decapitation

the action of cutting off the head of a person or animal

After having an argument for at least 25 minutes about how I should treat a shrimpy little constable. We finally exchanged details over what had happened Supposedly the person had been close to Decapitation. Was it suicide? Because according to witnesses. The Victim had jumped off the building before dying which was kind of weird, but in a way it wasn't. I was used to seeing this kind of thing around new York, gunshots, stab wounds those sort of things. But decapitation was new to me, because even though murders and shoots had happened constantly being New York, it was just a casual call in saying this Victim had cut off his head because he wasn't happy with life. There were only 5 reports within the span of 3 months of decapitation which really got me thinking as to what was going on. Was the Victim a prison psycho loosing his nut more than he should have? Or was it just some sort of mass murderer we haven't caught yet. I was back in the office and I had almost finished for the day before I was taken out of my daydream by Harraway.

" 'Ey. You alright, you usually do that when you in a serious state of mind" Taking me out of my day dream was Harraway. As I shook my head to get back into focus I groaned and stretched

"Yeah, I was. Just wondering, you guys get any evidence?" I asked, clearing my throat

"Yeah, there was a swiss army knife, it has blood on it but we don't know whose it is, Coroner is still finding out" He replied.

"Thought you were the coroner" I said looking at him curiously

"Yeah, because the coroners assistant is totally a coroner...shit your right, well, guess I have to go" He said as he hurried off

Making me sigh, smile and roll my eyes as usual, that guy always seemed to make me happy. As I got up and put my jacket on, I checked the time. 5 o'clock. Time to get going. As I pushed my chair in and walked to the elevator, pressing the button I sighed. Yet another day of hard work, gone and done with. As the elevator door opened and I got in pressing the button to the ground floor, I watched the doors close and once they did I tried my hardest not to collapse from being so tired after that day of work, it was then only a couple of seconds later that the elevators opened and I walked out, heading towards my car before opening the passenger door and chucking my jacket in, after I did that I closed the door and walked over to the drivers side, closing the door as I sat in the driver seat, turning my car on and then driving off.

It was about 50 minutes later that I reached the Brooklyn Bridge, New York traffic huh? and once I did I sighed in happiness, only a couple of minutes specifically 25 to get home I turned the radio on and there was some sort of song playing before someone was talking over the radio, it was the evening update, per normal, I never got to listen to the song that was playing before that.

It was about 6 or so before I finally managed to get home, and once I did I opened up the door, walked in and closed it, taking off my jacket and then dropping down on the couch and groaning, not even turning the TV on because I was so tired, little would I know that I fell asleep a couple of hours later and of course, what did I get woken up by. My phone, as I picked up my Motorola Razr and flipped it open, the phone automatically accepting the call. I groaned

"Who the hell is disturbing me at this time, I was asleep" I groaned as I rubbed my eyes

"Levi, you need to come down, I think we have the killer" It was Harraway, I thought he went home?

"Jake, Can it wait till the morning, I'm sorry but this is the only time I can get to wake up at 9 in the morning" I replied with a croaky throat

"You have at least 7 hours to sleep at work, so get here" Harraway replied.

Wait, it was 2 in the morning, then that means I was asleep 9 hours?!

"Look, let me ask a few questions first of all. Please" I said rubbing my forehead, still not wanting to have been disturbed like I had

"What Levi?" he replied. Now was my chance to get out of it

"Was it a suicide?" First question I had always asked no matter wether it was a car accident or mass murder, I always asked that question

"No, though the Murderer made it look like it. I can tell you now it wasn't, and it wasn't a swiss army knife, the Victim used it on his own, was trying to cut himself, we told the Victims family and said even though they tried to stop him he had a bad habit of getting back into it" Jake replied. Question One, taken care of

" When you were talking about the knife, what model was it?" I asked slowly getting up and making sure everything was turned off. I may as well come into work now that I wasn't going to get back to sleep

"Black bear, seemed to be a training knife. Company is called Cold Steel seemed to manufacture it, Murderer seemed to almost take out his oesophagus with it" He replied to me. Too much detail

"Alright, that's all I need to know, think I learned enough, I'll see you at work, don't explain anything to me, goodbye" I said closing my Motorola before closing my front door, locking it and then unlocking my car and hoping in, closing the door and speeding off within a matter of seconds.

There were certain parts to an investigation sometimes that you just had to hear to get your head wrapped around what was going on. and then sometimes, there really wasn't. And when Jake explained about the murderer almost taking out the victims oesophagus, that was a part that you never. ever did explain to me, because I never did have a strong stomach ever since I was a child, and that incident happened. I mean, we had to direct a rat in High School, I didn't do it for two reasons. One, I never dared to hurt and animal and two I wasn't exactly keen on opening it up and spilling and exploring it's guts and how it's body works. And you know what that got me? A 3 week suspension. My mother thought it was absolutely crazy at just how easy I could get suspended at school. And just within my first year of moving into New York, I was already on my way to a new school.

As I walked down to the elevator shortly after arriving I noticed it was almost dead silence. nothing but a fan was going off due to the fact that it could get seriously hot in the main room where the cops are all the time. As I walked in the elevator and pressed the button for B2 I sighed and stretched. That was the 5th time since I'd gotten up that I've had to stretch. see this is why you never, ever wake me up early in the morning. I constantly stretch and will not be able to stop till I get back to sleep. As I sighed and walked out of the elevator I saw Harraway.

"You ready to see the witness, or murderer" He asked me

"When I've had a coffee, yes" I said, my eyes just open as if I was about to fall asleep again

"You were right about you not wanting to be woken up" Harraway replied with a slight concerned look on his face

"Well no shit, I only get up when my alarm goes off and when it does, I know I've slept" I said to him, he could automatically tell that I was pissed off

Making him sigh, he looked at me "When are you ready to interview him?" He asked, he voice suddenly becoming deep

"Give me about 15 minutes. I need to wake up. Properly" I said looking at him with a defeated look