4. The Man Who Cried Murder
Prompt: Mud Pie
Sango hastily pulled her best detective and trusted Sergeant aside.
"Why would he confess?"
It was something their homicide department saw often: people trying to take credit for the most gruesome, sensationalized murders. This man, however, could name names, and they were all victims whose identities had yet to be released by the press.
"He's playing with us," InuYasha deduced. The man gave himself up while promising a fourth, still missing victim and a time limit. "I think he wants to see if we're smart enough to find his last vic."
"Can we be sure that there is one?"
Miroku seemed skeptical, but InuYasha could feel something awful about to happen. The fact that Kagome had yet to call him back set him even more on edge. He had no reason to think so, but in the back of his mind, InuYasha feared the worst. Whoever this man was, he came in and directed his confession at him, making the detective wonder if he was personally being put to the test.
`Is this a challenge?'
"We'll find out soon enough," Sango sighed.
~*~
"What did he have on him?"
"You're wasting time," the man called out from his cell. InuYasha gave him the once over, eyeing with disgust his wild appearance. Dark hair hung greased and knotted down his back, and his eyes were an unusual color—such a deep brown hue that they almost flashed red in certain lights. Dressed in mud-slicked clothing, he looked the part of someone long gone off his meds.
"Shut up," the detective warned, before addressing the rookie who searched him. "Was he carrying weapons? Drugs?"
"No," but the officer held something peculiar up for inspection.
"All he had on him was this ribbon."