You can bite me

You can bite me part 39

I opened the letter. On the inside were several newspaper clippings. Some were twenty years old by the date and then there were some from last week. I read all of them.

There seemed to be a theme that the dead victims were missing several of their organs and their murders weren't of passion or greed. They were just some poor soul in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The letter read : Dear Mr. Josh Gordon. We have been unable to gather any information on these murders, except for these newspaper clippings. We know you work for profit and will handsomely pay you for your insight and the capture of this horrid  murderer. We want our streets safe again.

I showered and took a carriage to Scotland Yard's. Captain Mcconnell greated me with a firm handshake.

"Good to see you. One of our bobbies seen you in the company of three vampires. I was worried that they had turned you," he said.

"I discovered that there's a cure for vampires," I said.

"Really, how about a stake through the heart?" Mcconnell said.

"What if it was someone you loved?" I asked.

"Okay what's the cure?" Mcconnell asked.

"To drink holy water from the silver chalice and say a prayer," I answered.

"Is that all?"

"No the Shamem priest have it in Tibet," I answered.

"So that's where you've been for the last two weeks," Mcconnell said.

"Yes," I said with a smile on my face.

"Are you going to take this case Josh?"

"Why not, it seem unusual enough and I like to figure out who done it, even if it quite grotesque," I said.

He walked out of the office to get the files for me. He handed them to me. I opened them. The picture were horrible. How could some one slice up the young men and women.

"Why so young?" I asked.

"That's what's puzzling us the victims were between the ages of eighteen and twenty one," Mcconnell said.

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