Elusive Mind

The Masterpiece Of St. Folks Road

A red flashing light signaled for Damien Parker to retrieve his cup of coffee, this was his third cup. He gleamed into the warm styrofoam cup and could still see the swirling cream that the machine had just emptied inside. " Dame you aren't sick of that crap yet "? Spoke a husky voice from behind, he looked over his shoulder and saw his friend Jack Thompson wearing a yellow suit shirt, blue striped tie and a glossy gray pants. He had a cheeky smile on his face that rose his black beard high enough to his eyes which were green and innocent, his hair was short cut and jet black, he had a bright complexion but from a distance could be mistaken as white.

" This crap keeps a nigga awake ". Damien spoke slurping long. " Haha, all that energy and you still didn't finish that paperwork"? Jack gestured to Damien's steel work desk that had a tower of Manila envelopes and files. " I was getting right to that tattle tale Thompson and hey did you ever finish that application for the Secret Service"? " No, you know my place is here at the good old Federal Burea, besides I'm not like you Mr. Psychology I belong in an air conditioned office".

Damien was one of the FBI's ' special ' agents, he was physically capable to be a field agent and intelligent enough to be a detective ( which he was ). He had a Master's degree in psychology and sociology that made him a prize item to the agency and a want for other agencies, whom he turned down.

" Dude I keep telling you when it's time to move on you run for it". He replied putting his coffee on his desk causing some to spill. " And why hasn't your time come Dame, you've been here 10 years and you turn 33 next month I came here after you but suddenly I have to go "? Jack's eyes were pleading yet slightly angry. " That's besides the point Jay you actually like doing this shit ". He raised up a handful of his tower to Jack's face. " I'm good at two things....making you laugh and finding killers, not writing up how I got the bastard if I'm still needed here I'll stay the second I feel like I'm done I'll g....". A vibration from his washed blue jeans pocket disturbed his rant.

" This is Agent Parker......No sir I'm free ". He smiled pushing a stack of files down joyfully. " A murder.....a killing....what's the address?.....St Folks Road......I can be there in 20 minutes......bye bye". His face lit up with a large smile. " So you're happy that someone died "? Questioned Jack with folded arms. " Two people got killed and they say it's a weird one so I'm hyped to see ". He answered running to the office's large glass door exit. He continued his jog straight ahead to a bronze elevator door that slid open as if timed for him, he stepped in next to a blonde woman sharply dressed in all white he felt a bit under dressed wearing only a blue Tommy Hilfiger shirt, washed blue jeans a gold watch and blue and white Jordan tennis. His brown hair was high on his head and was near to an afro, he looked at the elevator's small panel and saw a green G appear on the screen.

The door slid open to reveal a large white foyer with a metal detector tower, 2 armed guards wearing bullet proof vests and a conveyor belt for metal items and bags; he walked forward and took off his shoes, watch, badge and walked through. The alarm went off and they aimed their M-14s at him, he threw his hands up and exclaimed. " I forgot the gun "! They took his chrome Desert Eagle out of his waist band and pulled him back to the entrance of the detector, this time he walked through with no problem he received his stuff and walked out into the illuminated night. The stars were bright and the moon was a shimmering blue, he checked the time and it read 11:34. " A nocturnal killer "? He whispered walking down to the parking lot.

He came to a security booth and flashed his badge to a white guard who was obviously tired, he walked in and immediately spotted his vehicle: A blue and black trim 2015 Ford mustang ( it stood out from all the other black cars ). He leaped inside and inhaled the fresh strawberry scent, he grabbed the blue leather wheel started his behemoth and sped off while blasting his siren.

His mind wondered on what type of killing it was, maybe beheaded or something more like mutilation at a young age he became fascinated with death and serial killers his parents listed him as mentally ill and he stayed two months in an institution. That's where his love of psychology sparked, the human brain always was a mystery to most but to him was like his favorite book with a new chapter everytime.

He was on St Folks Road when the blinding red and blue lights hit him ( this was definitely the place ). He could see a swarm of people crowding the police tape when he exited his car, a battalion of police officers blocked off their view whilst he flashed his badge and walked right in. He looked to see if a body was on the ground but to his surprise no, he looked at the green and white trim house that stood before him and could see the door wide open. " Agent Parker you've arrived ". Stated a tall black man dressed in white gloves, a black shirt, black suit pants and white bags on his feet ( probably to prevent contamination ). " Yes and you are "? " Detective Antwan Morris of the California state police I was the one who called I heard you specialized in these kind of cases". " I'd like to see the scene if that's fine ". Spoke a eager Damien. " Of course follow me ".

The man trotted up the porch stairs and Damien followed with a slower pace he wanted to savor the moment, he walked in and was astonished by the breathtaking view before him. From the roof hung a female body that was strung up by what appeared to be rope, the stomach was sliced open and the cavity was empty. The most surprising part was how another body was strung like a puppet to both of their intestines ( which took skill ). " What do you think Mr. Parker "? Spoke Antwan. " Well by the looks of the cavities there's no blood meaning the person had time......an hour or two, they also have skill to do this it probably took them about an hour meaning they're up three hours was anything found like a calling card"? After Damien finished his sentence a stucky bald man came with a plastic bag that contained a neatly folded piece of paper. " This was taped on the door, the neighbours found it after the husband came home from work and noticed the door opened about 20 minutes ago ".

Damien took the bag gingerly and unfolded the paper, it was made of newspaper, magazines and comic clippings.

It read: Lying is man's way of justifying their own truth Mr. Cornell justified his truth many times all under his wife's control, they remind me of Pinocchio and Gapetto so I dedicated this piece to them I call it The puppeteer's strings by THE ARTISTE .

Damien smiles to himself and turns to Mr. Morris. " We're not dealing with a killer Detective Morris we're dealing with an artist and this here is his first masterpiece ".