"In her own bed," the inspector said in an angry whisper. His fists clenched and shivers went down his spine. He wasn't scared. No, not Desmond. The man was absent of fear. What was the cause of his shivers was the anger that pulsed through his body with every heartbeat as his eyes surveyed the crime scene. Like he did with all the recent ones, his mind played through what he knew happened. He could see it taking place vividly and this only served to fuel the emotion of hatred that swelled in his heart.
"Collect the seeds. All of them. Test them all, dust them, and find out where they are sold and farmed."
His command was obeyed by two officers designated to collect important evidence of the scene. They knew the normal procedure of what to collect, but Desmond needed to make sure his mind was spoken. He approaches the bed where the gritty scene told its tale.
"What can you tell us? How are you going to help us? Tell me you fought back, that you have a message for us..."
He pleaded to the victim. Though she lay there void of life, her blood screamed for justice. In some cases, the victim would make efforts to fight back which, in turn, would give Desmond and his team what they needed to put Ehvar away for life.
Sadly, as Paul looked over the victim, he found no such detail. Further examination, however, did reveal the missing finger.
"Her ring finger is missing... I doubt it’s around but cover the entire apartment. This gown... he had here wear it for his sick game. Find the clothes she had on when she let him in."
"How do you know she let him in?"
"I feel it in my gut."
After a search is commenced outside the bedroom, a call to the inspector is made from his sergeant.
"Captain! You need to see this."
The folded clothes were found as well as the envelope.
"Open it, carefully."
The key is revealed. They deduce that it must fit the music box that is playing that incessant tune. Desmond and the sergeant find the inevitable: the ring with the ribbon attached.
The sergeant states what they're thinking, "Probably from the last victim. We'll test it to make sure."
"He's sending us a message. It's a game to him. We won't find the finger here. Make sure to see if any parts of her clothes have been torn or cut off."
Desmond reaches to the music box and stops the tune. He looks over the victim again. By now the pathologist was making her routine examination before moving the deceased.
"What is it, inspector? I know that look..." she says from the other side of the false-bride.
"This isn't her gown. Find out where it came from."
He turns to look out the window. Rain was now pouring down outside and it slightly tattered against the window from the gusts of wind parading through the air outside.
"What? No inappropriate comments?" She continues her initial examination.
Desmond doesn't answer. He's quiet, staring out the window. Finally, after a few moments he sadly says:
"This is a horrible day for rain."
"Collect the seeds. All of them. Test them all, dust them, and find out where they are sold and farmed."
His command was obeyed by two officers designated to collect important evidence of the scene. They knew the normal procedure of what to collect, but Desmond needed to make sure his mind was spoken. He approaches the bed where the gritty scene told its tale.
"What can you tell us? How are you going to help us? Tell me you fought back, that you have a message for us..."
He pleaded to the victim. Though she lay there void of life, her blood screamed for justice. In some cases, the victim would make efforts to fight back which, in turn, would give Desmond and his team what they needed to put Ehvar away for life.
Sadly, as Paul looked over the victim, he found no such detail. Further examination, however, did reveal the missing finger.
"Her ring finger is missing... I doubt it’s around but cover the entire apartment. This gown... he had here wear it for his sick game. Find the clothes she had on when she let him in."
"How do you know she let him in?"
"I feel it in my gut."
After a search is commenced outside the bedroom, a call to the inspector is made from his sergeant.
"Captain! You need to see this."
The folded clothes were found as well as the envelope.
"Open it, carefully."
The key is revealed. They deduce that it must fit the music box that is playing that incessant tune. Desmond and the sergeant find the inevitable: the ring with the ribbon attached.
The sergeant states what they're thinking, "Probably from the last victim. We'll test it to make sure."
"He's sending us a message. It's a game to him. We won't find the finger here. Make sure to see if any parts of her clothes have been torn or cut off."
Desmond reaches to the music box and stops the tune. He looks over the victim again. By now the pathologist was making her routine examination before moving the deceased.
"What is it, inspector? I know that look..." she says from the other side of the false-bride.
"This isn't her gown. Find out where it came from."
He turns to look out the window. Rain was now pouring down outside and it slightly tattered against the window from the gusts of wind parading through the air outside.
"What? No inappropriate comments?" She continues her initial examination.
Desmond doesn't answer. He's quiet, staring out the window. Finally, after a few moments he sadly says:
"This is a horrible day for rain."
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