Detective Zack Coleman: Anonymous Investigations

Detective Zack Coleman: Chapter 2

"So what happened ma'am?" Zack Coleman asked. He and Charles Dawson had recently arrived at a small business in North New York. Mr. Coleman was called concerning one of the employees spontaneous actions.

"Well, Ms. Hollins was pitching an idea on how to improve our business, when suddenly her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She then began mumbling random words from what seems some other language. I've never seen anything like it before!" said the coworker pointing at Ms.Hollins' uttering body.

"I'm sure it was nothing serious. Just go home and get some sleep ma'am, and everything should be alright. I'm positive it was just stress." Over the years, Zack had used stress as an excuse for almost anything, but anybody could tell stress wasn't the culprit in this case.

Now examining the lady's pulsing body, Mr. Coleman immediately used his powers. Focusing on his vision, and vision alone, he scanned her body. Lifting up her left eyelid, her pupils were perfectly normal. Although she had been foaming out of her mouth, there seemed no traces of poison in her saliva.

At the blink of an eye, Mr. Coleman quickly switched from vision to touch blocking out any sense of smell or taste. He placed his hand upon her forehead.

"AHHH!" he yelled yanking back his hand and snapping out of his trance.

"What happened?" asked Mr. Dawson

"Her forehead is....is extremely hot!" Seeming to be giving them some kind of hint, the lady mumbled some more nonsense. "Charles, do you understand anything she's saying?"

"Heavens no!" Charles began, "But I can try to force her to say it using my nuerometric powers."

"Do your best, Charles."

Charles knelt down attempting to get as close as eye to eye as possible. Picking up her head from it's previous slobbing position, he raised her eyelids preparing to catch her attention.

"Ms. Hollins? Can you hear me?" She responded with several attempts to talk, "Look at me Ms.Hollins."

Her eyes lazily responded as the soon caught his gaze. Changing to a much more serious tone, Charles continued his procedure, "Tell me what you are mumbling in English!"

It sounded as if she was a radio on the wrong station, until finally they found the right channel. "Mr. Coleman, beware! This is only the beginning! This is only the beginning! This is...."

"Charles can you look into her self conscious and see who did this too her?"

"Already tried boss. It's seems everything in her mind has been erased except that one sentence."

"This is only...."

Detective Coleman at last one more time, "Where can you at least shut her up!"

"Now, that I can do." Leaning over one final time he caught her attention saying, "Shut up!" She immediately obeyed. Yet, she continued to mumble under her breath.

"Whoever this is has to be mighty strong." Coleman thought as he walked away from this disaster.

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(In the car on the way back from the crime scene)

"Charles call Susan and ask her to set up a meeting with the members of the A.S.A., pronto." instructed Coleman.

As he sped down the street, he could only think about those words which happened to slip from the woman's mouth.

"This is only the beginning."

Who is this? He thought. It was common for Coleman to ask himself these questions to solve whatever situation that he was investigating. It is apparent that the murderer was seeking to send a message through the victim, but the question is what does it mean.

What does he want me to see? Hopefully, when we get back to headquarters we can make a strategy towards approaching the situation.

At this moment, Coleman had stopped at a red light anticipating it's color change. Charles remained in the passenger seat listening to Susan and her reply. 

Suddenly, almost simultaneously, as Coleman was about to accelerate; an brown Sedan came zooming at blinding speed in front of their car only to crash into the side of a building.

"Charles let's check out this car crash!"

Rushing out of the car, Charles and Coleman rushed to the damaged post office. Accompanied by the workers which had now exited the building, Coleman stood in awe as he realized that no one sat in the driver seat. But, there remained three people sitting in the back lifeless. All three seemed to be in high school; they weren't mumbling which was a lot different from the previous crime scene.

Approaching the car, Charles spoke, "Boss, come see this!"

Noticing the black sharpie along each of their foreheads, Coleman read the words out loud under his breath.

"Hear no evil. See no evil. Speak no evil."

"What is this mess!" Coleman yelled noticing the fact that the three men in the car gestures resembled the three monkeys which were attached to the saying, "Who would kill three teens like this!"

Coleman had walked off angry while Charles remained at the car staring....and thinking.

"What if I can extract information from these people?" he thought. A few years ago in an investigation Charles realized he could read the minds of dead people, if they weren't dead longer than a few hours.

Closing his eyes, he did his magic. Starting with Mr. Hear No Evil, Charles entered his memories hoping to pull out any kind of information to help solve this problem. 

(Inside the memory)

Why can't I see anything? Charles began thinking as he listened to the audio of a memory. In all his years, Charles had never seen anything like this.

"Help! Stop!" he heard a female voice scream.

"What should we do with her?" A masculine voice this time seemed

Charles waited to hear HearNoEvil's response, but after no response the other guys responded.

"Ok, let's kill her!"

"NO!NO!NO!" the girl cried and stuttered.

With that last cry of agony, Charles had been released from the memory returning to the real world.

Drenched in sweat, Charles called out to Coleman, "I think we have a problem!"

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I really enjoyed writing this chapter because it gave me an insight of what I would like to do in this book for the next few chapters, but I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading!!!