Victim of Addiction

Lilly and Scotty investigate a cold case involving the death of a fanfiction author.

The Murderer

Cameron Reid had a dark tan and hair that reached to his shoulders. Like Joey had described, he had a crooked nose. "So, what happened with that?" Scotty asked in an attempt to lessen the hostility.

Cameron gave a snort. "Psychotic girlfriend a while back. A real bitch, she was."

"Yeah?" Vera asked. "What was her name?"

Cameron was still under the impression that they were just citizens. "Hannah. She was a redhead. Had the temper to go with it too. I'd much prefer a blonde – you know how it is, blondes have more fun," he wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Scotty nodded. "Yeah. I agree. But sadly, Hannah is dead," he pulled out his badge.

Cameron raised his hands. "Whoa! I never did nothing to that bitch!"

"Well, that may be so, but you're going to have to come back with us for a few questions," Vera told him, and Scotty lead his to the car.

"We have a witness saying that you were abusing Hannah at the time of her disappearance. Maybe it just got out of hand?"

Cameron snorted. "You're full of shit. I wasn't the one who wanted her dead. That would be Colin."

"Colin Pemberton?" Cameron nodded.

"He looks all innocent when you talk to him at first – a bit of a freak, but nice. He's anything but nice. He wanted Hannah to himself, but I wasn't gonna share."

Lilly gave a clearly fake smile. "Sorry, Cameron, but you're going to have to pull the other one. We have Colin's diary from that time, there's absolutely nothing to suggest he had anything to do with it."

"Well he did! He helped too!"

Lilly paused and looked at him. Cameron was trying to reverse what he had said somehow. "That came out wrong!"

"It certainly did. So you did have a part in killing Hannah Underwood?"

"Do I get some kind of deal if I tell you exactly what happened?"

Lilly rolled her eyes. "No. Consider it lucky that we didn't catch you before."

Cameron put his head in his hands, and began to recount what had happened.

Hannah was wearing a plain olive green tee and dark black jeans. She knocked on the door and Cameron opened it, dressed only in his red and white polka dot boxers and holding a stubby in his right hand. Hannah winced visibly at the sight of the alcohol and instinctively drew her arms around herself protectively. "Hello luvvie," Cameron slurred, hugging her with the arm that was also holding the stubby and spilling some on her shirt.

"Cam," she whined.

Cameron grabbed her hand and pulled it to his chest. "Scratch," he commanded, and Hannah obliged, looking disgusted as she massaged his chest hair. "Now luvvie, loosen up. Here, have some," he shoved a stubby into her hand and watched as she took a swig awkwardly. She burped, quickly covering her mouth.

Cameron began to laugh at her. "Come on in, luvvie."

"I have a name, Cameron Jonathon Reid! Use it." Hannah stormed angrily as he pulled her inside. Cameron put his stubby on the bench, and took hers and placed it on the bench also.

"Aw, luvvie," he told her as he leaned toward her for a kiss.

She slapped him. "Look, Cameron, I came here tonight to tell you that if you don't start treating me properly, I'm going to leave you."

Cameron's face contorted into the very picture of rage as he delivered a punch to her jaw. He stood over her, satisfied, as she sat on the ground crying and holding her jaw as she rocked back and forth.

"Where would you go without me, Hannah? You have no one."

Hannah managed to speak through her tears and her probably broken jaw. "That's not true! Colin wants me!"

Cameron laughed. "Not true, Hannah. See, Colin is here tonight. He found out about your cheating on him."

Colin emerged from one of the rooms. "HI Hannah," he said, smiling maliciously.

"Colin! Please, help me!" Colin shook his head, telling her that cheating on him was unacceptable. Hannah retorted that he was doing the exact same thing, but Colin didn't seem to be listening to her.

Colin pulled a pair of latex gloves, and handed a pair to Cameron. "Do not take these off until I tell you," he instructed.

"Colin? Cameron?" Hannah said warily. "What are you doing? Why?"

"Killing you," Colin told her as he tied her arms together with a length of rope. Cameron tied her legs together. They tightened to knots to make sure she couldn't move.

"Why!"

"Because, bitch. You told everyone – even freaks on that freak site who don't even matter – that Colin was your boyfriend."

"They're not freaks! They do matter. Oh, please, why are you doing this?"

They didn't answer. Colin grabbed a roll of duct tape and peeled the end off. He wrapped it repeatedly around her head so that she couldn't speak.

"You know Hannah, it's kind of ironic. You making me watch all those crime shows with you – they taught me how not to get caught. So," Colin gave a feral grin at this point. "I guess you really are, in a twisted kind of way – a victim of your own addiction."

Cameron then went and got a knife. "Those crime shows also showed me how to slit someone's throat properly," he commented as he and Colin lifted Hannah onto a sheet of plastic. Colin held her still, while Cameron pushed her chin down to her chest and used the knife to slit her throat.

They rolled her up in the plastic sheet and used some extra rope to tie the ends together, a bit like a mega sized Christmas Cracker.

Colin glared at Cameron. "Put the knife in there too. Come on."

They dumped the body into Colin's fathers Ute. "I guess this is the last time we'll see each other, Cam. Nice knowing you,"

Cameron nodded. "Bye." Colin drove off and around the corner before going out of sight, Hannah struggling for her last few seconds of life in the back.