At about 7:30AM I hear my phone ring as I get ready for work.
"Agent Porter." I answer
"We got another one." I hear my partner on the other end.
"There's another one we just found three yesterday."
"I know, we have to find who is doing this. It's at the corner of 108TH STREET and N. Robinghood lane."
"I'll be there in 15." I tell him then hang up. Another hollowed body has been found and we are still are without any leads. We have gotten reports of these kind of killing all over the country. We are positive that it's not the work of a serial killer all the stab wounds if they have any are in very different areas on the bodies, and not to mention we have found men, women and children in this state. The only connection we have is they were all very religious. It seems to be a group of people. I have no idea how they can kill like this though. With the guts burnt a crisp and the eyes burnt out of the skull. Some with stab wounds or no wounds at all a few that we found at a massacred Biggersons had gunshot wounds. The Killers seem to burn the imprint of wings underneath the victims. I run out the door and jump into my car with my coffee. I drive down to the crime scene. I get the car and walk over to the police tape and flash my badge to the uniform by the tape. After they let me though I walk over to my partner, Agent Adrian Bailey.
"What do we got this time?" I ask him
"Female, 24 I got a couple of constables working to see if we can find out who she is." He replies as I squat down and pull the white sheet back to take a look myself.
"Are there any witnesses to this one?" I question further. Not expecting to hear the answer that I got.
"Yeah he is over there his name is John Patrick, I don't know how useful in intel will be he has been saying an angel did this." He says pointing him out for me. His hair all ruffled and he's wearing many filthy layers. I head over to where he is standing.
"Mr. Patrick, I have a few questions for you. What happened?" I ask him.
"Well that lady she just appeared out of nowhere ya know and all of a sudden a man appeared behind her flowed by the sound of wings then stabbed her with a really shiny blade and that was followed by a bright white light. It almost looked angelic. That must be why there are a pair of wings over there." He replies to my question.
"Did you see the face of the attacker?" I question.
"Not really." He say slightly upset.
"Thank you for your cooperation Mr. Patrick." I give him a sight nod then head over to Agent Bailey.
"Anything useful?" he asks.
"Well there was a bright almost angelic light. Both attacker and Jane Doe over here just popped up out of nowhere." I rub the palms of my hands on my face.
"So we are still at square one?"
"Yeah, unless you believe him." Just then my phone rang again.
"Agent Porter speaking."
"We got three more. At the corner of Hampton and 120th."
"Fantastic." I respond sarcastically. "Agent Bailey and I will be there shortly." I tell the person on the other end then hang up.
"Let me guess, more have been found?" asks Bailey, you point at him enthusiastically signaling that he was right.
"Where?"
"The corner of Hampton and 120th." I say
"Near the airport? I'll meet you there." We then part ways and head to the crime scene. I arrive to the crime scene to see the three bodies with their wings burnt into the ground. Agent Bailey walks up behind me and stops noticing the death scene in front of us.
"You know what with no leads or any reliable witnesses. I am really starting to think that these deaths are alien. Some area 51 experiment got lose and is now terrorizing Kansas City." He announces.
"You know what I am staring to think that one of your crazy explanations is actually correct." I acknowledge.
"Really?" He asks with hope.
"No not really none of yours has even come close."
"Hey that one for that case of Halloween was almost dead-on." He defends
"Yeah Count Dracula rose from the dead to find his long lost beloved." I look at him questioningly.
"Don't tease me." He mumbles before walking over to the body of a child and pulling back the sheet from the little girls face. We both raise a hand to your hair. Just then one of the Kansas City detective strides over.
"We got a witness; he is saying some wacked out stuff."
"Let me guess angels did this, there was a bright white light, and the attacker laid them down and all of a sudden wings where burnt into the pavement?" I say not looking away from the paleness of the girl's blank face.
"How did you know that?" He asks.
"All the other witnesses all over the country have said it pretty much like that." I respond finally looking at him. "Do we know who these people are?"
"The woman and male both had identification on them it looks like that they were married. Shauna and David Copper. I sent one of our people to find out if the girl is theirs." The detective explains as you walk over to the other two bodies.
"So these don't have any stab or gunshot wounds?" Asks your partner.
"That seems to be correct agent." The mortician retorts.
"Who is that?" I hear one of the uniforms ask and point. I look over my shoulder to see who they are pointing at only to see a man in his middle ages dressed in a tan overcoat, and cobalt blue tie. With slightly ruffled hair. He looks rather suspicious so I stand up and walk over to question him but as I walk with my eyes locked on his he vanishes out of thin air, and I stop in my tracks my partner walks over to me.
"What happened? You were walking then looked confused." He asks concern in his voice.
"He vanished. I was looking straight at him the entire time. He just vanished out of thin air."
"Diane, you should go get some rest. You have been really stressed over the past few months. I got everything over here." He pats my shoulder.
"You know what? I think your right Adrian. I need some rest. This case has gotten to me." I say then jump in my car and head to the hotel that Adrian and I are staying at while we investigate the murders that started to get more severe here. I got dressed into something more comfortable. While I make a cup of tea. Still, I can't help but wonder where that man went, I have no idea why. At around 5:30 Adrian got back to the hotel. He opened the door walked in and flopped on the nearest bed and he just groaned.
"That awesome of a day after I left. Was it?" I asked getting up to shut the door.
"The best." He rolls onto his back. "Still shit for any leads. We found out who that guy was." He told you. "His name is Jimmy Novak. He went missing a few years ago."