I walked around the bloodstained white carpet with pursed cherry red lips, flinching slightly at the squelching noise I heard when my boots met the floor.
"Well, there goes another good pair of shoes I'll never wear again." I muttered quietly as I continued to study the quite gruesome crime scene, glancing away from the floor to look at the brown walls the were splattered with splashes of the victim's blood.
"From what I can see, most of the internal organs were disrupted along with the slice to the neck and the dismemberment. This style was created by Jack the Ripper quite a long time ago, amd there has been many copycat killers in his wake over the years. But none as brutal as this one." my brother said as he used a popsicle stick to open the wound more, peering inside with a grimace as he leaned his head away from the rotting scent of the corpse slightly. Rolling my eyes I once again glanced over the whole crime scene as the clicks of police cameras were heard, noticing that there seemed to have been a struggle as the table was on its side and slash marks were in the furniture beside it.
"The woman certainly put up a fight, that's for sure. But the only thing I don't understand is why he would choose her. Old Jackie preyed on the prostitutes in his area, any copycat killer that was this meticulous would know that. This victim was a woman of higher class, if her fancy apartment is anything to go by. That doesn't fit the MO of Jackie, so why would the copycat choose her?" I muttered as I looked down at the almost unrecognizable female body, holding back an unamused snort at the sight of her bloody pearl necklace still wrapped around her slashed throat. My brother hummed in agreement but said no more, focused on trying to figure out if any of her internals were missing as he pursed his lips in distaste.
"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but it gets worse." my brother spoke up as I was talking to a cop about the pictures he took, my head turning to look at him with a frown as his hand reached in to pull something out of the rotting body slowly. Automatically my feet started moving towards him as a small item was held in his palm gingerely, my eyes widening as I crouched amd recognized it to be an ID for a federal agent belonging to the FBI. Grabbing it from his hands I wiped some of the blood off and saw a picture of our victim on it, turning it over in my hands to see that a sticky note was blocking the back inside the plastic cover.
This is just the beginning.
"Well shit."
