Page 7 of Jana's Fierce Biker

Chapter Four

Jana sighed when she pulled into her driveway. It had been one of those days when nothing seemed to go right. The fact that the doctor on call was rarely there made her job even harder.

She walked to the back of the house and saw a box by the back door. She tried to remember if she’d ordered anything, but she couldn’t come up with an answer. Once she opened it, she’d know.

She lifted the box and held it against her as she unlocked the door. After she closed the door behind her, she set the box on the kitchen table. Only then did she notice the blood on her arms. She tilted the box to the side to see the whole bottom saturated with blood.

“What the hell?”

She set her purse and keys to the side and ripped open the box. It took her a few minutes to recognize the collar she’d put on her cat, Snookie.

“What … no…”

She raced through the house, calling out her name. The fact that she hadn’t come to greet her like she normally did was a bad sign. She looked in every hiding place in her house. When she couldn’t find her, she walked back into the kitchen and stared down at the mangled mess that used to be her cat. She stood frozen, unable to grab a thought or feel anything because she was numb with shock.

“God, Baby, I’m so sorry. I’ll find who did this to you.”

Since Jana found the cat, she’d never ventured out of the house, so the person had to have broken in and caught her.

The sad thing was her cat probably walked up to the person, purring, and the son of a bitch grabbed her and tortured her before killing her.

What kind of sick fuck did that kind of thing? What had Snookie ever done to them?

Jana finally shook off some of the shock and concentrated on what she needed to do. After she placed the call to the police station, she sat down on one of her chairs and stared at the box.

Jana jerked when the doorbell rang. She opened her door to two police officers.

“Hello. Come in,” she said. “I’m Jana Hudson.”

“I’m Officer Richards, and my partner is Officer Johnson.”

She tried to smile. “I would say it’s nice to meet you, but you’ll understand in a minute.”

After she closed the door, she heard one of the men curse.

“Lady, are you injured?”

She shook her head in confusion. “No.”

“You’ve got blood all over you,” he said.

She looked down at her arms. She’d forgotten about the blood from the box.

“No. It’s what I wanted to show you.”

The two men followed her into the kitchen.

“Jesus, fuck!” one yelled at his first look in the box. He looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry about the language, ma’am.”

“I work in the ER. That’s nothing.” She tried to smile.

The other officer took out his pen and pushed down the flap. “What the hell is it?”

“My ca…” She cleared her throat. “My cat.”

Both men looked sympathetic.

“Tell us what happened.” The officer took out a pad of paper and started writing.

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