The Blonde Butcher

Prologue

"Tell me again how it happened. Start at the very beginning", asked the woman in the dark corner of the room.

"It's like I told you, one minute she was fooling around in the street with that hotshot guy in the suit,'' replied the girl in the chair, "the next she's being pulled into a car."

"Did you see the license plate?"

"Nope. Car was too far away. It was a blue car though."

"And did you manage to catch a glimpse of the kidnapper?"

"He had a mask on."

"How do you know it was a man?" asked the woman quizzically.

The girl replies apathetically, "There is no way I see a woman picking her up and putting her inside that car."

"How is it you seem so calm about all of this?"

"I didn't really know her. She seemed like a tramp to me."

"Why do you say that?"

"She was fooling around with that guy in the suit."

"So what?"

"So, that guy wasn't her husband."

The woman steps forward and faces the door, "Interesting. Thank you, Mary. Another officer will take your statement." She exits the interrogation room. An older policeman makes his way past her and enters the room. "Thanks, Jay", she mumbled. The woman makes her way to her office and proceeds to her desk, which has a plaque that reads 'Detective Shawkat'. Across her desk are several folders with various police reports and pictures of crime scenes. Behind her stands, a whiteboard with a sentence written in black and as Detective Shawkat scans through the documents she speaks the words written behind her, "Who is the Blonde Butcher?"