After about three hours of back and forth, helpin' those idiots called cops, I finally managed to push them into the right direction. "Are you sure they came this way?" one of them asked "Told ya, I dunno. People get lost in this desert all the fuckin' time. Would be easier if you guys had a helicopter or shit like that." The cop snorted annoyed "Tried to get one. To expensive" But haulin' a shitload of cop around the desert was better? Right. At least we were makin' 'progress'. Damn cadaver dogs picked something up and ran off. Everybody followed and soon enough, they found the corpse. I was ushered to stay back and wait.
The madness raging around me was totally off charts. Lit me a smoke and waited. More then once, when a dude rushed by, I asked if I could go. Work and shit. I also asked about whom they had found. Not that I knew. "Mac, can you do us a favour?" the big fucker from earlier asked at some point. Nodding, I followed him. "This is gonna be a little disturbing but you might be able to identify the body for now" Said body had already been put onto one of these emergency beds and was covered up. Yet the big boobs were a good indication. "G'ahead" I told the dude and the sheet was pulled from her head. "Yup. Terra, I think was her name" "IS her name" a female coroner in a white coverall corrected and pulled the sheet back over the face with what would be described as tender care.
Right. As if that bitch still cared about that. She got rolled away and the official fucker turned to me "Thank you very much Mac. We gonna take it from here. And if your boss gives you shit, let me know" Holdin' out his hand, I didn't shake it. Instead, I lit another ciggi and mumbled around it while I left "No problem"
The guys around went apeshit crazy, the so called search-grid got enlarged, more dogs bla bla bla. They'd find whatever-his-name-is-i-gutted-you-that's-all-i-nee d-to-know soon enough and all hell would break loose. Smirkin' to myself, I took a lil' hit from my pocket and went to my place. It was only at that time when I realized that the cops clearly had missed the house. Damn, the fuck did those bastards do all day? Hadn't even figured out where golden boy and his entourage had stayed. Oh, this was good. Real good. By the time the sun had set, I was ready.
Knew my way around here anyway and you bet they wouldn't find a fuckin' hint anywhere. Over at the old shithole, my eyes roaming round the house, I had to laugh. Tanned boys head still where I put it and still lookin' totally surprised. Fucker. I kicked the head on the pole and went around once. Back at the door, takin' matches outta my pocket, I lit one and let it drop. The gas-line I had drawn through the rooms lit up like fuckin' dominoes fell.
Sure as fuck the cops would know it was arson. Let 'em figure this bitch out.
Now, after all that hard work, I told myself I deserved a drink. And a good fuck. Maybe that coroner bitch hung out at Walter's.
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Detective Darabont along with the FBI guys Basset and Green stood in safe distance until the fire-fighters had put out the fire. When the word of a fire had reached them, nobody thought much about it until one them overheard one of the locals saying that this used to be the house Devon and Regina's family owned. Furious about this fuck up by the police, Basset and Green had been shouting at everybody and Darabont almost had to separate the guys when they went face to face at each other. Not a good time to beat the living shit out of each other. Now, with their heads having cooled off a little, they could try and piece this puzzle together. Four missing young adults, two of them dead. Oh yes, they had found Tom. And boy, that had been bad. Someone had gutted him and draped them very nicely over the rock. Darabont had found himself reminded of a cobweb.
Walking inside what was left of the house, the blue overcoat for the shoes making weird noises with each step, the three men inspected the scene along with some forensic guys. And it didn't take long to find stuff. It was arson. Fact. The head they had found had no body. Fact. The young people had stayed here. Fact. This was starting to become the weirdest thing ever. Back outside, Green cleaned his nails of invisible dirt and Basset brushed dirt from his expensive as fuck Armani suit. "What do you think we are dealing with?" Darabont asked with his pipe in his mouth.
After all, he was just a cop. Let those nitwits feel like they were in charge. Truth was, the local cops would do what Darabont said in a heartbeat. No one liked those FBI guys. Still focused on his nails, his forehead in a frown, Green babbled first "The three bodies so far point to something personal. Gutted, decapitated, pushed over a cliff. Also, the woman showed signs of beatings. Now, the house has burnt down. It would be to much of a coincidence. No, someone knows we are here and is trying to get rid of evidence. I say, the killer is still around. And watching us."
Darabont nodded. Ok, Captain Obvious was on the same page. Basset took over. "It is to early to make assumptions but given that they barely knew anyone around here, chances are that this is a crime of passion. Personal, as Green pointed out. But who? And why?" Trailing off, Basset stared over to the house.
"Devon" that caught both mens attention. "What?" Green asked. "Devon. He could be it. See, locals told be about that bad accident years ago, when the parents got killed. When they returned mere weeks ago, Devon was totally protective about his sister. No one was allowed near her. People noticed it. He basically shoved Harley off her." Both Agents knew that Harley was one of the cops missing. Obviously, both suits didn't buy the story but Darabont was sure. They wouldn't find a body. At least not Devon's.