"Stop that."
I jumped slightly as my eyes shot over to the familiar hulking form standing in the doorway of my bathroom. I always forget how tall Derek is until I'm standing right next to him. Or in this case in front of him.
"Stop what?" my brows...
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I remember getting that call… And I remember the sheer horror I felt when I walked into that scene…
Twelve years ago
Blood was everywhere. Over nearly every surface of what was supposedly the living room, giving off a putrid stench that nearly made me sick. Being the only senior detective at the time, I had much experience with gruesome scenes such as this one, but that didn't make it any easier.
“What's the state of the victim?" I asked the medical examiner, being careful not to step on any blood that's pooling around the body.
You never realize how much blood can come from one body until you see a crime scene like this one. I feel like I should be wearing a hazmat suit.
George, the medical examiner helping me on this case, sighed deeply as he hunched over the body slumped between the coffee table and couch.
“Well, we found his ID on the coffee table.” He grunted,tilting his head to said table, "Name's Zachary Books, 27.” I nodded, swallowing the bile that rose up my throat when George rolled the body to lie flat on its back.
I took a step closer, taking out a handkerchief from my pocket to cover my nose and mouth as I leaned in behind George so he could show me what all he's discovered.
Poor bastard…
“But if you're asking me about the cause of death, then I'd have to say it's definitely this gash along his larynx, though it could also be the multiple lacerations to the chest- I'll have a better answer on that after I've examined the body more thoroughly.”
“Understood. Any clues on the murder weapon?”
"Uh, yes actually– Eli should have it in the evidence bag already.”
" Wait- you found the weapon? What kind of killer just leaves the weapon lying out in the open? It's usually one of the last pieces of evidence we find!” I was honestly shocked.
I mean- this never happens. Okay, maybe not never, but it's still very rare.
"Isn't that your job to find out? I'm just the medical examiner.” George snickered and I rolled my eyes. Before I could respond I heard a scream coming from the basement.
"What the actual hell was that?” I yelled, hoping one of the officers that filled the place would give me an answer, but the answer I received stilled my heart.
" Johnson! There's a kid down here! She's… she's covered in blood!” Eli yelled from the basement before a string of curse words left his lips. I didn't hesitate and ran down the stairs.
“What the fuck?" I muttered, my eyes as wide as saucers as I gawked at the sight in front of me.
