Detective Gabriela Prescott (Book I)

WHO IS THIS GUY? (chapter I)

“Prescott, your secret admirer strike again!”

That’s my chief, Cpt. Fuller. He’s black and his six inches tall with a muscular built and a face with a consistent serious look that made his people intimidated by him. But not me, I know it’s just a façade so his people would be efficient.

My real name is Gabriela Prescott, in this office the “homicide division”, I’m detective Gabby Prescott; I’ve been a detective for almost seven years, and this kind of job is not really what I dreamt of. How did I become a detective? I have no idea, or I ignore that idea rather.

I was talking to one of my colleague when our Captain voice echoed. He replaced our old chief who died from heart attack three years ago but before he took the office Cpt. Fuller asks for a renovation and placed his office higher than ours, when I asked him why he simply said “I’m above your level”.

But it has got nothing to do with the rank, Our Cpt. Is a perfectionist prick. From the top he can view who amongst his people are working and who are those who just killed their time. And if you are one of the second categories, pack your things and be a traffic enforcer on your next duty.

When I entered his office my partner Det. Marty Talons is already there. Marty has been my partner for a year and a half now, he’s a year senior than me, pretty interesting guy, good looking and mysterious. I don’t know much about him. I can find more info to know my partner better, but I’m not that interested and my old partner…well, he’s a member of the second category and he cursed Cpt. Fuller when I saw him on the road two months after he was reassign.

Marty hand me the evidence. A sealed plastic bag that contains a note addressed to me, a soda pop and a popping candy with the picture of a victim and of course the address where we can find the victim.

Six months ago I received a package; it was a shoe carton box that contained things the same as the sealed plastic bag evidence. A soda pop, one popping candy and a note that said “It’s going to be a very interesting year for you detective Prescott.”

Two months later a victim was found in the parking lot of our division, a junior student at Fatima high school. She was in a body bag including the soda pop, popping candy and a note that was address to me.

Marty and I are in this case for four months now. We called it “Pop candy” case. This is Pop candy’s third victim in four months; all of them were in the 16-18 years old bracket, pretty looking girls with such prominence in their respective school. And I have no idea why this Pop candy guy is messing with me.

ME:“Let me guess, no finger prints, no DNA”

I didn’t take the effort to look at the evidence it’s pointless, it’s a series of killings and pop candy leaves no print.

MARTY TALONS: “Nothing, just the usual stuff, what’s with the popping candy and the soda pop and who is this guy?”

My partner looks at me with curiosity in his face.

ME: “I have no idea, don’t you think that was a stupid question if I know this pop candy guy he will become history.”

I was pretty annoyed with the case. Normally I never had any hard time solving any case, but this one, this pop candy guy is really pissing me off. And what really annoys me is the fact that pop candy knows every move I make.

With the second victim my partner and I find evidence, pop candy was stupid enough to leave a finger print on the victim’s shoe. When we run the print a guy named Mario Ballesteros matched the print. When we searched for Mario he was six feet under the ground, died and buried in an old cemetery here in Ores town for 20 years.

And that was the big question, how in hell does pop candy managed to pulled the print of a guy who was buried for twenty years.

ME: “Pop candy is one of ours”

CPT. FULLER: “This is not the perfect place to play a hunch Gabby.”

ME:”It’s not a hunch, remember the print?” I looked at my partner Marty asking for his back-up.

MARTY TALONS:”Yeah, the print of the 20 years old corpse which you thought was falsified that’s why you thought pop candy is one of ours…”

ME:”Because there are no way you can alter the evidence unless you have access in this office.” I insist on my theory.

CPT. FULLER:”Yeah and you can’t prove that. That’s why it’s called a case, and a case needs to be solved, and we called detectives because we detect so stop acting in a hunch detective Prescott, it will only cloud your judgment.”

Marty rise up and taps me on my shoulder.

MARTY TALONS:”Let’s check the victim.”

I shook my head with disappointment not only because my chief doesn’t have much confidence in my theory but also because he’s right. My focused was on the hunch that pop candy is one of ours, that I became paranoid sometimes. If not for my partner Marty, Cpt.Fuller would thought I already sign up with people who just killed their time because when I’m in our office all I do was observed my colleagues and look for some evidence.

As Marty drove his car on the crime scene I can’t help but wonder why pop candy would overthrow me. If pop candy is one of ours what did I do with this person? For six years It’ been my rule not to thread on other toes.

This case is driving me nuts, the fact that pop candy is taking things personally at the expense of those girls that is insane. And when I catch this person there will be no mercy. I swear to god, the punishment would be a catastrophe.