Kyle's POV
"Hello Kyle! Great to see you again, even though we just saw each other earlier this afternoon," Detective Orton laughed as we exchanged handshakes.
"Yep!" I joined in.
"Have you seen the body yet? Apparently one of the children said that a hand was sticking out of the concrete block," Orton made a grimaced face, clearly disgusted at whoever decided to leave the body in a playground.
"Not yet, I just got here," I replied, walking with the chief to the yellow tape, lifting it up for the two of us to walk under.
"So, Dan got a call," he began as we continued walking beyond the police line, "and it was from Vancouver, Canada."
"Who was it?" I raised an eyebrow.
"A detective from their police department. He said that they may have The Nightmare in custody," I spat out the tea I had been drinking from my mug.
"WHAT?! Who is she?!"
"I'm not sure, but Dan says one of you three," he gestured toward my protégés, "has to go with him to Canada."
"When is he leaving?"
"In a day or two, depending on how long it takes for him to organize everything, like buying the plane tickets."
"HE'S BUYING TWO PLANE TICKETS??? TO CANADA??? THOSE ARE EXPENSIVE AS FUCK!!!" my eyes widened with shock, and my legs freezing on the spot. Did Dan even have that kind of money? I would definitely ask Morgan and Alicia if either of them wanted to go, but that was the least of my concerns right now.
"Actually thre-"
"THREE??? HOLY SHIT THAT'S EXPENSIVE!!!" 'Looks like I have to have a long chat with Dan,' I shook my head at the ginormous amount of generosity that was in that man's heart.
"Erm, let's get to the body now, shall we?" Detective Orton sheepishly laughed as he continued treading through the long grass.
"Umm, yes," I gave a sheepish smile as we got closer and closer to the block of concrete and human body parts. 'What the fuck is that?' I narrowed my eyes at the gut wrenching sight (and smell) of the dried cement.
One could not imagine the severity of the decomposition, or at the sight of the numerous limbs, appearing to have been cut off with a butcher's knife. The flesh was pale, some body parts most likely drained of blood before being placed with cement inside a concrete mold. Now, my question was: where the fuck was the head? I prayed that it wasn't in the middle, lingering within the dried cement, otherwise it'd be a pain in the ass to dig out and clean for identification- being a coroner was no clean job. From the exterior, I could see a hand, a forearm, a pair of feet, a pelvis bone, a fibula, a collarbone, parts of the vertebrae, and some rib cage bones, which were probably sawed apart with a regular saw, seeing that there were jagged marks on some of the bones.
"Definitely in a high stage of decomposition," I walked around the stool sized block, observing the details of the body's condition. "And obviously the body parts have been sawed apart after death," I felt sympathy for the poor soul who had to go through the process of being killed in a brutal matter. 'This'll take days to do!' my mouth let out a quiet, frustrated groan. "Guess I'll be taking this down to the morgue," I stared at the lifeless limbs frozen within the concrete.
"Good luck," Orton patted my back in an attempt to comfort me.
"Thanks, I'll be needing it," I chuckled.
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Blame: Book 2- Tick Tock (The Sequel to Book 1)
Mystery / Thriller(READ "BLAME: BOOK 1" TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS SEQUEL.) It's been a year since the Nightmare Murders, and Woody is still bedridden, trapped within the grasp of a coma. Meanwhile, Dan's leg had healed, and he was getting his career back on track aft...
