𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏

CHAPTER 5

THIRD PERSON
The same day 5:30 am

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Mr. James Evens is a 50 years elder man. Every morning he would come out and fish on his boat in the community lake. He would do this to get away from his bratty kids and bitching wife. Mr. Evens grabbed his fish line and attached the worm the the hook, humming his favorite song and started his morning fishing.

As the hour goes by Mr.Evens caught a few catfish and a couple of trout. Right, when he was about to throw the line back into the lake he noticed something floating in the distance. He reached back and released the fish line on the floating object.

The line caught on the object and Mr. Evens pulled in the object towards his boat. Once the object was at the starboard of his boat, he pulled the black bag onto his boat. "What the hell is this?" he said to himself. He noticed the was a rope attached to the bag. Mr. Evens was hesitant to look inside the bag but he sucked in his doubts and squatted down to the bag.

James grabbed his pocket knife and cut opened the bag. The reveal was nothing James has ever seen in his life. There was a face beaten in with flesh peeling off or maggots eating away at his face.

James screamed in horror and fled back from the body until he was under the water. James started to swim to shore screaming "Dead body"
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Detective Ramiro is a homicide detective arrived on the scene with a Starbucks cup in hand. His partner Detective Drew Moore walks up to him. "What do we got?" Ramiro asks. "Caucasian male, around 190 to 200 pounds, age between 17 to 19. Face beaten in and rest of body pretty much already decomposed of." Detective Moore. "Do we have an ID?" He asked. "No, not yet. Forensic still working on it."

As they approach the body, the hard smell hits them like a ton of bricks. "Jesus that's strong," Drew exclaimed. Ramiro put on his gloves and squatted down to the victim. "Obviously the cause of death is multiple blows to the face. Can you explain why he's so... gooey?" He asked the forensic examiner.

"While normally a body takes about eight to twelve years to decompose but the killer must have used a manganese dioxide substance to speed up to decompose process. So this mixed with the water just melted away the flesh and any evidence that you might find."

"So no ID and no evidence. What can you tell me about what causes the death of the victim." Detective Ramiro asked. Carl Hamlet, the forensic examiner, squatted down to the body and point at the broken skull.

"These damages show evidence of metal and brass. This entry point on top of the skull," he says pointing at the hook like injuries on top of the victims' head, "is a type of hook or a curved object attached to the metal." Carl explained.

"So what kind of weapon can cause this type of damage." Detective Moore asked. "Well, my personal opinion says that a fireplace poker definitely caused this type of damage but I have to get this body to the coroner's office to run more test," he says

"Do we have murder weapon?" He asked his partner.

"No, we don't."

"Did you check the lake?"

"Yes we did and we found nothing but lost jewelry, phones, and other weird shit." Drew pulled out a rusty old necklace. "What do you think?" he asked Ramiro about the necklace. "What about the case or that piece of shit necklace," he replied without looking up from the body.

"The necklace. I'm thinking about giving it to Chelsea." Chelsea is his wife of seven years.

"Why"

"Because she has been riding me about not giving her special 'I love you' gifts."

"Well, whatever floats her boat go for it."

"I think the killer took the weapon with him. Smart" Ramiro said out loud. He stood up and looked at his partner. "So we have no ID. No fingerprints of the killer. No murder weapon. Or evidence to find the killer" Ramiro said. "Actually we DO have an ID," Carl said walking up to them with a piece of paper. Carl handed Drew the paper with Damon's information on it.

"'Damon Hargail, 18 years old, goes to Springfield High, football player, parents are Sarah and Danny Hargail CEO and CFO of Gails Corp.'" Drew read out loud. "Damn I hate telling parents that their kids' dead," Ramiro said. "Well, let's go ahead and get it out the way now," Drew said pointing his finger at the crowd where Sarah and Danny stand looking at the crime scene.

Ramiro nods his head and Drew pats his partner back walking to the parents with bad news to spare.

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