realizes his hand is sticky.

Adam: (Picks up the receiver) Hey Claire, what’s up? What did you find?

Claire: I was going over the silk sheet and found a hair- I sent it to the lab, I think this son of a bitch is getting sloppy Adam! We’re close!

Adam holds the phone with one shoulder popping a painkiller in his mouth, rubbing his hand across his pants.

Adam: What else did you find?

Claire: Nothing yet, we’re still waiting on results, but I need you to come down to the crime scene, to show you where we found the hair follicle so you can consult with the detective.

Adam: Alright that’s not a problem give me– what time is it (Adam looks at his watch) it’s 2:00p.m.? I’ll be there at five.

Claire: Alright see you there.

Adam hangs up and lights a cigarette looking through his phone directory

Adam: Yes hi I would like an appointment for today to see Dr. Miller… Adam Moore… Yes refill…. Can you squeeze me in for 2:45p.m.?… Great thanks bye.


In doctor’s office

Receptionist: He’ll be right with you Mr. Moore.

Adam plants himself in the lounge chair and holds up a newspaper with comments about the latest crime by the “Red Silk” killer. Adam thinks to himself , “I need to catch him before he escalates further.” Adam suddenly heard a voice off in the distance.

Jeremiah: To late.

Adam: (Adam looks up at the receptionist) Did you say something?

Receptionist: (with a confused look on her face) No.

Dr. Miller: Mr. Adam Moore.

Adam looked up and walked towards the doctor

Dr. Miller: Come in. Sit down. How are your migraines? Is it better, worse or no improvement?

Adam: The same since last time and now I’m losing time doc.

Dr. Miller: Okay so I’m going to send you in for a CAT scan next week. Any more complaints besides the headache.

Adam: Things are moved in places I don’t remember putting them in the first place.

Dr. Miller: Sometimes lost of sleep and stress can affect your memory, but we will see what the CAT shows us.

Adam: Alright.

Dr. Miller: Until then try to take it easy and don’t bring work home.

Adam: (scoffs) I’ll try.

Dr.Miller: See you then (as he hands him the prescription)

Adam stuffs the prescription into his pocket as he walked out of the doctor’s office. It almost seemed as if he was rushing to the pharmacy; waiting in anticipation for another migraine. As he thought to himself, he bumped into Samantha O’Connelly.

Samantha: Hey, aren’t you the one that bumped into me on 42nd street?

Adam: (Adam is puzzled by this notion) Excuse me?

Samantha: Yea. Remember the one in the Cerulean dress?

Adam is trying to figure out where he saw her, but the the confrontation provokes another migraine.

Samantha: Are you okay? (Grabs to Adam’s shoulder)

The pain is excruciating, Adam held on to his head. He buckled down; he can feel himself having an out of body experience and his vision going blurry.

Samantha:  Oh my God! Are you okay?

He jumped to his feet

Jeremiah: Yes! Oh I remember! What are you doing around here?

Her face looked slightly confused

Samantha: I live around here by 49th street.

Jeremiah: Really?! So do I! Go figure! Are you busy? Do you want to grab a cup of coffee? Well, that’s if I’m not detaining you from anything.

Samantha: No! Not at all. But are you sure you’re okay??

Jeremiah: I’m fine. Join me, consider it my treat.

Jeremiah and Samantha go for a cup coffee. They spend an hour chatting and Jeremiah manipulating her. Samantha is intrigue not knowing what awaits her.

Samantha: You never really gave me your name.

Jeremiah: Jeremiah Adam Saint.

Samantha: (leans forward over the coffee table) Maybe this is inappropriate, but how would you like  to come over to my place, it is near your apartment.

Jeremiah thought she would never ask.

Jeremiah: (Grins) I don’t see the harm in being inappropriate. (Gets up) Ladies First.