Moments of Things

05) Hard Boiled -Eijiro-

TRIGGER WARNING:

Discussion of Murder, Discussion of Necrophilia, Blood, Discussion of Pedophilia, Discussion of Incest, Mention of Bestiality, Discussion of Animal Abuse/Murder, Discussion of Statutory Rape, Attempted Suicide

CONTEXTUAL FORMATTING:

Italics - Thoughts

AUTHOR NOTICE:

Not a Lemon! I wrote it and couldn't bring myself to put in a sex scene with how heavy the subjects were that piled and piled. So... NO LEMON! Also sparse romantic plotting. Roughly 10,000 words of pure story. Went a bit overboard in that department. Sorry. -Scitah

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{匿名 (Tokumei) "anonymous"| 読者 (Dokusha) "reader"} <- Told you! Closest you get to a 'Reader Insert' in my stories.

-Penny Dachshund Warehouse 5:11 AM-

Damn... Detective Dokusha took a calming breath and pocketed her car keys. Getting out, she tightens her black jacket around herself and heads into the dock warehouse. She doesn't need to flash her badge, the Cops around here know who she is by sight. There are news vans outside with numerous reporters who clamor for information. Stepping in, she slightly winces at the scent of death. "Jeeze."

Looking around, she notes the coroner inspecting already photographed bodies while the teams keep cataloging. There has to be at least 20 bodies here. Most are rotting. Maybe a year or so at the oldest. There's a Pro near the door to her left that looks up at her, being patched up. Red spiky hair, red eyes, sharp teeth, bare chest. Red Riot, the poorly themed Pro. Ignoring him, she heads to the Chief who came out to supervise the location himself. I need to close this case... This is getting out of hand. "Dokusha." He greets. "Sorry for pulling you from your vacation with your boyfriend."

"What boyfriend?" She counters dryly, revealing she was no longer in a relationship. Three years, gone. 

"Tchhh. That sucks. I'm sorry." The man scratches at his forehead.

"It happens." She shrugs lightly. My fault. Can't stop working. "Please tell me this is connected to the East Bay Butcher so that I know it was worth it?"

The Chief nods. "We believe so." He points towards the Coroner. "Ryso has some information for you." Then he motions behind her towards the still watching Pro. "Red Riot was the first responder this time. He had a fight with the Butcher." At the quirk of a thin brow, the Chief winces. "No, he didn't catch him."

"Damn."

"Yeah." The Chief says, reaching out to pat her shoulder. "Apparently, Red Riot's been canvassing the area to get the East Bay Butcher." He smirks and leans towards her. "He's apparently a fan of your work."

"Oh." She grimaces, Not a good thing. "And that's why I hate the Press." The Chief bellows a laugh before patting her arm.

"Go and say hello, at least."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll get right on that, Chief." She then steps out towards the Coroner. "Ryso."

"Dokusha, welcome to the show." Ryso, an elder woman states, not looking up. "Let's talk business, hm?"