THE DETECTIVE
"This is it?" I ask, puffing out smoke from the cigarette resting between my index and middle finger. In my free hand was a piece of crumpled paper, covered in blood. The note read out;
Care to come find me? Would love to see your face again.
From, Bunny
My eyebrows furrow, this will be important once I get more insight.
I glanced over to the cop who handed the note to me, noticing his sweaty hands and slight twitch on the corner of his mouth. If I could bet all my money on this guy throwing up in about 5 minutes, I would win every last penny.
He reminds me of an average civilian who will never face real problems. Problems that dont involve family or money. Just like the rest of the cops here.
If anything these idiots are too innocent and jumpy for my job. Who am I kidding? These kids wouldn't survive a whole minute doing what I do.They are just too busy sitting on their asses and handing out innocent people parking tickets anyway.
The cigarette butt hits my lips as I inhale deeply before letting out the smoke as I speak in a demanding voice, "Take pictures of every inch of the place. I don't want a dust spec, hell even a rat unchecked. You got that clear?"
Man, the look on his face is priceless. His skin turning into a pile of snow, those eyes wide open, "Y- Yes sir, W- We'll get that done" I make sure to watch him walk away, to give him a slight feeling of unease, if he wasn't feeling it already.
I trace his movements as he calls to other officers telling them my orders, hopefully in detail because if I find out one spot isn't checked, oh that HR call is going to be lovely.
My hands slip into the pockets of my pants, as I slowly walk around taking in the area.
Townhouses forming the small alleyway, they were most likely built maybe 20 years ago? The gutters and dirty brick walls give it away.
A couple street lamps that barely light up anything, the metal old and barely managed by the city because of "budget reasons". Really they don't fucking care, they'd rather more people die in the darkness than in light. Easier to deal with.In the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of purple and green graffiti on the walls right across the bodies. Almost like the killer is marking their body count down on the streets themselves, just like a dog pissing on a fire hydrant.
The part that I find amusing is that the paint didnt map out words, it was nothing but a picture. A quick outline of what seemed to be a little innocent bunny.
Out of all the animals this guy chooses, a tiny bunny. If you end up a killer and use an animal as your symbol, choose a fox. They are tricksters and value invisibility, just like everyone who picks up a blade.
God, a bunny though? The thought is just as laughable as an adult liking my little pony. Immature and ridiculous.
At Least now I know for sure that the note is from the killer.
I continue scanning the area until I wind up to where the bodies are, still on scene of course. Like I said, these idiots just love being slow.
Two teenagers. Around 17 or 18. One boy with dark hair, and a girl with light hair. Just seeing them breathless and cold makes me want to gag.
I let myself kneel down near them, already scanning over them to see if there are any obvious injuries. If I find anything now it would be a time saver, morgues usually take about 3 days to determine cause of death.Despite my eyes roaming all over them, there still isn't a trace of blood, not even strangle marks. Which is odd.
Couldn't have been a bullet, strangling, stabbing. Only possibilities that I could think of are drugs or some type of internal bleeding.
Whoever did this knows exactly what they are doing. Oh this is going to be one hell of a chase.
And I know I'm going to enjoy every second of it.
"Detective Windsor, sir" A shaky voice spoke that took me out my thoughts. Oh look who it is? Another whimsy cop. Lets hope this one isn't as miserable as the last.
"Yes?" I practically muttered through my teeth, clearly not enjoying the exchange already. As much as I appreciate conversations, they should know by now I'm not one for small talk.
My eyes glanced at him, taking a better look at him. This guy was about 5'9" probably convinces everyone he is 6'. He also ate way too much fish on his break and didn't even bother getting a mint.
"All evidence will be available for you tomorrow sir." He held out his hand to me. It took me a moment to figure out what he could want.
Oh right. The note.
My hand goes out my pocket slowly, holding the note up to his face. Just as he tried to grab it, my hand moved. I was definitely staring him down. "I think I'm going to take this back to my office."
I let my eyelids droop slightly making sure my scowl wasn't too noticeable, "I can get this analyzed quicker."
Not wrong about that, I have connections. Very good ones in fact.
But I gotta hand it to him, his mask was completely in check. That's something you rarely see, in anyone. Especially cops from this godforsaken city.
The cop gave me a slight nod, "Make sure to get it back to evidence." and just like that he walked away. Probably thinking he did his best, but really his hands were trembling as if he was going through withdrawal.
Just like that, my job there was done. But now this is where the real fun begins. The investigation.
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Mask of My Past
Mystery / ThrillerDetective Chase Windsor is called to the first scene of soon to be many gruesome murders marked by purple and green graffiti and eerie bunny figures. A note from the killer taunts him: "Care to come find me? Would love to see your face again. From...