Trails Of Blood

Chapter 2

Picture of Benjamin

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          Once we opened for the operation, I went to interview several of the witnesses; that stated that they heard the fifth victim struggling then the scream. There were only two that heard the struggles and three friends that found the body against the wall with the man struggling to stay alive.

          Each one gave similar descriptions that the man was pale with two puncture marks on the side of his neck.

           When I looked over the other reports from previous witnesses; the marks on either the neck or wrist were the same the suspect was indescribable, but the cops were certain it was a man. Each witness was certain that the victim appeared to be in bliss, the bruising on their neck or wrist didn't heal keeping the punctures opened.

          "Look, lady, we found that man struggling to stay alive he tried talking...telling us something, but he...passed out. All I know is that some fucked up shit is going on, plus that kid was the son of wealthy business banker that man isn't going to let his son's death go." The young punk rock man explained while he hugged his girlfriend close to him, his eyes averting to the ground shaken.

            I nodded writing down bits of information he was providing, which was giving me some ideas to look into the background of the other victims, it could be a chance that these people knew each other. 

           "Thanks for the information, here's my card in case you remember anything else." I offered them a smile the girlfriend grabbed the card with a curt nod. 

            Watching them walking away I stuffed the notepad in my shoulder-over purse I started walking to the corner of the street to get across the street.

          "Alisa Basak." Stopping I bit the bottom my lip, familiar with this sarcastic narcassatisc detective.

           "Det. Asshole, who did I have to piss off to see you again?" I quirked an eyebrow with an amusing smirk.

             "Did I just see you talking to my witness?" He asked rhetorically, thumbing at the couple that was now down the street opposite from where I was heading towards too.

            This man was the night of nightmares he wore his fancy suits with such pride caring little about the crimes and only about the status that it gave him I replied, "Why, are you going to use your cuffs to arrest me. I could write another article about your...methods." 

           Watching his nostrils flaring gave me satisfaction because I was infamous for investigating crimes that happened around the city and this wouldn't be the first time that Dan was on the front page for police brutality, "I'll tread carefully if I were you, Ms. Basak. I'll hate for something to happen to you one day." 

           "I'm not afraid of you." Leaving it there I sauntered away having to go to the morgue to see what new information Aubrey had for me.

          The man was persistent including a creep he always tried to flirt his way around me pushing and shoving to take me on a date just so I wouldn't write that article. He somehow found out, but there was no way I was going to allow him or anyone to stand in my way. I knew he wanted to play dirty, still, I wasn't going to allow no man dictate who or what I'm not going to do.

          Signing in at the front I sped through the front doors munching on the third burrito I had on my way over, entering a woman suddenly screamed covering herself with a nearby trenchcoat, "Sorry!" Running out of the room, Aubrey was busy with the woman on their desk while I was too busy to hear the moan and groans.