Arriving at the scene, the patrols have already set up a perimeter. Yellow cation tape strung out a good 30 feet from the site. Must be a bad one, I think to myself. Putting my car in park, I breath in the moment of silence. It's a little past 8 pm, making this hour twenty-six of my double shift. I haven't had much time to relax, as there has been a string of gruesome murders. This one being the seventh, in just little under a months' time. They are always similar in how they were killed. The wounds look almost animalistic, but there are never any signs of an animal being around. No tracks, hair fragments, or even saliva.
I've never been assigned a case that has left me completely dumbfounded, and I've been a homicide detective now for 15 years. A damn good one at that. I have an excellent record for solving and closing homicides cases of all types. You name them, Fatal Attractions, cold blooded, hate crimes, and even an entire family murdered by their 13-year-old son, because his game station was taken away.
Stirring me from my thoughts, there's a knock on my window. "Detective Raudenfeld?" the young man in blue asks. Turning off the ignition, I reach over to grabbing my badge before exiting my vehicle.
"Sorry to disturb you, but I was asked by Sargent Harvey if you were going to be joining anytime soon?" I smirk. "What's your name Patrolman?"
"Connor. Connor Phillips mam," switching to a tall stance. I bet he's not even a week out of the academy. Of course, Sasha would send the rookie over. Who else to break the new ones in, then myself.
"This your first beat, Phillips?" I ask in an authoritative voice.
"Yes mam. Graduated from the Academy three days ago, and you can call me Connor."
"I see. Well, patrolman. I suggest the next time you want interrupt the small amount of time I have to myself, that you have a better reason. Because, if I'm not 100% focused; I miss things, and when I miss things; killers get away, and when killers get away, Patrolman Phillips. It's usually the rookie's ass that's on the line." I say with a smirk.
His eyes grow wide, "Y-yes mam. I apologize."
He goes to walk off, "Oh and Connor? Don't ever apologize. Its gets you nowhere in this line of work." I say with a wink. He just nods before walking away.
I begin making my way to the scene. I can already tell the victim is female, maybe 5'7 with dark brown hair. Mid-twenties early thirties. Doesn't look like she put up much of a fight, if at all.
"Detective Raudenfeld, I was hoping you'd join us before this body started decaying." Sasha says with a smirk.
"It never gets old to you does it, Sasha? Sending over the babies of the force." Sasha has beautiful oak brown hair, with eyes to match. Long toned legs, and a smile that kills. We dated back in the day, but with both of our work hours, and the fact she couldn't keep her panties on. We decided it best to just be friends, but don't get me wrong. Being friends does come with its benefits every now and then, usually when we've had a long case, that requires alcoholic beverages to mask the day we had.
"Who better to Mother them, then the infamous hard ass Amy Raudenfeld herself?" she quips. Did I mention she's a smartass?
"Right, so where are we at with this?" I ask, changing the subject.
"Our Vic here is female, around mid-twenties. She's about 5'6, and she has two slashes to the throat, several punctures to her abdomen all in a semicircular position. Almost as if someone, or something was holding her down with seriously sharp nails." Rolling the victim over, "and if you look here, she has three more gashes across her upper back. I think these were inflicted attempting to run away. Regardless, everything seems to match all of our other victims. Oh, but we did find this 6 feet away, by that tree other there." She stands pulling out a small plastic evidence bag holding a single bullet. Is that blood, and is it silver?
"We'll have the lab run tests on the blood to see if it matches our victim, or possible perp." She says. I take the bag into my hands, turning it every which way.
Hmm, this blood seems to be coagulating at very slow rate. "How long did the M.E say the victim was dead?" I question.
"At least a good 8 or 9 hours. Why?" I hand the bag back. "No reason, just have them rush the test, and get it back to me as soon as possible." I say as I start to walk off, I can her here handing the bag off, and telling the patrol officer something before quickly catching up with me.
"Amy, wait." she says placing her hand on my arm, "Do you want to maybe go out for some drinks? First ones on me."
"I don't Sasha, I'm getting off a very long and exhausting double shift." There's that smile.
"Even better! I could help you release some of that tension, back at my place." She says in a seductive voice. How could I possibly say no to those eyes?
"Fine, but I expect a full back, and foot massage before." I say with smirk.