A letter

You all are too young to understand this world, me, or yourself. The innocence, which with each passing day, diminishes as you live in this world of ours. You will experience things in your life that can be explained and others that cannot. You will experience amazing, beautiful, life changing things, but you will also experience bad, awful, and destructive events. Whether you grow up to believe in God, a higher energy, or probably nothing at all, you must focus on the higher good of yourself. This world will change you—no one is ever left unchanged, but you can control how it changes you. Certain events in life can inspire you and sometimes destroy you, this part you are in control of. You can take the most horrific situation and find something beautiful out of it. Maybe not right away, but somewhere down the road. It may not even be for you, but someone close to you. Or simply others who are in need of it more.

Never be afraid to be who you are or to speak your mind. Don’t be afraid to be different and to stand out among the crowd. If someone hurts you, don’t be afraid to walk away. Even less don’t be afraid to try again elsewhere and with someone else. Do not punish the people around you and people you will meet in the future. Love yourself, respect yourself, and understand that you are great and worthy. Treat your mind, body, and soul well. Feed yourself, nourish yourself with knowledge, experiences, and freedom. Learn to make sacrifices without sacrificing your most valuable part of yourself. Don’t be afraid to say no, and don’t be stubborn to say yes. Try everything that will help you grow, for anything that values you will grow with you. Don’t hold onto money or possessions, to anger or to envy.

Love your family, love your children, and love those who support you. Be grateful and appreciate everything and everyone. We are prone to forget, to get used to, and can easily take others and things for granted. Learn to live with an open heart and open eyes. Please think before you act and think before you speak. Know that actions speak louder than words, and in some occasions our word is usually all we have. Be loyal and trustworthy, for when these are broken it can be irreparable and difficult to get back. Reflect on your actions and communicate with those around you. This can be the bond that holds your life together. Have empathy and tolerance for those who are different from you. Stand by your beliefs and convictions.

Now I know this sounds like a lot and probably impossible, but it is not. The effort is more important than the act. For with time the effort will be your moral principle and all you can live by. You don’t have to be number one to matter. Just love what you do, be happy, and be proud of it. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Be at peace with yourself, love yourself truly, and
only then can you really follow your heart. Take it from me it will not let you down.

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Red Silk Murders Episode 8 (mid-season finale)

The night had settled in as he looked outside his office window. The blinds were half way open letting in the streetlight glaze his shirt with stripes. He was angry and unconvinced of the story he was told. He went over the cases in his mind and remembered every victim and its details. He tried to fit them all together, maybe there was something he missed. Something that was in plain sight, but he had overlooked. He thought about Tom Johnson and wondered if Adam was capable of killing. He strongly believed everyone was capable of killing. Especially, if they had the confidence of not getting caught. He always found something off about Adam.
He turned around to his desk and laid out the crime scene photos of Tom Johnson. He knew it would take great strength to pull someone up by the neck with a rope. He felt confused on why the perp decided to put a scarf on the victim, especially the wrong color. Was there a reason? Was it purposely done to look like a failed copycat? Was it true what Claire said? Was Tom going after Adam, but happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time? His gut told him that statement was too much of a cliché.
He lifted the pictures up to his sight.

Detective Crews: What am I missing…?
(Phone rings)
Detective Crews: Hey Doc?…I’m on my way. (hangs up receiver)
The Medical Examiner had told him that he found something. Crews took his jacket and headed to the precinct’s elevator. He could hear the squeak of his shoes against the waxed floor. He felt excited that he could finally get the lead he was looking for. The elevator seemed to travel slower as his mind filled with thoughts and theories. The doors opened and the corridor felt chilly. The feel of death lingered in the hallways; along the pathway to the examiner’s office. He hated to pass the morgue, he always felt as if something he couldn’t see stared at him.
He made it to the double doors that led to the examination room. He looked into the window first and saw David. A slender man with brown curls on the top of his head. His lab coat didn’t seem to fit him well and his glasses obscured his eyes. He saw him look up from the body and waved for him to enter.
Crews: What do ya got?

David was looking over the body and filling out the report of his findings.
David: (pointing to the marks) You see these markings? This marking, you see how it’s slanted up? Shows the victim was hanged post-mortem. Now you see this one? How it’s slanted down? This was the cause of death. (He lifted one of the eyeballs) see these blood vessels on the eyes, the inflammation? This is caused by asphyxiation.

Crews: Okay so cause of death is strangulation.

David: Yes um (pushing his glasses up) the victim is 5’11 and with the direction the line is going—
Crews: The perp was shorter than the victim…

Nurse: Did you hear me Mr. Moore? What are you doing out of bed?
He just stood staring at her; how he wished she was a red head. She was pretty enough to be his latest victim, but she was a brunette. Such a shame he thought. She held the tray in her hands, he could tell she felt uncomfortable. Jeremiah walked out of the bathroom and headed to the bed. He could feel the nurse follow him with her eyes. She walked quietly towards him like a cautious mouse. As he sat at the edge of the bed, she stood in front of him. He could smell her perfume, light and subtle, but as a predator he could taste it in his mouth.

Nurse: Let me fix that I.V. for you.
Jeremiah: No.
He looked directly into her eyes; her eyes had fear. She looked at the door when the doctor stepped in and rushed out quickly; avoiding his eyes.

Dr. Miller: How are you feeling Mr. Moore?
Jeremiah: Like a new man.
The doctor smirked and opened his file.
Dr. Miller: You had suffered a brain aneurysm. Explains the severe headaches, sensitivity to light and the seizure—
Jeremiah: I’ll live?
Dr. Miller: Yes, you are a very lucky man. Have you been hearing voices?
He knew if it were Adam he would have been taken off guard, but he was emotionless. The doctor took out a picture of his brain scan.

Dr. Miller: It seems we have found some abnormalities in your brain. (pointing to the center of the scan) I would like you to see Dr. Lynn Weeks for evaluation.
He handed him a card: Dr. Lynn Weeks PhD, MD 17 E16th STREET #4
Jeremiah looked to the door as a man walked in with his hands in his pocket. He showed identification to them.

Dr. Miller: I will leave you two to talk and I will set up your appointment. (Walks out)
Person: Doc. (nodding his head in greeting)
Jeremiah: Well now, look who we have here… Detective Crews.
Crews: I need to ask you a couple of questions about Claire.
It was nightfall as she stood in front of the hospital. She knew visiting hours were over as she looked at her watch. She thought about Adam. She decided to walk back to her car that was parked around the corner. As she walked briskly into the night, she passed by a car that seemed familiar. The black Buick Regal stood a couple of feet away from the hospital entrance. She looked inside and saw some files on the seat. She leaned in closely slightly fogging up the window with the breath of her nose, and saw a picture of a man with his family. As she focused closely she realized it was Detective Crews. She backed away from the car and looked quickly at the hospital’s main entrance. She felt panic grab her muscles and chills up her spine. She walked quickly to her car—almost running. She got into her car and put the keys into the ignition. She didn’t look as she sped out, but heard a band of car horns. She felt anxious and could hear her pulse in her ears. She wondered why Crews was at the hospital. How long was he there for? She didn’t want to go home, and remembered she had Adam’s keys. She decided to head to his apartment to gather her thoughts. She thought of everything that happened and felt sick to her stomach.
She opened the door to Adam’s apartment and felt around the wall for the light switch. She saw the blood stained carpet and sat at the edge of his bed. She thought about him, and felt terrible for not going up to see him. Her body trembled and she held herself.
Claire: I have to pull myself together- what was crews doing there? What am I going to do? What if they find out I killed Tom? My life is over…but that bastard deserved it! He deserved a lot more than what he got. I wish I would’ve tortured him first.

She took off her coat and went to wash her face. She walked into the bathroom and was surprised to see how neat everything was. He had everything in order ranging from size and color. She opened his medicine cabinet and saw prescription bottles. She read the names to herself, but didn’t know what they were for. She left the bathroom and started to look around his apartment. She felt curious about him now.
She walked over to his closet and turned on the light. She looked at his clothes and was amazed how organized everything was. She looked down at his shoes and noticed a box. She bent down and opened it, and saw that it was old case files. As she moved the box to the side she noticed that the floorboard was loose. She cleared the space and pushed down the floorboard. She felt apprehensive as she put her hand in the open space. She reached around and felt something cold against her fingers. She grabbed it and pulled out a knife with a black carbon handle. The steel blade was clean and sharp. She wondered why Adam kept it under the floorboard. She put her hand in again and felt around the space. It felt empty and was about to pull her hand out until she felt something soft—she grabbed it. She pulled it out and felt her heart stop—red silk. She stumbled back and laid against the closet door. She was gasping for air and felt like she was suffocating—an anxiety attack. She could feel her heart beat hard and her breath shaky, when suddenly the light went out. She jumped to her feet and felt around waving her hand to find the string to the light. She found it and pulled, but it wouldn’t turn on. She yanked at it frantically and stopped when she heard the floor squeak. Her voice trembled.

Claire: h…h…hello?
She felt tears run down her face. Her chest was sore from the rapid beating of her heart. The fear made her want to vomit.
Claire: (sobbing) please…
She extended her arms out searching for a wall. She realized the blinds and curtains were shut on how dark it was in the room. The search through the emptiness scared her. She heard breathing and dropped her arms. She began to slowly walk backwards. She bumped into something and felt someone cover her mouth tightly. She felt the breath on her ear and his voice chilled her veins.

Jeremiah: Surprise. (Claire’s muffled scream)

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?!