Just Like Daddy *Sequel to Daddy Did It*

Chapter 14:The Body

*Detective Seth Rodney's POV*

I sat in my new, yet bleak office. I have only been a detective for a week now, but this old yet new to me office is getting old. I miss walking my everyday beat. Sharing a cup of coffee with my partner. Now I'm too caught up in cases and paperwork to even take a bathroom break. Crime never stops, and there has always been more criminals then there have been cops. It's not easy being out numbered, but there are worse things.

To me the worst cases are the emotional ones. You can do a drug bust without shedding a tear. But when someone gets murdered, you have to take a lot of steps to get through the case. You have to talk to the victims family, most of the time they don't know about the death until you tell them, unless they found the body of course. Dealing with the family is always hard. People get emotional and  accusations start to fly. You have to be sensitive when talking to the family of the victim, yet you need to keep them on track and ask your questions. It's best to not get personally involved in a case, though sometimes that's hard to do when your victim is just a kid.

Take my last case for example. A seven year old girl was found beaten and murdered in the woods behind Folkly Park. It was a pressing case because after we found the body of the girl and processed the scene, we discovered we had not one but two victims and one was unaccounted for. I was pressed for time, needing to find the still missing child. I didn't have time to help the family grieve, I needed my questions answered so I could find the girl.

The seven year old's family was anything but helpful. They danced around my questions, and didn't seem at all concerned for the second missing child. I seemed to be the only one truly concerned with the child's where abouts and that made the case personal.

I got the case solved, though I almost got myself and the girl killed in the process. I found our suspect and was at his home, but I needed to wait for back up. I was getting impatient and decided to go ahead and head in. Little did I know that our suspect knew we were on to him and had a loaded gun waiting for me when I entered the home. I walked in to find myself staring down the barrel of his gun and limited on options.

I managed to gain control of the situation long enough by subduing the suspect so I could draw my own fire arm. Before I could do much else the suspect pulled a little girl into the line of fire, not giving me many options. The suspect had his gun pressed to her skull and had it not been for the back up arriving in time, that situation could have gone any way.

And so now here I sit in my office, lost in my own thought. Not yet wanting to get to the pressing matters that await me within the folder on my desk. I stared at my black, freshly shined shoes that sat propped on my desk and wondered why I ever took this job. Yes, it pays more. Yes, it is a step up from where I was. But even though all that is true, the pressing matter is that cases are emotionally stressful. I don't just answer a 911 call and break up bar fights anymore. I save lives, solve murders, bust dealers, and get shot at, just like my other position.

I lowered my shoes to the ground and lifted the file off my desk. It had been brought in a little over twenty minutes ago and already I was beginning to stress over it. Just the thought of a heavy case concerned me and I don't even know what it is yet. Upon opening the file I found that this indeed is going to be a pressing case.

A woman at the age of twenty seven by the name of Anna Monroe was found dead in an old motel room. The manager had gone to check the room because the guy who paid for it, with a false name of course, had yet to check out. The man used Anna's credit card to purchase the room and the manager didn't seem the least bit concerned that a man was using a woman's card. The manager found the body around nine o-clock this morning and called it in. The officer who got the call tried to get a description, but the manager was drunk and the security cameras were just for show. I can already tell this case is going to be a long one.

The coroners report stated that the cause of death was lose of blood and blunt force trauma to the head. Our suspect has to be a guy, because according to the report the woman was stabbed over forty times. Stabbing someone that many times takes a lot of strength, and rage for that matter. This guy must have been seriously pissed. The report also stated that she was raped and sodomized with a knife... Okay that's just wrong...

I sat the report down and rubbed my eyes. There are so many things wrong with this case already, I just hope that this is a one time thing for this guy and that I don't have the start of a serial killing on my hands.

With a sigh I picked up the file and began to go through it again, reading the crime scene report. The scene of the crime itself was pretty clean considering the victim lost so much blood, so I'm think that the motel room was just a dump site and that the killing is taking place somewhere more isolated. Maybe a storage place or home.

I look at the last page of the report and see that the victim's family has yet to be notified. I guess they left it to me to do that. I stood up from my chair and rounded my desk, leaving my office. It didn't take long for the hustle and bustle of the station to fill my ears. The sound was welcoming, like home.

I left the station slowly, trying to decide on how to talk to the family of Anna Monroe. This is always the hardest part. I opened my car door and slipped behind the wheel, starting the engine. It took me only ten minutes to get to Anna's parents' house.

I walked up the short pathway, toward the simple one story home and knocked on the door. I counted to six before the door was opened and I was greeted by a man.

"Who the hell are you? We don't want what you are selling." The man said, barely holding the door open.

I pulled my badge out of my pocket and held it out. "Detective Seth Rodney, sir. I'd like to speak with you. It's concerning your daughter, Anna."

"Anna? She ain't here, she went out last night to some club. Ain't back yet." He stated dryly.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about, sir. May I come in?"

The man opened the door and a female voice floated out of the kitchen. "Bert? Honey, who is at the door?" A small, petite woman came out of the kitchen and smiled when she saw me.

"It's just a Detective, Milly." Bert stated, leading me into the sitting area. "He is here to talk to us about Anna."

Milly looked at me excitedly. "Did she get in trouble? That girl is always starting trouble."

I felt so guilty. Milly is so excited to hear where her daughter has been, but I do not carry good news... "Um, yes well, why don't we all sit down."

"Of course!" Milly chimed, pulling Bert unto the couch with her. "Do you know where Anna has been?"

I cleared my throat and decided to remain objective. "Yes, I do. I would like to give you my condolences on behalf of the police department... I was informed not long ago that your daughter had been found in a hotel room not far from here."

"Hotel room? She went clubbing!" Bert protested.

I nodded. "Yes, she went to a club down town."

"How did she get to the hotel room?" Milly asked confused.

"Ma'ma... Your daughter was found dead this morning by the hotel manager..." I explained.

My statement brought on a long period of crying and denial. Today is surly going to be a long day.

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Hey again guys. so like I said last chapter. You have now been introduced to the detective on the case. Comment and Vote. Let me know what you guys think so far and all that jazz. Follow me and I will follow back.