Thanks for the reviews. Please don't expect too much from this story. I just wanted to try a chapter story and I thought up this one, one day at work.
Devil's Harvest
Chapter three
Late the following afternoon the man's body was found. Investigating teams swarmed over the area looking for clues. The body was like all the others. All internal organs had been removed and two holes were on the side of the victim's neck. Van and Deaq had spent the afternoon trying to retrace the man's steps. They finally located a friend of the man who said he had talked to him earlier in the day. The man apparently had been tired of staying cooped up at home and decided to hit one of the local bars. The friend had gone with him but left early since he had to be at work early the next morning. The friend had no idea who would do this to him. He was a nice guy and as far as the friend knew had no enemies.
The police had done background checks on all the victims. They could find nothing in common with any of them. They came to the conclusion that the victims had been selected at random and were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Due to the violent nature of the crimes, the department asked for volunteers to go out on the streets and act as decoys. Billie, Deaq, and Van were among the many officers that offered their services. Somehow these killings had to be stopped. No one was safe from who ever was orchestrating these horrific crimes. The decoys would be wired and backup units would be scattered throughout the city. They were told not to attempt to apprehend any suspect on their own but to immediately call for backup if they were suspicious of anything.
8:30 that evening
Van and Deaq were discussing the case with some other undercover officers when Van suddenly remembered his promise to pick Wallace up at eight. He excused himself and walked a short distance away and called Jason's number. There was no answer. He was relieved, he really didn't want to renew their stormy friendship. He left a brief message on the answering machine saying he was sorry but something had come up and maybe they could get together some other time.
Jason Wallace's home
Jason sat glaring at the answering machine. So Van was up to his old games again, trying to blow him off. He thought about picking up the phone but decided against it. He didn't want Van to think he was sitting around waiting for him to call. Who did he think he was? In the academy Van was the one who always got the girls. He could have had any of them but instead he had stolen Amy from him. Now he thought he was too good to be seen with him. Jason got up and stormed out of the house.
Out on the streets
Even most of The Sunset Strip's hookers were staying home, paying the rent by contacting known clients and staying off the street. However a few of them had to work the streets, needing extra money to pay for drugs and to keep their pimps from beating them. Since they also needed protection, policewomen were sent out to mingle with the streetwalkers.
Billie was one of the policewomen assigned to the area. Dressed up like a hooker she mingled easily with them. Nothing much was happening until she noticed one of the girls wave to a man at the edge of an alley across the street. The man motioned her over, then disappeared down the alley. The girl ran across the street and followed him. Billie followed her, concerned for her safety. She watched as two Rottweilers appeared from behind a large trash container and started following the woman down the alley. She thought it was eerie the way the dogs walked side by side as they followed her. She stayed far enough behind and stuck to the shadows so the woman or the man she was following wouldn't spot her. The hooker turned down an intersecting alley and a few seconds later Billie heard a blood curdling scream. She ran after the woman but had to stop suddenly when the two dogs turned back and started walking toward her. She backed up slowly, terrified, reaching for her gun as the snarling dogs closed the distance between them. She could feel her heart pounding, knowing if the dogs charged she would never get to her gun in time. From out of nowhere a large white German Shepherd appeared and stood between her and the dogs. They growled at him and Billie would swear for a brief second their eyes had glowed red before they turned and ran off down the alley. The white dog turned and looked at her for a few seconds before disappearing into the darkness.
As the prostitute turned into the intersecting alley she glanced nervously over her shoulder, she swore she heard someone following her.
"Who's there?" She called out looking around frantically for the man she had followed into the alley.
When no one answered, she quickened her step. Her heart lurched in her chest when something brushed by her face. She swatted at it with her hand and connected with a large bat. Shrieking in terror she ran deeper into the alley. The walls of the alley suddenly came alive with movement. Figures dressed in black emerged from the darkness and approached the woman. They chanted as they surrounded her.
"Who are you?! What do you want?!" She screamed.
"We want your soul." One of them said as hands reached out for her.
TBC