One AnOther

HONEY I'M HOME

Drip drop. The sound was accompanied but the grotesque swishing sound made by the chief's black combat boots as he walked into the old man's diner. All the lights were out and the second to last in the row above them always flickered twice before they were turned on.

It was an actual bloodbath. The psycho most definitely had artistic skill along with drama while carrying out this show. The body was terribly unidentifiable along with what was left of Tenther's diner.

The back of the room smelled like metal and chemicals. Some of the blood had dried into a brown sticky substance that was circled by a swarm of flies. The small town had only 2 people as an excuse for a forensics team and only one of them "kinda went to university". Blake Morgan made the newspaper the day he got accepted to a "BIG school" that was almost in the city. That was until he "almost died" halfway through his studies when he decided to drop out because city life just didn't suit him.
The pair trotted into the crime scene with only goggles and kitchen gloves possibly looking like the biggest idiots there.

PK Wells had managed to squeeze herself in through the side door only to dirty her ankle boots in, what could possibly be, Carrie Marthens's dried out blood. This was the first time she had seen anything so gruesome. While everyone else was wondering how someone could be capable of doing such a thing, Wells didn't waste a second. Evidence was wasting away and these idiots were sitting in in awe of this sicko's shit show. She scanned the room and jotted down some notes.

Carrie must have had some sort of reputation for always being on the loose. Wells pushed through the heavy side door once again and wiped her soles on the dewy morning grass outside. She didn't know much about this town that she didn't already suspect from any other small town. She was guessing she was about to find out.

Before she could reach her car a shadow slipped out from its hiding place.

"Pamela!"

A tall slim faced man wearing a white, almost translucent, short sleeve button up and black trousers coughed twice before making his way towards Wells.

Wells looked at the man with a sharp glance before unlocking her sedan.

"Pamela Wells right? I'm Keller Greene, I heard you're new in town so if you need any information or help with finding anythi-"

"It's PK Wells actually. I don't think I'll be needing any help but your chief might be needing some very soon."

Just then, Danny Jones had reappeared and swung the door on the sedan's passenger side wide open.

"This is my assistant Jones. If you need anything else you can contact me through him."

And with that they were off. Keller watched the sedan speed out of the parking lot leaving a trail of smoke.

Keller was in awe. She was even more charming, attractive and smart up close. She's the type of person Keller could imagine spending the rest of his life with. She felt like home. For the first time Keller saw a future for himself.

PK Wells swung her fiancé's 57 sedan into the rocky gravel driveway of their new small town home. The new neighbours really didn't seem to appreciate their very untraditional roles in the relationship. Wells,playing the role of the breadwinner, could care less about what other people thought when she came home everyday feeling like the luckiest woman alive. Fred Seco really outdid himself today. She could smell the   stir fry from the carport. The laundry was hung out by colour by the front door.

"Honey I'm home"

Wells smiled as she fell into the embrace of her Freddie's outstretched arms.

"I missed you, how was your day? Everyone's been talking about the diner incident."

Wells threw her briefcase  on their black linen couch.

"Something tells me it's the Marthens woman. I  just have a hunch. I've been getting text messages from her mother all morning."

Wells took her notebook out of her briefcase and headed down the hall to a small cube shaped room that she as her office. Just as she plopped down on her chair her Nokia rang.

"Hello?" Is this Pamela Wells?"

"Yes this is she"

"This is Chief Holland from the police station. We think we might have found your missing person Carrie Marthens."