MIDNIGHT MURDERS IN THE VOID
It's been a rain storm happening as a man in his early sixties with salt & pepper short hair had no idea where he's been for the past few weeks.
His entire life for the past weeks has been a blur as voices keep talking into his head. Located somewhere in Yonkers, New York. He was somewhere in one of the newest shelters for the homeless. His name is Richard Newman a former lawyer now living he had been trying to remember to the authorities telling them...
Rubbing the back of his neck at six feet one inch says something about the fact that he lives in an Assisted Living Complex.
Having been picked up at a sight in Yonkers near the new homeless shelter of a murdered woman having been cut to pieces with a sheath knife filled with blood. However, there weren't any prints on the health thinking that the killer was wearing gloves.
Captain Cowles of the Yonkers district police force of Detectives had been trying to get the answers out of Richard Newman confused and having issues with trying to get the words out of his mouth.
"Tell me again sir why were in that particular area of the murdered woman Anna Sinclair age 65 years old?" Captain Cowles had to call in a therapist to talk with the man later on when the therapist arrived to speak with him in lock up for now.
But in the meantime, the crime scene unit at the sight behind a grocery store only a few blocks from the homeless shelter had come up with nothing at all.
A report will be sent to Captain Cowles as he wasn't going to be happy reading the report with this being the third body in recent weeks and they haven't been able to come up with a thing. While the press, the public, and even the mayor along with the governor demand answer as to why there has been any suspect except a man found near the sight without any memory at all.
LATER ON AT THE Yonkers jail cell downstairs in the basement.
Doctor Suzanne Morrison walked out of the elevator carrying her black briefcase with her notes. She was being escorted over to the cell with permission from Captain Cowles now having gone home for the evening.
She was rather impressed with the six-foot man with electric blue eyes as if he has been in pain for the past few weeks and maybe for years.
"Richard Newman is in that cell. I will open it for you, but you're going to have only 30 minutes while I wait outside for any trouble." the young blonde escorts a male age 31 years of age.
"Understood!" she says to the escort.
With her white heels making a slight scratching sound against the floor. She was able to make her way over to the cell as the door is opened by the escort she sees the heavy-set suspect in deep thought for the moment.
"Richard, I am Doctor Suzanne Morrison to speak with you about why you're like this in the first place." she recanted with her comment to have him raise his salt & pepper head to look directly at her.
"Why? in a deep, soft voice as if he's crying out for help. "I don't remember what has happened to me, Doctor. All I know is the fact I don't know anything about how I was able to get to Yonkers with my clothes all dirty." he cried out at her as he was having an attack with his breathing.
"Are you alright Richard, do you want me to get a medical doctor to help with your breathing?" she was pensive for the moment until he was able to answer the question.
He was differently having some type of brain issues with his memory. She was going to have to call a specialist to find out the reason why the police want to throw him to the wolves.
Shaking his head as he places a hand through his salt & pepper hair that needed to be washed as with the rest of his body.
"No, don't! I don't need a doctor any further. I will be fine now." he croaks out with his response.
She wasn't sure anymore after seeing him shake.
"Okay, now do you remember anything at all Richard?" she will sit down in the chair that was left for her. She waited for him to say something.
He was trying to control his emotions. "I have been trying really hard to come up empty doctor. I feel as if I am in a dark void and unable to move out of it Doctor. Are you able to helo me nevertheless?" he barked back closing his eyes.
"Yes, I can help you. But first, we need to have those charges dropped against you since I believe the evidence will show that you're not the killer at all. I understand so far that there has been any type of prints on the knife that was used on the murder victim, along with no other items to exactly point to you." she exhales.
"This is why I kept telling Captain Cowles. What is it I do now Doctor Morrison?" he croaks out in his reply to the brown-haired woman.
"Nothing for now. What I need for you to do is relax by getting some sleep if possible. Maybe you're able to come up with more images from your past?" she recanted with her statement.
"I hope so! I don't like being in this situation." he was saying trying not to be coy with the doctor.
She will touch his shoulder as she was able to feel the tremors. She will ask the escort outside of the cell to open it as she had a lot of work ahead of her...
Dream sequence...
He was running again from something that he was seeing along his way in the dark. His heart had been racing quickly trying to slow it down. However, it wasn't possible this time as he opens his eyes to be in the dark void unable to see where he was going.
However, the real killer was on the loose still with another murder to happen in the park. Though this time Richard Newman was still in his cell waiting to be released.
There were screams in the Yonkers central park near the police station. An eyewitness jogging at that time of the night called the police on his cell phone and 911 as the body of a young girl with red hair was dead behind a garbage pail cut to pieces once again.
Eyewitness Donald Moffat a lawyer was horrified to see this type of scene as he had bent down to check for any type of pulse. But of course, there wasn't any pulse as Moffat walked away to wait for the police...
This is when Richard woke from his dream as his heart was racing along with his blood pressure as he will try to write it down on a pad that the therapist had left with him for whenever he was able to remember any type of memory...