The Puppet Master

Chapter One

This call wasn't like any other. There was no details given, no since of fear, nothing. The only thing there was in the tone of the person calling was urgency. The man who had called was Chief John Kale. He was usually a pretty blunt person who gets straight to the point. But this was a special occasion. He didn't get to the point in this phone call. No, he just explained to me I needed to get my ass to a warehouse in Love Field. I quickly told him I was on my way, and with that, I hung up. I picked up my black fedora, which I had almost forgot to pick up before leaving the first time. And with that, I left with my keys in my hand.
I typed in the directions that Chief had given me, into my GPS. What a handy little tool. Well, in my opinion at least. Once the directions were in, I was off, ready to see what the Chief was so urgent about. Curiosity was building up inside me. Oh boy! Another crime to solve! I usually get excited when I have to do my work. It keeps me busy and stressed. Although, most people doesn't usually like the stress, I do. It reminds me I have something to do. Something I must solve. Something I must correct.
I drove cautiously to the particular area that My GPS was leading me to. I passed by the airport, and while doing so I managed to see a plane take off. When I was a kid, I use to adore watching the planes take off every time my dad would take me to work. He worked with Southwest and it was quite a treat to go to work with him...
I finally reached my appointed destination. I rolled up to a curb and slowly got out. I was stunned to see bunches of cops and medics around this warehouse. Hell! I even saw a camera crew. I flashed my badge to an officer, who reluctantly let me through the doors of the warehouse. I heard whispers and mermers all around me. The Chief greeted me by shaking my hand as I entered the door way.

"We have a hell of a problem, Detective." Chief shook his head and spoke in a slightly disturbed tone.
"What do you mean?" I asked, not to stunned by his unusual tonality.
"This is what I mean." He stepped out of my way and presented a dead woman's body that was covered in blood. Things stuck out of her from her hands, thighs, and feet. The woman was naked, and it was a hard sight to see. Not because she was naked, but because she was mangled up pretty badly.

I stood there in awe as my eyes scanned every inch of the crime scene. There, in front of me, was a white corpse with a crimson puddle surrounding the body. There was, wire? Yes, wire, piano wire it seemed to be, sticking out of the corpse. This piano wire seemed to be threaded through the body in such a delicate way. As if they had a purpose and not just there to be used as some sort of sick murder weapon. I had to blink a few times. Just to see if I was dreaming or not. When My eyes landed back on the scene, I then knew for sure, this was not a dream. This was the real shit.

"Oh God..." I muttered just loud enough for John to hear me.
"Looks as if she bled to death." John sighed then pulled out a pack of smokes from his pocket. "I need to take a break. Do your thing, detective." John popped a cigarette in his mouth then slowly stumbled away.
"My time to shine...I guess." I whispered to myself then made my way towards the corpse.