Chapter 3
August 21, 1983
Silent Hill, Idaho
Alchemilla Hospital
2:00 PM
O'Grady stared, stone-faced, at the bloody corpse seated in the desk chair before him.
"A nurse found him like this. He apparently stayed late last night to work on something, no one knows what." Douglas said, making sure not to look at it.
The man was slumped over his desk in a congealed pool of blood that continued to drip, gooey, to the floor. His face looked like it had been peeled off, and his eyes stared, unseeing, at O'Grady. All over the rest of his body, there were small chunks missing from him.
"What are these?"
"Those are bite wounds. There are many indents all over his body that look like they were made by human teeth."
O'Grady stood up. "You know who this is? Was?" He corrected himself.
Douglas consulted his notepad. "Name's Michael Kaufmann. He was the director of this hospital."
O'Grady sighed and stood up. "There's a man in my jail in Brahms who I think may have had something to do with this."
Douglas looked up, surprised. "What?"
O'Grady quickly explained the events of that morning to the officer. "I'm going to get imprints of this guy's teeth. I have a feeling they will match the bite marks on the body."
"Um, sir, with all due respect, we don't have the technology to do this kind of thing."
O'Grady cursed under his breath. Of course they didn't. But he had read enough crime novels to know a thing or two about forensics. "Then we'll send the body and my suspect's indents to Twin Peaks. They'll have the necessary equipment. Trust me."
Douglas looked doubtful. "I'll run it by Nevlin."
O'Grady returned to his car. It was time to find out just who the hell Harry Mason was.