The Revenge Murderer (Sequel to Axe Murderer)

Chapter 6- No Body No Crime

Police tape and sirens filled the scene. Strangers lurking in the dark, glimpsing onto the scene. Red and blue lights flashing bright in the unlit street. Detective Sexton stood in front of the condo. Rubber gloves, notepad and ball point pen already in hand.

When Detective Sexton entered the Hines' Condo, she took note of the blood stain splatter on the black and white tiles. Not even much of blood to call decedent on a missing person. Or how Detective Sextons husband calls it; time of death. No crimson red on the walls. No trail of blood, and drops on the kitchen counter. It was like she magically disappeared after being stabbed.

Destiny's mother sat at the kitchen table, shaken at the situation. Her whole body shook in fear, terrified, nervous, and anxiety over what she believe to be her deceased daughter. "Goody! You're here," said from the kitchen table. Her voice was hoarse from bawling her eyes out. "I'm sorry. I didn't introduce myself...Donna Hines."

"Where were you when your daughter was snatched?" Detective Sexton approached her and sat across. Her ball point pen was already taking notes in her notepad. Donna made no noise. The only noise that could be heard was from outside. "Ms Hines?"

"Yes?" Donna asked.

"Where were you when Destiny was taken?" Detective Sexton asked again. She could tell Donna Hines was in her late forties by the early crow feet wrinkles near her eyes and that she was in need of new glasses. She plucked out her phone and began to record her case and conversations.

"Destiny told me to go hide once she took a glance at the intruder. She didn't want anything to happen to me." She said. Hands were shaking still. Detective Sexton wrote down every details. "How could an intruder capture someone's daughter?"

"Where did you go and hide in?" Detective Sexton asked, ignoring Donna's one. Sexton's phone began to ring, she glanced at the unknown number and ignored it. Deep down, she hoped it wasn't urgent.

"Pantry. The smallest room with a lock."

Sexton's phone rang again. This time, she answered. "Catherine Sexton," she said. Her voice was irritated.

"Detective Sexton?" The voice was echoey and seemed robotic.

"Who's this?"
"A person who has a lot of evidence for you...meet me in the morning in front of the old campground."

"That's strange," Detective Sexton blurred out. "Anyway, you said a lock on the pantry door?"

"Yes," Donna said. "It was there when we first moved in."

It took Catherine a few minutes to even speak from the recent phone call. The room was silence once again. "Who's we?" She asked.

"Destiny, her father and I."

"And where's he at?" Catherine asked. She glanced onto the guys taking pictures of the so called crime scene. "Is he still in the picture?"

Her questions were flying out of her mouth. Expected and what makes her job more fun. The way she ask questions and see if it's a deep down answer.

"Somewhat. You can say something like that if affair and leaving his family for a younger women count."

Before they finished their conversation, Sexton's right hand man interrupted them with a huge expression across his face and held up a see through bag with human red polished nails and a few strings of brunette locks of hair. "Detective you may want to come check this out."

Catherine motion for the evidence and glanced at it. The red polished nails were gently pulled out and the locks of hair were cut off perfectly. "We'll run some dna test and get back to you. Goodnight Donna."

"Tomorrow morning I'll be late to the office. You'll be in charge of the team until I get back."

With that, every sirens and red and blue lights were gone.