The Murder at Whiteside Lodge

Only The Beginning

   Ruth McAbee was starting home on July 27th 2016 at 12:46am after a long hard working night to finish the case of a 9 year old who was poisoned. She went home and was getting ready for bed when her phone started ringing. It read work. She picked up the phone tired and almost asleep. "Hello?" she said as she felt like she was sleep talking. "Hello Ruth." said the chief, Chief Turner said. "What are you doing?"
   "We have another case just got in."
   "What is it."
   "12 year old Ashley Whiteside was murdered by her lodge along with her mother, father, and brother."
   "That's just what I need, another case."
   "Good. So I'll see you tomorrow."
   "That's n-"
   Then he hung up the phone before she could tell him that's not what she meant.
   The next day Ruth went to work and seen that her partner William Robinson was asleep on the desk. She thought that maybe he didn't sleep tonight because he was probably excited about the case but from her experience he does it with every case. She woke him not thinking how much more stubborn he would be.
   "What do you want?" he said very annoyed.
   "You seem very tired. Maybe you should go home for today?"
   "Not happening sis."
He was joking about the "sis" part, as always but he is my "brother" because my dad hooked up with his mom so...yeah.
   "We got to get on the case. Come on." Ruth said it with the most aggravated voice ever.
   "Fine."
As they approached the case they seen blood trails, like it was a set up. They examined Ashley Whiteside first. She had hand prints on her neck from strangulation, her clothes was, what look liked like at least, switched. They started examining the mother next. She was what looked like hung but she was beaten or other wise stoned because there was bruises that looked like the rocks that was beneath her.  The father was same as the mother and right beside her. Whoever done this was probably mad at this family." Ruth said. They looked for the brother but could never find him.
   "What's that smell?" William said disgusted.
   "I have no idea but it smells like rotten flesh."
   "Ruth, you might want to check this out."
   Ruth went over near a trash can and discovered the brother. He was cut into six pieces. His head, the arms, legs and then the rest. They were drowned in blood and water.