Sure you Can Have my Autograph!

9

~   Cop P.O.V

“Sir there's been an incident… With Lorelei-Lolli. But we got a sketch of her… a few sketches of her.”

“What do you mean by a few Sellan?”

“Well um everyone seems to had seem something a little different. But they all agree that some young lady in her early to mid twenties walked into an abandoned side store out in Greenhill not to far from a hotel just 3 miles from the apartment complex. Others on the street that day said they heard singing from the abandoned shop and now they all think it's haunted. Especially after they sent some delivery guy in and he didn't come back out. He’s the dead guy sir.”

“I gathered that Sellan. Is it on the way?”

“Is what sir?”

“The body, is it on the way?”

“Um I don't know if that's how it works in your big city place sir but we don't have that equipment. We go to it, we do everything where the body is.”

“Great.”

The car ride was painfully quiet as we fought through the growing traffic, it took a bloody 30 minutes to get to a shop that should have been 15 minutes away at most.

Finally we got to the rotting away pile of wood in a sketchy alley. I’m surprised this disaster waiting to happen didn’t crush our Loralie-Lolli and got the case done for us. It never is that easy is it?

“This is the place sir.”

“No I thought you just parked here for fun, I’m not an idiot Sellan. I’m looking it over before we just struttin maybe this psycho of ours dropped something, or cut herself on this jagged breaking door frame, that okay with you?!”

“Y-yes sir… um how do you know it’s a girl? You didn't even look at the sketches.”

“Lorelei-Lolli is pretty feminine Sellan. So unless you're looking for a haywire drag queen who's just took in to much hairspray we’re looking for a female.”

“I see…”

“You sound like a wounded puppy stop sulking. Let’s go in I don't see anything out here.”

Inside was worse than the outside. The splintered caving floor covered with stains from drunken nights. What was left of the roof was cracked and flaking from bugs and just natures tole. Down by something that used to be a bar lay a roughly 7’6 man wearing a old white beater and a ragged pair of jeans, both stained with globby dried blood.

I walked over and knelt by poor sucker. He had been gutted with the words Lorelei-Lolli etched in him. It was smaller gaps then the first victim but much more rigged.

“She used a different weapon. Look its smaller and harsher then vic one. Probably harder to use then the first weapon.”

I scanned the room. The bar had a fair sized dent in it, roughly the size of a 150 lb sized young lady. He shoved her, fought against her better than the first guy. Still not enough though.

“Okay so he came in to try and help. He would have never known he was going to be attacked. When he was he shoved her back and she ran into the bar right here fairly harm. But newton's law tells us when you push on something it pushes back with the same force. So she flings back into him and continues to attack. He may through a few punches but in the end she’s the one to walk away.”

“Not saying that women can't throw a punch but how did she take down this giant.”

“Yah this guy has some enormous height on him but he’s all pudge. You have more muscle then him and your a twig.”

As I stood up I saw something glimmer from behind the bar. I swung myself around the edge and picked up a small bloody silver pen.

“What’s that?”

“Hopefully, it's the thing that gets us our killer.”