Shot got into her car and sped out, pointing the rolls in the direction of where the house in question was. She pulled to a halt across the street from it and watched it for a long time. Under survalence, yeah, right. Whoever was supposed to be watching it had run off for donuts. Apparently with a suspect in custody they thought it unnessicary to keep an officer on watch.
She made sure no one was around before sneaking in. She opened the door with her scarf as a barrier between her fingerprints and the door. She looked inside, stepping through the police tape and over the dried blood on the floor. She made her way to the bathroom which was stained a deep brownish red. The color of dried blood. She stayed her stomach as she left. So that's where he had killed them.
How could someone have missed what had been going on? Even if they had been gagged, the sheer amount of pain they must have gone through. She had only seen one animal go through being butchered without being dead, the stun gun hadn't worked on it, and the poor thing had screamed something awful as they sliced through it's gut and lopped of it's head. These people had been concious when he had killed them, they must have been making a racket and the neighbors heard nothing.
She was sure there was more evidence here than what the police had found. A quick look through the bedroom seemed to corroborate the suspect's tale of buglary. There was all the valuables bundled together, ready to grab and run. She looked around for anything else, any more proof.
The cuts had been made with a boning knife, she knew that much. The one half of the house held nothing, and she made her way to the kitchen. It was spotless. Too spotless. No way someone on vacation would have cleaned it up this well. She found the sink empty and opened the dishwasher. There were a few plates a few cups and one knife in there that she found very interesting.
An eight inch boning knife. The murder weapon. She picked up a pot holder and picked it up. Was that a rust colored spot on it? She grinned and replaced it. She looked around in the kitchen, looking for anything else that would be a breakthrough in the case, something that would give Garret, Jordan, Bug and Nigel the upper hand in proving that the man in custody was the one they wanted, the one they needed to get.
She found nothing else though, and walking out, she felt something tell her to check the freezer. She didn't know what part of her body told her to do so, but something did, and she opened up the door with her stolen pot holder and felt her stomach roll.
There was a stack of ziplock baggies in there, each one sealed with what was unmistakably human flesh inside. She quickly closed the door and dropped the piece of fabric in her hand, barely making it outside before she found herself with her head in the bushes, her body revolting against what she had just seen.
She wiped her mouth and sat in her car for a long minute, catching her breath before heading home. She trudged up the stairs and was caught completely off guard by the pair of strong arms that wrapped themselves around her.