Chapter 7

Dean, while being pushed into the car, started screaming a bold-face lie at the top of his voice, "Take your hands off me, you shit-for-brains, rent-a-cop! I'm here undercover."

The officer ignored Dean's verbal demands, and as Dean was being pushed into the car, the officer slammed his forehead onto the top of the frame of the car. Dean let out a tear-jerking yelp, tried to fight his way free, but the cuffs that bound his wrists behind him were too strong for him to remove. Dean slumped into the seat. Rose, Dean's "date" from the night before, was shoved into the back seat of the second car on the scene. Onlookers were gathering at the sight. People were mumbling amongst themselves and pointing at the two of them as Dean and Rose were being hauled away for processing.

Sam drove the Impala behind the procession of police cars to the down-town police plaza. As Sam was parking the car, Lieutenant Mike Harrow passed him on the sidewalk walking toward the main door.

Lt. Harrow gazed toward the black beauty and thought to himself, Hell, what I would not give to have such a stunning piece of work. It would be great for cruising for some ass.

Sam approached the main door and entered. Wary of the guard staging area, he left his personal sidearm in the trunk of the car. He walked up to the guard desk, left the Impala keys on the conveyor belt, and then passed through the radar scanner. He did not take anything with him that would cause him to look suspicious. The guard looked him over, reviewed the scanner computer screen, and motioned him through the gate. Sam was in.

"Excuse me, officer. Will you please direct me to central processing? My brother was brought in for disturbing the peace and I need to sign for his release."

"Through the doors on your right", responded the guard. Just then he stood up. The guard was taller than Sam. Oh shit! I had better do this right the first time passed through Sam's mind.

Sam's full intention was to not pay for Dean; Sam was here to break him out.

As Sam walked through the security gate, Sam saw Lt. Harrow push his way out the main entrance running toward the street.

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Captain Hal called me about another murder near Tropicana Blvd. This time the scene was behind the old museum which had housed the ever-beloved remnants of Liberace, a famed fashion-driven, piano player. As I drove up to the building, Detective Parker approached my car and shouted, "Lieutenant, the Captain wants you to park on the street. You are not going to like the shit-storm he is ranting." I looked at Detective Parker and rolled my eyes. The captain was beginning to really piss me off.

"Mike, you are going to love this one. We've got another body with the same MO. Everything is the same, right down to the missing blood. You and your team need to find this fucker ASAP", screamed the Captain as he drove away from the scene.

I walked up to the back entrance of the museum to find an Asian woman seated next to an Asian man. This time the killer had folded their hands together and drained them both of blood. The concrete was covered with a river of red, and the park bench in which they had been seated was strewn with strands of skin.

"Detective Parker! What the fuck is this shit?" I screamed.

"Well, Lieutenant, the murderer is getting more bold by the moment. The body was discovered early this morning by a couple out on their morning run. Marcus, the crime scene tech, has already left and given us a cursory exam. The doctor is on his way too gather up what remains, including the bench. Marcus wants to have it all transported away for him to work on it away from the public."

"That's an excellent idea. Did Marcus take pictures of everything?"

"Yes, sir, he did. We have digital images of everything."

"Parker, get the clean up crew out here today, and don't leave until the concrete is white again."

"Yes, Lieutenant. Your wish is my command!"

Rowena and her adopted son were watching the entire scene from across the street. She looked at him and stated, "Well, my dear, psychotic, loveable bear. What a beautiful mess you have made. Keep up the good work and you will be rewarded."