More than murder

chp 1 - lovely place

Paris, October 20 2007

what a lovely place. I came over here because I was called over unexpectedly and now I'm just sitting on an uncomfortable hotel bed with crispy white sheets that have been washed that many times you couldn't call them sheets.

"It's a hotel though what do you expect?" turning around at the sudden noise I notice a familiar face. "Who are you." I say quickly levitating my hand over my gun in my back pocket. "Calm down, I'm meant to meet you here to work and investigation god your feisty."

they better not have sent me here to train this guy, feisty really? "So do you have anything on the case I need to see?"

"The Eiffel Tower"

"What does that mean" I question the random man all he does is shrug his shoulder and look to the side. Do you plan on telling me" "I don't know all I was told."

"then I guess we better go down" I say grabbing my jacket bag and keys leaving the hotel room.
so what's your name?

"uh it's will but I prefer Wilbur"

"Why do u prefer Wilbur?"

"As a kid I was always called it and I don't like will that much so I just tell everyone to call me it"

"And your name?"

"Mya seinfield".

I It's a very pretty name " he says walking around a corner .

"My mother picked it" I say looking down at my feet walking. so why do u look so familiar?

"Your guess is as good as mine"

I was fed up with his dry small talk so I just walked out of the room and headed to the Eiffel Tower apparently. He could catch up

"Jesus no need to rush"

"I was sent here for work not a holiday" this guy was getting on my nerves.

"Someone's grumpy"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"The sexiest, funniest, smartest, detective out there"

"U know what just shut up until we get there"

After that he didn't speak and we took a route off to the Eiffel Tower, the route was so romantic it was bright blue sky's and all these cute coffee shops on the way my blood was boiling at the fact of spending it with such a dickhead.

The romance ended quickly when we were met face to face with a body and blood covered in a big clear cover. Heading off to find who was in charge to get details.

"Sergeant Dunlop, do u mind filling me in on the facts?"

Last night at eleven Madame sway was brutally murdered with 12 stab wounds to the chest more like slashes actually, any cctv we have had been checked and played through her killer was completely unseen and didn't leave a single trace of dna anywhere.

"A ghost" Wilbur speaks up.

"Thanks serge we will take a look around"

"I'd check the body first There's something we want u to see, that's why u were called in"

He slowly pulled the sheets back to reveal hee dead body with eyes scratched out and a pentagram over her stomach.

"Oh my god" I slowly exhaled my face gone pale from the shock.

"Jesus I think that's the only thing that can shut u up"Wilbur remarked

"Read the area my god this isn't a time to make a rude comment don't be so disrespectful this woman lost her life"

I'm going to check later to see if I can get this twat of the case but for now I'm recalling what I learned about pentagrams in uni, see people always immediately think of the devil but really it was used in the ancient times to show the five senses or the five wounds of Christ. Also it is sometimes taken as a body like the two points going out near the top being arms the very top being a head and the other two legs.

Commonly it's seen as a symbol of protection or used in exorcisms driving away evil or in water entities.

"it's a five sided star and i think by this killers moves the other 7 wounds mean something"
I say to Wilbur who nodded his head in agreement, maybe the seven deadly sins if the pentagram is used in Christianity"

"You may have a good point"

"Oooo I bet that was hard to admit"

"I think u just wrecked any chance of me liking u" and shot him a smile