What We Leave Hidden

Chapter 2 - Blissful Ignorance

Holder typed a few things into his computer, pulling up a database.

"Everything you'd want to know is right here, pull up a seat"

I did as he said, sitting next to him and looking at his computer screen.

He began to speak as soon as he had my attention. "Back in the 17th century, this city was a puritan settlement-" he showed me some sketches of people who appeared to be townspeople.

He spoke again "being that they were religious, they sought to cleanse the town of impurities."

"So you're telling me that we have a bigot killing those he deems undesirable?" I quickly said

"No, I'm saying maybe there's a delusional freak who thinks he's a monster hunter" Holder glared, angry I'd interrupted him.

I got up and sighed "Holder, if you don't mind, I'll abstain from your campfire stories and get some damn work done."

"Jeez you don't have to be a douche about it..." He went back to his computer

I walked away towards the morgue, a little peeved. Was I the only one at the department who took their job seriously? Some days it sure seemed like it.
After a short walk, I reached the morgue and signed in. Strangely, the bodies hadn't been buried or claimed in the two weeks they'd been there. I put on gloves and an apron, then opened the first pod.
The body in the pod was one Emily Blackburn. She was 22, killed due to ballistic head trauma. In layman's terms, a gunshot wound. Looking at the body again made me notice something. The placement of the wound was professional, right between the eyes. The ME report said that it was from a handgun at close range, due to the gunshot residue on the forehead