Bloody Bracelet

Part 1

"Big, blue eyes.", is what Detective Thomas Murphy mumbled under his breath.

"What's that, Detective?"

NYPD Chief O'Mally was a big boned, red haired Irishman that the name can only suit and looks exactly what you'd expect a middle aged dougnut-swallowing officer would resemble.

I always had a soft spot for girls with big, blues eyes. Jesse had those eyes. Eyes that could make you melt where you stand and make you pop the million dollor question. Guessing whomever murdered this poor girl must not share my interest.

"Nothing, O'Malley."

The murder victim was around 19 years old. Slim, but fit, Fair skin, but with a light tan. Blond, tall, pretty face. Crime of envy? Not likely. Crime of love? Possible. The only items on the victim was a braclet with a 'M' engraved on it. Not professional, but still elegant, done by hand. Maybe carved by the killer? Other than that, nothing. No ID, no cellphone, no clothes either. Her throat was slit wide open.

"What do you think happened here, O'Malley?"

"It was maybe a mug, the assailant assaulted the victim, forced her down, raped her and then made way with her belongings."

"Shittiest observation I ever heard."

"Then why the fuck did you ask me, Tom? It's your job to find out what happened."

"Just checking if you're not all rusty, Chief."

I can't stop looking at her eyes. This was a beautiful girl. Now why would the murderer stash her here in the alley. What was he trying to show? His kill? Asshole.

"Well Chief, if it's a classic robbery gone sexual as you pointed, then why is the victim completely naked. Surely no common bad guy would waste time to undress the victim bare before, or after, he tries to rob her. She was unconscious when everything went down, thus explaining the 'no struggle marks' part."

"I'll get an autopsy report by the doc, see what kind of drug the perp may have used. There's a bar up the road, it could be a Roofie?"

"No, she wasn't killed here. There's far too little bloodshed for that butcher's slit. She was brought here after she was killed."

She wasn't just brought here. She was planted. Nobody would go through all the trouble for murder and then being careless where you leave your trash.

"Alright, I'll wait for word on what doc says for any chemicals in her bloodstream, we should also get an ID of the vic. Also, maybe, ID the perp from skin cells in her vagina. What do you think, Tom? Stalker attack?", the Irish Chief mouthed.

Ofcourse not. This was planned and executed. If this is a stalker, then he's seen way too many crime movies.

"Could be, Chief. Could be."