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CHAPTER 1
"There's a hand sticking out of my porch!"
Melancholic clouds filled the sky, ready to release their impending torrent. A hand of lightning reached across the sky as the Miami-Dade CSI's hurried to preserve a most horrific yet unusual find. The owners of an historic home, while tearing off the late 50's addition of a cement porch, found more than bricks and masonry. Amid the ruins was the skeletal remains of a hand, its' fingers extended out as if reaching for help through the past 50 years.
The rest of the porch was being carefully and quickly removed as workers needed to keep it intact. The horrified homeowners, a couple in their early 30's, stood by the side of their home as the wife buried herself in her husband's arms. Thunder rumbled in the distance as a tall, handsomely- dressed titian male approached.
"Mr. and Mrs. Ferrocci?" he asked. The husband gave a nervous smile.
"That's us! People told us 'you never know what you'll find in an older home!" Mr. Ferrocci nervously replied.
The gentleman politely smiled and continued, "I'm Horatio Caine with the Miami-Dade police department and I'd like to ask you a few things." The couple nodded in unison, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible so they could start packing. They only had the home for a few months. It was a lovely 1860's Gothic Revival but the once stately home was submitted to years of neglect. Horatio wanted as much background information as possible but the Ferrocci's had little to provide. The home was sold in a tax sale, they had no clue about the former owners and, after today, they didn't want to know.
Horatio reached in his jacket and handed them a card. "I'll keep in touch. Where will you be staying?"
"Not here!" Mrs. Ferrocci quickly replied.
"Probably my sister's…I'll give you her number." Mr. Ferrocci stated as he headed inside. Horatio turned towards the porch, noticing his protégé, Tim Speedle, examining pieces of concrete in his gloved hands.
"These are the pieces that were broken off just as the 'discovery' was made. They're pretty much pulverized but I'll take them anyway." Speed rasped.
Glancing towards the sky, Horatio commented, "We'd better hurry and get this to the lab…" Speedle arched his right eyebrow and gave his mentor a look of question. Tim's mentor gave a slight smile as he headed back to the Ferrocci's.
CHAPTER 1
"There's a hand sticking out of my porch!"
Melancholic clouds filled the sky, ready to release their impending torrent. A hand of lightning reached across the sky as the Miami-Dade CSI's hurried to preserve a most horrific yet unusual find. The owners of an historic home, while tearing off the late 50's addition of a cement porch, found more than bricks and masonry. Amid the ruins was the skeletal remains of a hand, its' fingers extended out as if reaching for help through the past 50 years.
The rest of the porch was being carefully and quickly removed as workers needed to keep it intact. The horrified homeowners, a couple in their early 30's, stood by the side of their home as the wife buried herself in her husband's arms. Thunder rumbled in the distance as a tall, handsomely- dressed titian male approached.
"Mr. and Mrs. Ferrocci?" he asked. The husband gave a nervous smile.
"That's us! People told us 'you never know what you'll find in an older home!" Mr. Ferrocci nervously replied.
The gentleman politely smiled and continued, "I'm Horatio Caine with the Miami-Dade police department and I'd like to ask you a few things." The couple nodded in unison, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible so they could start packing. They only had the home for a few months. It was a lovely 1860's Gothic Revival but the once stately home was submitted to years of neglect. Horatio wanted as much background information as possible but the Ferrocci's had little to provide. The home was sold in a tax sale, they had no clue about the former owners and, after today, they didn't want to know.
Horatio reached in his jacket and handed them a card. "I'll keep in touch. Where will you be staying?"
"Not here!" Mrs. Ferrocci quickly replied.
"Probably my sister's…I'll give you her number." Mr. Ferrocci stated as he headed inside. Horatio turned towards the porch, noticing his protégé, Tim Speedle, examining pieces of concrete in his gloved hands.
"These are the pieces that were broken off just as the 'discovery' was made. They're pretty much pulverized but I'll take them anyway." Speed rasped.
Glancing towards the sky, Horatio commented, "We'd better hurry and get this to the lab…" Speedle arched his right eyebrow and gave his mentor a look of question. Tim's mentor gave a slight smile as he headed back to the Ferrocci's.