Chapter 2 of my first fic here. Hopefully you like it, please read and review.
Chapter Two: In The Dark
Flack hadn't exaggerated: blood was, indeed, everywhere. A woman was lying face down in the middle of a small room, seemingly the living room. Mac had to look down with every step he took to not disturb the crime scene. He took a long look around and then walked to the body with Stella kneeling next to it and Flack standing, looking down from a distance, trying to look away from the body as much as possible. He definitely likes catching the bad guys more than watching dead bodies.
'What've we got, Flack?', Mac asked to the young detective in his severe voice.
'Trisha Jefferson, 20 years old, stabbed multiple times and one gunshot in the back of her head. She lives here alone.'
'Anyone in the building heard or seen anything?'
'We were planning to ask them now. Thought I wait for you first though. I will try to contact her family too, if she has any.' With those words, Flack left.
Mac kneeled down at the opposite side of the body to where Stella was. 'She's still a girl, Mac. What could possibly be the reason for killing her?', she said with a concerned look on her face.
'I have no idea, but someone did have a reason. For us to find out the killer and ask him.' Mac saw the look on Stella's face. It was getting tougher for her every day, all those victims who had suffer so much before they died. But this definitely wasn't the time for a conversation about that. There was too much work to do. He would talk to her later.
After Mac took several pictures of the girls back, Stella swabbed the gunshot wound which had traces of GSR on it. They turned the girl on her back. She had more than 12 stabs all over her body, most of them in her stomach. Her jeans were torn apart near the button. Looked like Sid needed to do a rape kit. While processing, they heard Lindsay entering the room. She looked around in amazement, fear and anger. On every wall, on every inch on the floor there was blood. The whole apartment seemed to be painted red recently.
'I'll take the bathroom and bedroom', she said. Without even looking to Mac and Stella, she hurried to the other rooms. The older pair looked to each other with a questioning look. At that moment Flack returned from his tour.
'Several neighbors told me she has a kid, a boy with a age of around 6, nobody knows who the father is. Last they had seen a couple of guys knocking on her door. Trisha didn't let them in. They couldn't tell much more, only that she wasn't the social type. I'll go and try to contact her family now. See you guys later.' And with that, Flack was gone for the second time.
Mac, Stella and Lindsay went searching for the boy and indeed found him, hidden underneath the sink, shaking, too afraid of coming out. To the surprise of both ladies, the boy calmed down when Mac began to speak to him.
'Hey, I'm Mac and those two are Stella and Lindsay. We are with the police. You don't have to be afraid anymore. You can come out, we will protect you.'
The kid took the strong hand Mac was offering him. The boy seemed to be free of wounds and blood on first sight. Still, Mac took him by the hand and led him to his car, avoiding the sight of the kid's mother. He put the kid in the front seat next to him. After giving Stella and Lindsay some last instructions, he drove of to the hospital to let the boy to be checked and ask him some questions.