He Killed the Radio Star

Chapter 1 - The Beginning

I crouched down, a trail of bloody footsteps led from the basement to the kitchen. A sick, twisted feeling hit my stomach.

I recently got a case about a young woman who got kidnapped, Ashley Simmons. She went missing about two weeks ago and I was working on the case when I got the call to come down to the abandoned house on NorthWaters Street. I knew this was going to be her. Everything pointed to it.

 I stood up and followed the trail, opened the door, and descended down the stairs. The foul smell hit my nostrils but I kept going until I reached the bottom step.

There she was, a limp body on a chair in the center of the room.  A pool of blood right next to her feet. She only had a white tank top on that was drenched in blood. I walked closer to her, her head was leaning back against the back of the chair. You could see that her eyes had been taken, all that there was left were two dark holes and blood that streamed down the sides of her face. Her stained tank top was shredded to pieces. She had clearly been stabbed several times.

  I jumped when a hand hit my right shoulder and I quickly swiveled my head to look at the man.

"Sorry there. Didn't mean to startle ya detective."

"It's okay Mr. Summers." I sighed.

Mr. Summers was a pudgy man from the grand state of Louisiana who worked on the police force with me. He had a burnt orange, handlebar mustache and very little hair at the top of his round head. He was kind enough but someone you didn't want to piss off.

"Anyway Karrey, wasn't this the case you were working on?"

"Yeah. Poor girl." I said solemnly. 

I forced my eyes to look away from her. 

The forensic team came in and started taking pictures.  The kidnapper, now murderer, had been seen at an ATM using of the victims cards. He took around $5,000 and ran. 

"Yeah." Mr. Summers let out a harsh cough.

"Miss. Mckenzie."

I turned to find a young man coming down the stairs in a blue uniform. He looked to be 23, maybe 24. The bright smile on his face completely disappeared when he saw the woman in the chair.

"Yes?"

"Uh," He looked away from the body and to my face. "I got a call from the chief. He wants you to come down to the station."

"Oh God. I'm so screwed." I thought.

"Yes. Okay, thank you Officer Ryan." I said.

"Anytime." he gave me a small smile and hurried back up the stairs.

If only he knew, there are much more gruesome than this. Some people are dark and twisted.

I went back up the stairs and went straight to my sleek black car. Right as I turned the key to start the car, a knock on my window made me look up to find my partner.

I rolled down the window, "Hey Larry."

Larry bent his tall body down to look at me. "Hey sunshine. We found this."

He held up an evidence bag with a Seattle Mariners hat in it.

"The killer had that hat on in the picture." I thought

"Not surprising. Get it tested and get the info back to me."

"But-"

"Goodbye Larry!" A smile formed on my face.

Of all of the people I got partnered up with, it had to be Larry. A creepy old man who had to have been on the force for more than 40 years. Every time I went to talk to him about a case, he would look me up and down, like he was undressing me with his eyes. He honestly disgusted me. 

I pulled out onto the gravel road, the sound of soft piano music played in my car as I drove into the city.

When I arrived at the station, I made a beeline to the chief's office. My hand hit the door twice and my other turned the knob.

"Whats up Andrews?"

Sitting at the desk in the center of the room was Chief Andrews. He was hunched over, completely focused, until I came in. His dark face looked up and his brown eyes burned into me.

"Chief Andrews." His deep voice corrected me.

"What's up Chief Andrews?" I mocked and winked.

"How's the case going?" He glared.

"We found the girl." I said.

"Do you think i don't know that? What's new?" His harsh tone sent a chill through me. 

I couldn't really judge the man too harshly for being a jerk. He was under a lot of stress due to all of the press that circled the case of a man who got brutally murdered in his home.

"The hat the killer wore in the picture at the ATM was found."

"I see. Go back and review all of the footage and ATMs. I want you to check the street cameras, all ATMs in the area, and even check her credit card charges again." He mumbled to me.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Go." 

He didn't have to tell me twice. 

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Authors Note!

Hey nerds! I hope you liked this chapter! If you didn't read my authors note, just a heads up I will try to be posting every Tuesday. Thanks for reading and don't forget to vote. :)