Dog Days are Over

Chapter Three: Memories

I closed my eyes running through possible scenarios of events that would lead up to this but none of them satisfied me, and then one that had nothing to do with the case pushed its self to my attention.

Not a thought but a memory, one that I had stuffed in my past and thought of it gone. And I was wrong.

Such a sharp gasp escaped me that it woke me from my mental pause, and I realized I was tensed, cold and yet sweating with a racing heart beat. Adam had a hand on my back trying to ease me to a calmer state.

"Are you okay? You're scaring me just now."

"I-im sorry, I dont know what got in to me." I stuttered, feeling nervouse and panicked.

"You sure," he said, "or is it that you don't want to tell me?"

I looked at him to close any doubt's and said, "don't ignore the situation your calling me in for this case, I haven't had my beauty sleep yet."

"Yeah, I can see that." I couldn't help it, I had to smile. Adam's idea of a joke always had that effect on me, and he knew it.

"Well I'll let you to it, I'm going to search records."

"Records?" I questioned.

"Yeah, no one goes camping without leaving a deposit, and a name."

Another smile...I like hearing good news.

So off he went, and left me with Sheryl; I couldn't help but feel awful for her. If someone did kill her, why would they?
"Someone did this, and I'll prove it" I promised her.

I knelt down again, and gently lifted her wrist fighting rigor mortis. There was sings of a struggle, violet bruising circling her inner wrists.

I knew it.

I took out my baggie of goodies, and took samples of her fingernails, the inside of her mouth, and one of the gashes on her chest; the deepest one, where parcial ribs are exposed.

Just then my phone rang. With out checking who was it I answered, "what did you get?"

"Her class schedule," it was David, "get this; yesterdays classes were canceled do to a bomb threat, and today she would have to checked In to her a signed panic number to see wheather classes are canceled today or not."

"Makes sense."

"To you maybe."

"Thanks David." I said and hung up.

I took a look at her legs, mainly for any signs of sexual assault but found none. Her thigh was severed roughly, multiple attempts to disconnect the two parts.

As I retrieved my hand back a small object caught my eye and so I pulled out a latex glove out and placed it on my hand. It looked like Sheryl had a in growth bone fragment at the base of where her thigh broke off. I pulled and realized how Hard it was to do so, instead I got out the pliers from my baggie and used them to pull it out; in one heave with increasing strength I pulled the now three inch bone fragment looking thing.

I placed it in a zip-lock bag to examine it better but upon looking at it I knew something horrible had happened to this girl. My heart gave a stutter as I saw what I had truly just discovered.

The fragment rested in the bag moving with the increasing shaking in my hands, I couldn't help it, I knew what the fragment was and it was not just a frgment.

The three inch tooth isolated my attention to the worst of my memories, and before I knew it I was sucked into my past.