The Past Will Come Back To Bite

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My second story! I f u get a chance take a look at my other story: The first and last noise

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CHOW :)------------------------        

Chapter 1

Sitting in my car was the worst part, just sitting, waiting, until you gather up the courage to get out of the car and stare at dead bodies, while your brain ticks over trying to find anything that would fit, trying to find out why someone, or anyone, could be so inhuman. To take someone’s life is defiantly Inhuman.

 I stepped out of the car only to find that the weather was as bad as it had been all of January, the bitter coldness stopped me from going outside most days, but it never stopped killers.

 “Hey Trace, what we got here?”  Tracey was the medical examiner, one of the best in the business. We were best friends since year 4. We went to the same secondary school and the same college. We split after our gap year and went our separate ways, and then when I came into the homicide business she was all ready there working as an M.E.

“Victim is female, 35 to 40 years old, 5ft 9’. COD is unclear yet.” Is she mad!                                                                                             “Ummm Trace, you know I love you but even I can see the C.O.D here! Blunt force trauma to the head, or as you say cranium.” I did love Trace, but I think she might have been slipping.

“Vicky, I love you to, but please don’t doubt me. The blunt force trauma was not the C.O.D; it knocked her out but didn’t kill her.”                                                                                                                                “So what did kill her?”                                                                                               “Well it was pretty gruesome, the killer cut her open and then cut open her stomach then poured ice cubes into it.”I was shocked.                                                                      “What! I didn’t think that that could kill someone.” I was actually pretty freaked out at this point, cause when; not if, when, we catch this guy we won’t know what he or her has up their sleeves!

“Well no it wouldn’t have killed her, but the killer also filled up every spare space in her body with ice cubes and then tied the bag that the ice cubes were in around her neck, then sew her up as if it just been a simple operation.”  

When Trace said that, she sounded as scared as I felt. The victim may or may not know the killer, it may or may not be a random attack and the ice cubes may or may not be a message. These are normal questions that you have to ask but, I had a feeling that those questions would be even more prominent because of the gruesome nature of the murder.  

“Do we have an I.D?” I finally came to my senses and asked the all important question.                                                                                                                            “Umm yeah, there is a wallet in the back pocket of the Vic’s jeans. Her name was Mary Gilford.”                                                                             “Gilford..............?” It can’t be, not Gilford. Anything but the last name Gilford! “Yeah Gilford, why? Oh, no I’m sure it can’t be, not after all these years!”         “If it is I can’t work this case! It took me years to get over it! I’m not sure that I am over it!” Gilford is the last name of my ex-husband. His full name was Edward Gilford; I was his Little Vicky Gilford. We were married for 1 year and 3 months. We got divorced because he was cheating on me; he was with that slut for 3 years. I only new Ed for 2 years. He was with that bitch while he was seeing me; he married me while he was still with her. And the worst part of it was, Ed was the first person that I actually ever cared about. When I found out, I was distraught. I went to therapy for 7 months, I thought I was over it, but at every mention of his name I get a cold shiver, and the spark reawakens in me. Then I spend more nights crying myself to sleep.

“Vicky, listen to me! If it is him you have to take this case! A person has died because someone has killed. Remember what you always said; ‘I’m gonna go into the police to make it better! To show everyone that I don’t just back down when things get hard!’”Trace was with me, she was always with me through thick and thin.                                                                                                             “Yes Trace I know, I’ve got this..........” Was the only answer that I could muster. “Come on then, we’ve got to get back to the station.”

When I got back to my car and when I got in I savoured the warmth. I was thinking, just thinking about how Edward broke my heart, and then I felt the scars that lined my wrists.

“Hey boss!”That was Detective Times. He was my go to guy, the one who gets all my information for me and then I put it all together.

“Yeah what? You got the Vic’s family?”                                                                                                             “Yeah she is married to one Edward Gilford” My face went white. “Boss, are you okay? Oh my God! Its Gilford, was his name.......?” Yeah it was him, but I couldn’t let Colin Times know that.

“No of course not! It can’t be after all these years!” It had only been 3 years since. Colin thought for a minute and said:

“I want to come with you when you go and see the family. If it is him I wanna give him a piece of my mind!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.                                             “No you can’t! If it is him then you can’t come. This isn’t me trying to be brave, this is me protecting the case. If you go in there guns blazing they won’t correspond with me and we won’t get the information that we desperately need to catch this killer.” He waited before he answered, then pointed to my wrists and said:

“Look at what he made you do! Look at it! You can’t handle this on your own, what if the wife was that woman who stole your husband, the woman who stole your life. You need me on this one Vicky.” I was shocked at his speech.

“I don’t need your help in this case Times! I’m stronger than you think!” I know my response was harsh but I suppose everyone working at the station that day must be thinking the same! That I’m not able to handle myself, they proberly think that they will lose me  forever to this stupid idiot who broke my heart one day! I don’t need him, I never needed him! I only then realised that I was actually being really stupid, yes I loved him, no he never loved me but was that a crime? No of course not, I realised in that moment that I was over Edward! It wouldn’t bother me anymore!

“Fine, at least let me come with you when you go see this prat.”

“Okay, sure, whatever but if you raise even by one octave, you step outside and you don’t work on this case. Cause if you do you will just be digging up ancient history!” I knew that he should come just in case I lose it but I know I won’t.

“Yeah okay.” Was his reply.

“Just one octave!”

“Yes, Jesus! I know already! History sometimes repeats itself you know!”

“Yes, I know I did take history at school. But it won’t repeat itself this time! Not if I can help it.......”