A/N: Picture of Luke Atkins >>>>>>
Luke told me I had a case, but I never knew it was a big crime scene. Sydney and I pulled into a large driveway of a mansion with police cars flooding the streets. Cops were talking amongst themselves while detectives were walking around the house. Noisy neighbors were peeking from their lawns (don’t they have a fucking life, go to work) while the kids chased each other pretending to be policemen themselves. I pointed to the neighbors and made a serious face that was filled with hatred and anger. “I don’t know karate, but I do know crazy and I am not afraid to use it.” I swiftly turned and watched Sydney smirk at them before waving them off. I didn’t care, but Sydney wanted everyone to love her…hence her inner problems.
The smell of pine and death came into my system and I turned my head to a CCSA agent approaching me. She had red hair cut into a bob. Her lips were the same color as her hair reminding me of Bozo the clown. I wonder if he had blue eyes like the ocean…and big knockers too. She waved her hand for me to follow after her.
Sydney walked behind me with a clipboard in hand. When I reached the CCSA agent she outstretched her hand. I shook it and then released soon after cause her grip was making my bones ache. She turned on her expensive heels and “I am Gabby, Division 3 of the CCSA. Come on, the cops are leaving the scene soon and you need to view the body.”
Dead? Body?
Not again…I didn’t mean to do it!
I stopped in my tracks and looked down at my feet. “Miss Riggs, are you okay?” I noticed Gabby looking at me curiously. I felt my limbs shaking. My entire body was quivering. I looked up at her and gave her a half smile. “Oh yeah, I’m fine.” Sydney patted my back but her face was enveloped in curiosity. Gabby quickly walked ahead of us and into the large mansion.
It was nicely decorated with antique vases as centerpieces on coffee tables. Nice vintage sofas and rugs with paintings that were higher than my annual pay check. I didn’t want to touch anything because, knowing me, the house would end up in the blaze of flames. Sydney must have had the same idea as she cautiously watched every step she took. Gabby led us down a corridor where a few officers were talking amongst themselves. “Gabby, over here.” A tall man, with a teddy bear look going for him, waved us over. “That’s Kent, Head of the Police Department.” Kent looked like he would have that awkward moment where he is running and his breast would be bouncing.
We walked to Kent and his eyes were large and puffy, he almost looked as if he hasn’t slept for days. He gave Sydney and I a questioningly look. “There with me. Tell them what you told me.” Gabby ordered as someone called for her attention. “Alright, but I may warn you…its kind of gruesome ladies.” Kent walked back into the main foyer and then into the kitchen.
“Two in the morning, we got a call from some old geezer who said there was strange activity going on down the street. We checked it out and nothing was out of the ordinary. We knocked on the door and no one came to answer.” Kent opened the door to the backyard. A rose garden was organized to the right and a nice patio was to the left. We walked down the steps and straight to the pool.
“We left the premises shortly afterwards. This morning the guy who cleans the pool wasn’t expecting to find anything out of the ordinary.” He stopped at the edge of the pool and pointed to something that was being overcrowded by random officers and detectives. “The owner of the house was found face down in his pool. Time of death is said to be around 1 to 2 a.m.” I gasped and Sydney quickly ran away from the scene. She was probably getting rid of her lunch and breakfast that she had earlier that day.
“He drowned, but that is not the weirdest part.” The cop walked over to the table on the patio and handed me a plastic bag. “This evidence was found in one of the bedrooms. It belonged to a woman.” It was black lace underwear, large underwear that could fit a cow. At that time Sydney decided to join us again, she apologized and lowered her head to the ground for not having a strong stomach. “Well, we are looking for further evidence. We know we are looking for a woman probably a prostitute-” I raised my hand and walked over towards the obese body while holding my breath. I examined his grey hair that was slowly fading, giving him a bald spot. His teeth were perfectly white and his lips were a fresh frosted pink.
YOU ARE READING
Zone 130
Science Fiction*I am no good with summaries so please don't judge the book on it* Melanie Riggs was twenty-one and was having the time of her life. Unlike most people though, she is a Contractor, humans with special abilities. Even though she is a Contractor she w...
