CH.4***Stinky lakes and contusions***
Sanford, Fl
10:45 a.m.the following morning
"Mulder, it's me. I just examined Matthew Garrett's body, the initial cause of death is massive blood loss."
"Initial cause?" Mulder asked as he juggled his cell phone and the steering wheel.
"His throat was covered in small abrasions and contusions. Indication of strangling." Scully answered. " But the assailant was unable to inflict death through this method."
"Well, I'm on my way to Tucker Williams' house right now."
"There are cuts covering the boys' hands and there is some skin under two of his nails. I'm going have a sample sent to the crime lab to be analyzed."
"Ok, you do that and I'll let you know what happens. I have a copy of the composite with me. I've gotten a hold of four of the other families, I want to sit down with each kid."
"All right." Scully pulled the phone away from her ear and turned back to the body.
Mulder pulled into a gravel driveway that led to a little white and hunter green brick house. He got out of his car and was overwhelmed by the overpowering odor of sulfur, He cringed at the smell and wiped his hands on his pants and ran one hand through his frizzy hair. He found his way to a cracked concrete walkway that led to the porch. Huge oak trees shaded the grassless yard, and squirrels leaped from the massive limbs. He knocked on the Williams' front door that had a bronze plaque nicely centered that read THE WILLIAMS LIVE HERE-fine food and spirits, besides slanted numbers announcing the address. He was greeted by a stocky man in a white under shirt, shorts and dirty bare feet with yellowed toenails.
"Mr. Williams?" Mulder held out his hand all though he secretly was repulsed by the idea of touching the man. "I'm Fox Mulder, we spoke on the phone."
"Yeh, c'mon in. How do ya like Flarida so far? The humidity getting' to ya?" The man joked as Mulder ran his hands through his hair.
"It's nice to visit, I don't think I could stand the mosquitoes for very long though." Mulder replied as his eyes surveyed the living room.
"Yeah, it gets purty muggy out here, especially with that lake bein' so close."
"That's what that sulfur smell is." Mulder said triumphantly.
"Yep, stinky huh?" Mulder nodded.
"This here is my wife Angela." The man held out his stubby hairy arm to embrace a heavy set woman with rosy cheeks and scraggly blonde hair pulled back messily. Mulder shook her hand as she moved her eyes over him.
"Ya didn' have to git all dressed up to see us." The woman chuckled.
"This here is Agent Mulder with the FBI." The man informed his wife with stern respect his tone as he patted Mulder's shoulder.
"Oh. Well nice to meet ya AGENT Mulder." Her eyes lit up enthusiastically. "The police 'ready done come out here. I don' know how much he remembas', but you go talk to him, She paused for a moment, could I get ya somepin to drink darlin'?"
"No thank you." Mulder smiled.
" 'Kay, his bedroom is that one on the left."
"Mulder, it's me. I just examined Matthew Garrett's body, the initial cause of death is massive blood loss."
"Initial cause?" Mulder asked as he juggled his cell phone and the steering wheel.
"His throat was covered in small abrasions and contusions. Indication of strangling." Scully answered. " But the assailant was unable to inflict death through this method."
"Well, I'm on my way to Tucker Williams' house right now."
"There are cuts covering the boys' hands and there is some skin under two of his nails. I'm going have a sample sent to the crime lab to be analyzed."
"Ok, you do that and I'll let you know what happens. I have a copy of the composite with me. I've gotten a hold of four of the other families, I want to sit down with each kid."
"All right." Scully pulled the phone away from her ear and turned back to the body.
Mulder pulled into a gravel driveway that led to a little white and hunter green brick house. He got out of his car and was overwhelmed by the overpowering odor of sulfur, He cringed at the smell and wiped his hands on his pants and ran one hand through his frizzy hair. He found his way to a cracked concrete walkway that led to the porch. Huge oak trees shaded the grassless yard, and squirrels leaped from the massive limbs. He knocked on the Williams' front door that had a bronze plaque nicely centered that read THE WILLIAMS LIVE HERE-fine food and spirits, besides slanted numbers announcing the address. He was greeted by a stocky man in a white under shirt, shorts and dirty bare feet with yellowed toenails.
"Mr. Williams?" Mulder held out his hand all though he secretly was repulsed by the idea of touching the man. "I'm Fox Mulder, we spoke on the phone."
"Yeh, c'mon in. How do ya like Flarida so far? The humidity getting' to ya?" The man joked as Mulder ran his hands through his hair.
"It's nice to visit, I don't think I could stand the mosquitoes for very long though." Mulder replied as his eyes surveyed the living room.
"Yeah, it gets purty muggy out here, especially with that lake bein' so close."
"That's what that sulfur smell is." Mulder said triumphantly.
"Yep, stinky huh?" Mulder nodded.
"This here is my wife Angela." The man held out his stubby hairy arm to embrace a heavy set woman with rosy cheeks and scraggly blonde hair pulled back messily. Mulder shook her hand as she moved her eyes over him.
"Ya didn' have to git all dressed up to see us." The woman chuckled.
"This here is Agent Mulder with the FBI." The man informed his wife with stern respect his tone as he patted Mulder's shoulder.
"Oh. Well nice to meet ya AGENT Mulder." Her eyes lit up enthusiastically. "The police 'ready done come out here. I don' know how much he remembas', but you go talk to him, She paused for a moment, could I get ya somepin to drink darlin'?"
"No thank you." Mulder smiled.
" 'Kay, his bedroom is that one on the left."