Mysterious Circumstances

Chapter 1 - Caught Up In a Fishy Situation

4 April 2016, Friday

**Detective Phelps POV**

"Two ChocaChinno's on the go, please. Two large chocolate doughnuts - dont forget the sprinkles."

I stand to the side of the que in Starbucks, alone, in awkward silence awaiting my order. I glance towards the window out of curiosity to see that my partner, Detective  Matteo Padrioor, was waving madly through the windshield of our police car. I'm not certain whether he is trying to signal me to hurry up because of a call,  or if he is just acting the fool like he normally does.

The sound of static electricity emitts throughout the room. My walkie-talkie coming to life. "Squad Car 5 needs to report to the crime scene at Central Park Pond. Do you copy Detective  Phelps? Over." the sound of static dies, and the room is left in partial silence.

"I copy," I repeat, and lookover to the woman working behind the counter, giving her a look so as to hurry up with my order.

Two large to-go coffees and a box fly across the counter towards me, and I collect them, rushing out the door.

"Brian, man, what took so long?" demands Detective Padrioor as he starts the car up.

We leave the car park of Starsbucks with a squealing noise, most probably leaving skid marks behind.
I flip the switches near the gear-stick, effectively switching on the lights and siren.

Ten minutes later we arrive at the crime scene, and see nothing out of the ordinary-well except for all the officers scrambling around for evidence and the yellow police tape we had to duck under to enter the perimeter of the crime scene.

A short, robust man stumbles towards me.
"Glad you could join us Detectives, especially you Detective Phelps-we all know about your reputation. So what we got here looks like a brutal murder, in that row boat, there is a girl 16  years of age with an ancient roman fishing hook pierced through her throat."

I look to my left, and see a large-ish fishing rod resting between two big boulders. I followed the fishing line to the boat, which is most probably connected to the hook-connected to the throat of the girl.

"Do we have a name?"
"Miss Jane is the Pathologist working on it Detective."

I nod to Detective Padrioor to follow up on other things, while I walk towards the boat to see what the body is looking like.

I climb in one of the Police Force inflatable boats, and row towards the boat.

Inside is a young blonde woman, about five foot three inches long, lying on her back on the bottom of the boat, with a gigantic fishing hook slashed through her throat.

This is sick! You can see she clawed her throat to try and rid of the hook, but with no progress what-so-ever to get it out.

Detective Padrioor walks towards me with a grim facial expression on his face, and an evidence packet in his hands.

"Please don't tell me it's another body of Careers'." Careers' is the name of a Serial Killer loose on the streets. He has killed two other young woman in age range of sixteen. He killed these girls with the props of a certain profession.

"Unfortunately, Careers' might be able to add to his body-count. I found this tape hidden deep between the two boulders by the fishing rod. It might be another video." That's another thing. Whenever Careers' makes a killing, he records a video while it happens, with him pausing intermittently during the shot. The strange thing is, he is never in it. Clever.

"I guess we better get the video machine and TV ready."

We solemnly walk to the car and drive towards the station, preparing to watch another gory murder video.