AN: Hey guys i'm back with a new story! HOpe you enjoy it, I'll try and update it once a week.

Summary: Riley Jackson and Dylan Preston are back to solve another murder. When a body is found stuffed into a packing crate they're called in. Soon, they're thown into world of sex, drugs, lies, and prostitution. What will happen when Riley finds herself kidnapped by the murderer and held hostage. Will Dylan find her in time or will he come too late?

Chapter 1: The Murder

"Get over here now," A man's voice whispered as they pressed a knife firmly against the neck of a small teenage girl.

"Please, don't hurt me. I didn't do anything, I swear," She cried out, tears streaming down her face.

"Stay quiet," They whispered again, before looking around to make sure that they were isolated.

"Please," She begged, closing her eyes and praying for a miracle to happen.

"You know what you did, and now you have to pay," The man said, still holding the knife to her throat.

He brought her out to the open beach and warily watched for any passerby's. When he was satisfied that they were alone he brought her quickly to a small boat that had a metal box about 3 feet by 3 feet, a large knife, and rope.

"Please, what did I do," The girl whispered, as they neared the boat.

"Stay quiet, or I slit your throat," The man said, tightening his hold on her neck.

She felt the knife slid against her throat making a shallow cut, as if warning her as to what would happen if she spoke again. She whimpered once more before being dragged onto the boat. She was tied up at once before he started to row out to sea.

"Goodbye my love," The man whispered from behind her before grabbing the knife and slicing through her neck.

He worked quickly, cutting in various places, desperately trying to make the body fit into the box. Once satisfied he stuffed her in before sealing the box and tying a rope around it. Making sure that no one was around still he dumped the box over and quickly cleaned up his boat before pulling out a fishing pole and casting a line.

30 minutes later he pulled back to shore with 5 fish in hand. He glanced to see two other men by their boat

"How's the fish this morning?" One of the men asked him.

"Biting," He replied, before walking off.

AN2: Read and review please :)