Dead By Night Time - [ENGLISH]

40. Grievous Death.

Pov Wyatt Edwards
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I was able to become crazy right on the spot due to all the ringing phones and pinging walkie-talkies. The police station hasn't been this busy in months. I had paperwork to do and if this city didn't whine for my ass to be around I would've been done an hour ago already.

'Edwards.' Jimmy walked in with an exhausted look on his face, but he seemed dead-serious about something which immediately worried me.

'Conkling.' I nodded my head at one of the chairs in front of my desk, watching how Jimmy sat down and slumped a bit on his seat.

'We are in so much trouble.' He began, rubbing his hands over his face stressed, something he always did when he was overstimulated. I raised an eyebrow in question, wanting him to continue with telling me what was actually wrong.

'Five minutes ago, a woman called us up telling the operator that was on the phone with her that she hasn't seen her neighbor in two days, and when she gets to her backyard, she claims that she smells something rotten coming from her neighbor's yard.' Jimmy explained, making me draw my eyebrows together.

'Rotting body?' I asked as I got up and signed him to follow me.

'Yeah, she did mention that. She is scared something happened now that her neighbor lives all alone.'

'Can you send me the address? I will check it out, you stay here and help with the other incidents.' I commanded, walking into the garage to get to my police car. Jimmy nodded in response as he walked along to my car, typing something on his phone.

'I sent it to you together with the information the operator wrote down. Address appears to be 4205 12th Avenue North-East. Would be around nine minutes from here.' Jimmy said as he leaned on my car door as I got in, putting my seatbelt on. The address sounded familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it just yet.

'That's great, Jim, I will keep you informed.' With a nod he closed my door and stepped back so I could drive away. I would read the information about the call later, first I had to look at what we were dealing with, if it was indeed a dead body. 

Just as Jimmy had said, it didn't take longer than nine minutes to get to the right place. After ignoring the "No Parking" sign, I got out of my car and walked to the front door, knocking on the door three times before ringing the bell, but I didn't get answered, which raised my curiosity. I should look at the backyard for answers, was my guess, so as I made my way there, I peeked through all the windows, but didn't find anything suspicious except for a samoyed dog walking around hastily. Looks like the dog was upset over something, which didn't mean anything good. 

After pulling on the locked door of the backyard a few times, I groaned. Faith definitely wanted me to climb over the wood to make me break my hip or something. Lucky me, I did gymnastics when I was a young boy. 

With a huff I landed on both feet on the other side of the fence, not even having a scratch. Yeah, I was pretty proud of myself for doing that. 

As I turned to the house, my eyes immediately fell on the backdoor that wasn't fully shut, and the window in it was broken. As I walked closer to it carefully, I looked around in the messy garden, my hand resting on my gun. 

As I came to the window, I shut my eyes by the view of the kitchen floor, or more like what was laying on it. I never liked to investigate a place just to find a body, especially not to find a wounded one. 

With a sigh I opened them again and took a look at the window while sliding a pair of rubber gloves out my pocket, putting them on. The rock beside the woman's body told me it had been thrown through the window, glass shards being splattered over the ground.