The Animal of The City

II

    “Sir. What is your name?” Aerith asked, the man looked up, “It’s Crowblood”

Aerith was speechless, but he let out a sigh, and looked back at the humvee. He patted the hood with heavy hands, before he turned back to his old squad member. It had been.. Hell! He even forgot, but he never forgot what he suffered. His green eyes rested upon his old friend

    “Here’s your humvee Sir.. Hope you have a nice day”

Aerith said briskly, as he started to walk back to his mustang, hopping into it and turning on the sirens. A low sigh escaped from him, as he began to drive towards the crime scene he was heading to, ready to deal with Sparrow and the other agents again. Appalled.. Crowblood had somehow survived, but he wasn’t okay. Post traumatic stress was hitting him hard, and even he could see it. He needed to find more about him, learn about him.. His focus had to be on the crime. He finally drove to the scene, spying James sparrow pacing back and forth waiting. Aerith cursed under his breath, as he started to get out of his car.

“You finally fucking made it Rith! Did you take a spa day?” Sparrow had said as he started to walk with his friend, Aerith, ready to investigate the scene. He was awestrucked as Aerith didn’t really even make a face or anything to show disgust.. Aerith bent down, and only studied the corpse. He studied the torn skin, the looks of a fight, the ripped apart chest cavity    “Any specific way the victim died?” Aerith asked as he looked back at Sparrow, who pulled himself over to Aerith, trying not to vomit on the remains.

    “There’s a few amounts of blood from another person, we have about one witness who says it was two men, one tried to run away, but the other chased after and did.. This.”

Aerith scratched his chin, looking around the area, studying it with a gaze as cold of the dead victim. Two men stood in the alley, by the witness’s account, of seeing one man runaway, but the other man chased after him, there’s a knife found in the victim's chest cavity, covered in blood of the victim. Prints from that are impossible.. But, why was it so brutal?

    “Sparrow, is there any form of identification we can go by?” Aerith asked again, but never knew one of the agents were overhearing him, they handed him two wallets, both covered in some blood, but one was almost soaked.

    “Right there.. A empty wallet, but filled with cash. The blood soaked one we found on the remains, Name’s Icarious Divicico, age 25, Native american male. Young one, carrying almost 800 on him? Might of been a mugging” Sparrow replied, looking down at the corpse. Aerith thought about what he heard from Sparrow, it didn’t make sense that somebody would be carrying eight hundred dollars on them.. But it didn’t make sense on why he had two wallets, if his information was in one.. Aerith rose to start walking around, looking around, trying to find something. Why would somebody carry almost a grand in cash around on themself? Unless, the victim wasn’t actually a victim..

    “Are there any cameras that view into this alley? I’m thinking we could learn more if we see the time period before the body was found. It might just be a hunch, but I think he might of not been the victim originally.. He was the assailant, mugging somebody and the table had turned.. Not in our victim’s favor” Aerith pondered as he looked back at the victim’s remains, then to sparrow, as he seemed awed but nodded in agreement. To be truthful he never thought of it like that, but Aerith could be onto something. Sparrow turned and walked to a small group of agents, and spoke to them briefly, sending them to check if any cameras could view the alley. Aerith on the other hand, began to write down everything on a lil notepad, he made a sketch though of the victim’s corpse, he also drew of the torn limbs from the body, taking note of them as well. He gave enough room to let the clean up crew “clean up the scene”. James watched from a distance, studying Aerith.. Just wondering what was going on in his mind. One of the agents let out a little chuckle “Ya know Boss, he was one of the best.. Still is, I’ll say” They joked, but Sparrow turned towards them “He is the best fuckin agent I had, he was actually funny unlike some of your jokes” he retorted to the agent, who shut up and went back to work. James started to walk over to Aerith, and patted him on his back.

“Rith, let’s get some lunch, back at the old pub, where we hung out as teenagers”

    “A drink is needed after seeing That” He leaned his head in the direction of the body, patting Sparrow on the shoulder as he began to walk back to his car. He looked at his phone, and put it back in his pocket, before looking back at Sparrow. “Better wipe your fuckin feet, the last time I let you ride in my car ya tracked dirt and shit into it, but you better get one of the boys  to get your cruiser back to HQ” Aerith stated, as james wiped his shoes in the grass by the curb before getting into Aerith’s ride. Every time he was able to ride in it, he felt like a badass, driving a cool ass car. Aerith looked at the smiling james sparrow, and chuckled. He sweared James was a five year old in a thirty year old’s body. But, James sparrow was a brother to him. As he started the engine, he could hear james clap excitedly as he listened to the engine purr. He began to drive towards one place, a pub they hung out as the two grew up.