Chapter 35

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Viper's POV:

"So Mrs.Baxter, could you please explain to me what you saw?" I questioned, trying to be as polite as possible. On the ride there Dean decided to inform me on how much of an ass I've been here lately.

"Why? So you can call me crazy too? No body will believe me." She stated, looking down at her wedding ring and spinning it.

"Try me," I insisted. She looked up for a moment and sighed lightly.

"Well, I came down stairs, Donald-" she paused for a minute, looking at her ring again. "he was lying face down on the floor." She spoke softly. I nodded.

"We're sorry about your loss," Dean stated. She nodded and halfheartedly smiled. I grabbed her hand as a kind gesture and spoke slowly.

"I know this is hard for you. I understand that this is the last thing you wanna talk about but every detail can help us find out who did this to Donald." I said calmly, smiling in a pity sort of way. "Is there anything odd you remember from that day? Even before his death. Any smells, sights, sounds that seemed odd?" I questioned further.

"No, not really." She stated, taking a short pause. "Well there was one thing."

"What was it?" Dean questioned.

"You're safe with us." I told her. She nodded.

"A dove, carved into his chest." She silently cried before shaking her head and looking down. I gave her hand a light squeeze and looked at her to continue but she stayed silent.

"Did you smell anything? Maybe sulfur? Or walk through any cold spots that day or days before or after?" Dean asked her.

"No, no sulfur. And no cold spots the day before and as far as days after," she continued, gaining her composure. "they locked me in here the minute I told them about the gods." She whispered.

"What gods?" I pressed.

"The goddess Aphrodite," she stated. "she killed my husband."

"Aphrodite? Like the goddess of love and beauty?" I questioned.

"Yes, that one." She replied.

"Why would the goddess of love want to do something so awful?" I questioned, more towards Dean than her.

"That's what I've been asking myself, Donald was such-such a loving man.." She broke down in tears again.

"We promise we will try as hard as we can to figure this out for you," Dean said in a calming voice. "We will give you a call as soon as we know something."

"Thank you," I told her, giving her a small smile and a final squeeze on her hand.

"What the hell is going on?" I mumbled as Dean and I made our way out of the nursing home.

"Hell if I know," he replied, unlocking Baby's doors and sitting inside.

Harley's POV:

"Alright, thank you." I said, hanging up the phone.

"Who was it?" Sam questioned, coming out of the bathroom.

"The guy we spoke to at the police department," I replied, sighing and rubbing my temples. "The neighbor was found dead this morning. Said he seemed to be crushed or 'squeezed to death'."

"Wait, like something squeezed him until he died?" Sam asked, confused.

"Yep," I stated, popping the 'p'. "and get this, two days before his death he reported seeing a huge man outside his house, in a horse carriage." I crossed my arm. Sam furrowed his eyebrows for a moment before raising them.

"Her-Hercules?" He stuttered for a second.

"You got any better explanation?" I shrugged.

"Nope, not at all." He replied. "The guy have any family?"

"No, nobody other than his house keeper, Carla." I stated.

"Well, let's go question the house keeper then." He replied. I nodded and got dressed in my, not at all comfortable, FBI outfit, leaving off the ugly ass tie.

"You ready, Sammy?" I called out. "We gotta go before Carla decides to leave the scene before we get there."

"Yeah, I'm ready." He said back, tying his shoe. I grabbed my pistol, my badge, my blade, and headed out of the motel room.

About 20 minutes later we arrived at the residents. Cops were lined outside the house, caution tape strung up everywhere, your modern day crime television set up. Sam and I made our way through the crowd of cops and ducked to go underneath the tape.

"Hi, I'm Agent Coleman." Sam said, holding his hand out towards the officer that stopped us at the door. "This is my partner," he motioned to me. "Agent Ryan." The cop nodded his 'hello' to me and I nodded back.

"Pretty gross," the cop stated, nodding us towards the sheet covered corps. "man was practically flat when we found him."

"Wow," I stated. "he must've been a neat freak, this place seems pretty tidy."

"Yeah. No signs of forced entry, struggle, nothing." The cop replied. "He was huge on history,"

"Oh, was he?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, he kept a showcase full of a whole bunch of artifacts." he replied. "Follow me."

The officer led Sam and I down the hall to a huge glass case full of random things.

"Wow, lot of cool stuff." I stated, looking around for anything that came up.

"Yeah, most of it I don't really know much about. But according to the people that knew him best, he was a huge mythology geek." The officer stated.

"Oh, that's-uh-" Sam stated, "interesting."

"So, he was big on myths, legends, Greek gods, that sort of thing?" I asked.

"I'm guessing so," the officer replied. "I'll let you two have at it, have a nice day." He nodded.

"Thank you, officer-?" Sam said, in a questioning tone at the end.

"Officer Brian," the man replied, holding out his hand. "Let me know if I can do anything else for ya."

"We will, thanks." Sam said.

"Hey, Sammy?" I said, catching his attention. "Does that look like Hercules golden-leaf headband to you?" I questioned towards an object sitting towards the back of the case.

"Damn it.." Sam mumbled. I was thinking the same exact thing.

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