The Living Monstrosity

Chapter 2 - The Case

To sum up that awful night : Jessica who managed to answer the phone for once in her life , sent a Swat Team down to Ford Street (Which is where the Pub is located). Unfortunately they were able to witness the Bartender's flesh puddling the not-so polished floor now. The shotgun still aimed at his half blown-off head.

A loathing distinction seemed to engulf London after that night ; No matter how much whisky I drank , I couldn't shake the feeling. Walking the streets of London felt like dismal flu.

'You'll soon see it'

What did this mean? I tried to examine and identify every detail of London : From the people , to the streets , to the roads , to even that old lady still waiting for assistance to cross the road. Yet nothing out of the ordinary struck.

Outside the Police station , I waited for Jessica with my next case file. I never entered the police station , always felt like a lion trapped in cage in that place.

"Mason , We've been assigned a case going all the way back to 2001" Jessica informed me.
Jessica was a thin , blonde , brown eyed girl with liberian specs on hanging off her nose.
She was always a little stuck up , maybe a little too much. "Mason are you even listening?" She added.

As I took the last sip of my morning expresso , "Jessica , sorry just had something on my mind , anyway pass us the case file then" I said.
Jessica then voluntarily handing me the crumbled up folder ; Followed by a flirtatious wink and off she was back inside from the bitter cold English weather.

The brown file had an antique looking label stapled to it stating :
The Jones Case
19th June 2001
Detective Inspector Wilson
To be handled with care

The moment I left Jess , I began to open the creased envelope and to reveal what I'll be tackling next. I did find it rather strange though , this case was over 10 years old.
It was a unusual case - Though I've dealt with worse.