Ch. 3 Homicide in the second degree

Violets were what we liked to call foreseers, the psychic underbelly of law enforcement. They were able to solve cases by working with description and questioning or either out in the field with the detectives. Using their gut feelings, premonitions, visions, whatever type of psychoses they had they used it in their work and we got lucky on many cases because of it. It wasn't till 1983 that the FBI, along with other law organizations, decided to create an official law force dedicated to them called the PEU, Psychic Enforcement Unit.

Mary took a deep breath and looked at each of us before continuing.

"I'm one of them."

"When did you find this out," I asked. Mike got his pen posed and ready waiting for her to speak.

"Well I had the first premonition about eighteen months ago and at first they were like any other dream but then they kept recurring, the same one every night. I knew that wasn't normal."

"Did you tell anyone or try to get help?"

"No. I didn't…," she paused closing her eyes, "I didn't want people to think I was crazy," she opened her eyes again looking to her left as if there were a window there.

"I didn't even have the heart to tell my parents."

"Did these visions ever go away or have you been having the same one all this time," Mike asked jotting down notes.

"Yes eventually. It was a while before I had any more, until a month ago, I had some small premonitions. They were more like flashes, flashes of memories, just not mine," she looked back towards us. She seemed to be more comfortable than before.

"Were these in anyway connected with the murders you say you witnessed," Mike asked still writing down notes in the little note pad.

"Yes. I didn't realize it until the other day but the same man was in all the visions I had."

"We'll need you to describe him for us," I said.

"Alright," she sighed leaning forward and putting her forearms on the table, " He was white and had long curly hair, a light auburn color but it was much redder than that. He was small for a man, probably some-what fit and he had a slender, triangular face with blue eyes and a prominent nose."

"Is that all you can remember," Rodney asked. Mary furrowed her brows trying to remember.

"No," she said. She began putting her hands to her chest and shoulders.

"He had on some type of red leather jacket, there was no shirt underneath it and he had on some type of black pants, not exactly blue jeans but they were made of an almost rough looking material."

"Good, good," Mike bobbed his head up and down as he wrote.

"And he was with another man at some type of club. I think it was a rave."

"Could you see a sign or anything with a name," Mary shook her head and folded her hands in her lap.

"Tell us how the premonition came to you and how this connects with the murders," Rodney asked.

"I had put in a movie around 10:30 like I do every other night, it helps me fall asleep," she pointed out, "and all the sudden one hit me. In flashes at first, I could see him and this other man walking around the club, then I saw him at a bar, and then back to walking around the club again. Soon though, the vision became more pronounced, I could feel, taste, hear, and smell," she began gesturing with her hands as she talked, " It was almost as if someone was watching him because I remember a feeling of paranoia and that's when the red-headed man began yelling at someone and he pulled out a small hand gun but before he could shot it he was attacked by something. It moved to fast for me to tell what it was and people had began to scream and run around in a panic . Next thing I saw was him lying on the ground."

Mike finished writing down the last of his notes and put the note pad and pen back in the pocket of his suit jacket, "I think that's enough for now but I'll need to talk to you again about that other guy that was with the victim." Mary nodded getting up from her chair and thanking us, shaking hands with us. Mike told her not to worry about the report right now as he escorted her out of the interrogation room, and that he would try to figure out a way for him to fill it out for her. She only nodded again.

"Well that was interesting," Rodney said getting up out of his chair.

"But true," I scowled, getting out of my own seat, "I don't think she's capable of lying without bursting into tears."

"Maybe."

I rolled my eyes, "You're too paranoid Rod."

"I'm a cop, I'm supposed to be."

"I'm a cop and I'm not paranoid," I said, matter of fact.

"Well you're not a normal cop."

"If you say so," I headed towards the door but it was flung open suddenly almost hitting me.

Mike fit his somewhat large frame in through the half open door, "Hey come on, we got a call at the other end of town," He said then left. Me and Rodney hustled out the room to catch up with him.

On the way there Mike quickly explained. A Man found some bodies at an abandoned Hotel called the Drebber Ba Angst . It was mostly used as a night club for Americans who needed a place to hang out. A home away from home. It was more like a junkies paradise.

We swung the patrol car to a sharp right on Tafari street, then got on a back street to the old part of town. It wasn't to hard to tell which building it was once we got down the road a little ways. Parked cop cars with the red and blue lights flashing were parked on the side of the road in front of a dark, grayish-red building. Moss and other plant life had grown around the building and up the lengths of its sides. The stone steps leading up to the buildings entrance were cracked and slowly falling apart at the sides.

We got out of the car and walked over to one of the cops who was talking with another female officer. She had blond hair pulled back in a bun, away from an attractive face. Her dark eyes searched me up and down as we approached.

"You the investigators," She asked in a scratchy voice.

"Yes we are," Mike answered.

"follow me."

We walked over to the entrance and up the five or six stairs and came to a brightly lit hallway. Glass cases that went up to my stomach and some on the walls held exotic knives and bondage equipment. Others had different types of torture tools and other types of objects I had no intention of exploring. It was a torture house. A house of pain.

We came to a thick, bulky door made of a dark metal and the young cop opened them with some effort. She stepped aside giving us a better view of what was inside.

"You have got to be kidding me."

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