The detectives pulled up on the small suburban home in Long Island, New Jersey.
It looked like it belonged to an old lady from the chipped white picket fence surrounding the house.
A quilt was set outside on the wicker chair and Sanchez came to the conclusion that it definitely belonged to an old lady.
The stairs to the porch creaked under the footsteps of the detectives.
She knocked on the door and waited a while. Her eyes glanced all around, looking at the withered flowers on the lawn.
They look like they haven't been touched in months. Odd.
She knocks once again a little harder.
"G.C.P.D open up!" Her voice is loud when she speaks.
"Bust it" Sanchez nods and Jones does as follows.
He knocks into the wood with his shoulder hard enough to open it.
It goes flying and the detectives walk inside without a look behind.
It's dark, the only light comes from the dirty opaque windows.
The first thing that they see is a large staircase leading to the second floor.
"I'll cover the bottom, you take the top" she tells her partner and they separate.
She heads towards her left where the dining room lies.
A large table with a wooden rim and a glass middle is centred in the middle of the room.
An old chandelier hangs from the top. A large wooden plate holder stands against the wall.
Vintage looking flower print wallpaper decorates the walls of the house.
Dust seems to be collecting on the surfaces of the furniture and Sanchez furrows her eyebrows in confusion.
It's as if this house hasn't been lived in for a long time.
She walks into the kitchen to be greeted with the stench of garbage and rotten food.
Flies fly around the sink and the trash can.
She walks out and heads towards the other side of the house where the living room is.
As soon as she enters the room she stops in her tracks.
The nasty smell of rotting flesh fills her nostrils. Her eyes begin to tear up seeing as how the smell is so overwhelming.
She nears the love seat that was placed facing the tv and as soon as she does she gets the sudden urge to throw up.
An elderly woman sits with her head tipped back.
Her skin is rotten along with everything else.
"Jones! I found her" Sanchez yells and backs away from the corpse.
Her partner runs down the stairs and stands next to Sanchez to see the scene before them.
"Fuck. That was our only lead" he groans and plugs his nose.
"Call the Long Island police department and tell them we have a dead body here. I'll be outside if you need me" she rushes out before she's walking towards the entrance.
"Right behind you" Jones says.
Sanchez takes a seat on the porch steps and listens as her partner calls it in.
She shakes her head in anger.
Now who knows how long this case will take? A week? A month? Maybe even a year!
All she knows is that this is just the beginning of something very bad and very evil.
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Insanity At Its Best
Teen FictionFirst book in the Harley Quinn and Joker series. This story takes place in high school, way before they were the King and Queen of Gotham. They eventually grow into their roles of super villains along the way. (Illustration saved from Fiz-x.com) - W...
