No Way Back♣ The first hour ♣
Jo leaned dangerously far back on her seat; balancing the stool on which she sat on only two legs with just the balls of her feet touching the ground. The coffee pot had enough inside for her to get one more cup, but with all the spilling it turned out she would just about get three quarters worth. Her other hand held the tablet displaying the newspaper while her mouth was chewing on a bite of croissant, butter and jam. "Fffhatheffell!?" She exclaimed as her mouth was still pretty much full and quickly took a swag of coffee to wash it down. " She had her long, red hair pinned atop of her head and would step into the shower after she was done reading the news. 'Serial killer a woman!'
With a pissed off gesture she slammed her mug back on the table, losing another tenth of its contents. It would dry up and go well with the rest of the coffee stains on her breakfast table.
Throwing the reader down, she took in a deep breath and ran her hand over her face. "They fucking leaked it! Bunch of stupidaaaargh!!!" The woman stood up in her flannel PJ's and walked towards the far end of her loft, knocking over the box of cereal in the process. She growled, but just figured she would take care of it when she got out of the shower. Meanwhile, she grabbed herself a towel and turned on the faucet as she continued to mutter with a toothbrush in her mouth. "Cafftain if gonna be piffed!!" It was only then that she took the time to actually look at her phone and saw it was dead. "Fffffffuuuck!"
She had worked with the police for months now, profiling the attacker that was mentioned in the newspapers and they were getting close. At first Josephine had a hard time trying to get the hard ass cops to take her seriously and stop trying to ask her out on dates, but now it seemed that she was becoming part of the team. One breakthrough had led to another, especially after she had figured out that it was a woman that had been doing the killing and not a man. It was highly unusual for serial killers to be female and leaking information to the newspapers about it hadn't been part of the carefully laid out strategy and of course on top of that her phone had now died on her!
Spitting the toothpaste out into the sink, she hopped out of the bathroom and was looking for the charger to get some juice into the thing, dreading the alerts that would tell her just how many calls she'd missed. Oh God... the big clock showed it was barely five o clock yet, as it was still dark outside and she had a hell of a time waking up. It was a good thing she had, because the alarm on her phone wouldn't have woken her. Now that she thought of it, she didn't readily remember what it was that had woken her, but she had felt the irresistible urge to get up... So, she had...