The Devils Angel

Chapter Three

"The Ghosts of the past are more scarier than those monster you think is hiding under your bed.."

Ella

"A body.. well most of the parts left from the body I should say, is found in a garbage dump just outside the Mitchell home this morning." My ears perks up at the news out senior detective Ferch Vamos said. The spoon with my fruitloops hang in the air as I was supposed to shove it into my waiting mouth.

"What??"

"Samples are taken to the lab right now to know if this is the Mitchell girl we had been looking for."  He added.

Finally loosing my appetite, I placed the spoon back to the bowl and took my phone off the table and stood up. "The tests wont take a few hours, I'll be at the station in three hours top." I ended the call and went to my room to take a shower and change. A week had passed since the interview I had with the girls boyfriend and the couple who heard the screams. I've been reading the Hennessey's old case files too. I even did a research about a
Attorney Joy Hennessey. One look at her and she knew right away That the girl is innocent and not like her ancestors. She was an advocate of human rights and she had so many charities and she even own an orphanage.

It could be a hoax to hide the ugly truth but she had a gut feeling that Joy was innocent. They don't really have anything that would pin her down. She was clean. After showering and changing, I had a three hour drive to the station where  senior  detective is talking with the Mitchell's. The man, Mr. Drako Mitchell and his wife Mrs. Charlotte Mitchell crying in his Arms.

The senior detective looked at me when I enter the room. I gave him a nod and gave a small smile at the couple. "Mr. And Mrs. Mitchell, this is Detective
Isabella William." I shook their hands.

"When is the results coming?" I asked my senior.

"Any minute now. With the samples and all the machines we have right now, I wouldn't expect anything less." he answered.

"My baby.. please dont let it be my baby.." Mrs. Mitchell cried in her husbands arms. The man's face looked so grim and tired. Looking at the couple closely, they had been highschool sweethearts, from the football highschool ring the woman has on her finger. She is the typical queen bee... like mother.. like daughter..  I can't help but mused. The father is a highschool jock.. no wonder with that..  they look older than their actual age.

"Here are the results!" Dr. Patrick walked out from the lab all in his geeky uniform. He waved at me and nodded. Oh no..

He handed the folder to our boss then stood beside me.
"This will be hard.." he said as he cringed waiting for the  parents reaction which will be bad.. really bad. I've seen families in the same picture as this couple here. And its a pretty ugly sight.

Senior Detective Vamos read the result which was a damn flashing Positive. Everything was like in slowmo.. the wife falling to her knees, followed by the father. Both breaking down as the news of their daughters demise is slapped right into their faces. I blocked out everything as I read between the lines. This doesn't add up. Who would have done this terrible thing without an ulterior motive? There was no clue why this was done to Carrie. I've read her parents profile and they were good people. I've investigated people at her school, and even though she was spoiled rotten and a famous girl.. everyone liked her. This can't be because of her father's businesses too, because as far as I'm concern.. the firm Mr. Mitchell owns is clean and everything is legal. Maybe an ex employee who holds a grudge? Thats a possibility..  there are tons of possibilities here. And its all spiralled and stuck in a web.