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Necronomicon II: Dad

Four years into my search with bupkis to show. I had combed through every book, research paper, official statement, unofficial statement....I still have no idea what really happened to Professor Daws that day. An extended power outage at work allowed me to come home early. On my doormat laid a thick manila envelope. Only one word was written on it: Relevant.

This is what I found:

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Personal Log:

Case # 20170162

Officer: Det. Daniel Summers

Subject: Wilkerson Murders

Arrived on the first scene (WILKERSON HOUSE) at 7:00am. Uniformed Officers had the place locked down tight, and Forensics was already scrubbing the place top to bottom. They were being extra thorough. I was afraid I was going to knock over one of their tags, or get in the middle of one of their shots. One of the officer's on scene brought me to the bodies, he said I had to see them. All of the other officers and the entire forensics team decided to come and huddle around me, they either wanted to see my reaction or hear my analysis. Usually this would entail multiple pieces of different bodies arranged into varying shapes, or excessively gory displays of psychopathic "art." What I found was more disturbing, and at first I believed it to be an elaborate prank. The bodies themselves laid next to each other, one male one female. I recognized the man as a drifter that the department had picked up and jailed for vagrancy several times.

"Who's, the lady?" I asked to whoever would answer.

"Alexis Wilkerson." One of the forensic guys called back.

All eyes were on me. They wanted me to see something, to say something. I examined the bodies: fully clothed, no signs of sexual abuse, no signs of ritualism. Cause of death would likely have been that large gash in each of their throats. No weapon around, so they didn't do each other in. Fairly text-book. The biggest mystery now was why were they in the same room (well that and who killed them, when, where, and with what). It was then I saw it, or rather I didn't see it: blood. There was no blood anywhere. Not around their throats or on the plush silvery carpeting. No splatter anywhere. I started to laugh.

"Ok, which one of you guys organized this? The dead bodies are a nice touch, but I'm not falling for it. Also, wasting department resources on something like this is a crime so I want to know who put everyone up to it."

"Excuse me, sir" one of the forensic officers spoke up, "It's not a joke. This is a real serial homicide"

"Then where exactly is the blood?"

"We don't know, sir. There is preliminary evidence of exsanguination, but despite the assumed cause of death we haven't found one drop of blood anywhere in this house. That's why we wanted you to take a look. We thought you could shed some light of this for us."

"Blood doesn't just disappear. If there isn't any blood in the house then they must have been killed somewhere else."

"With all due respect sir, there is no evidence of the bodies being moved-"

"Then the killer was careful and methodical. He's trying to hide his butchering room. Do you have an ETD?"

"We won't really know until the ME can do an autopsy, but our best guess is the man was killed within the last 72 hours and the woman was killed in the last 12."

"So," I addressed the entire gathering, "that proves it. They were both killed by a third party somewhere else. Or this lady would have been tip-toeing around a dead body for almost three days without calling the police."