He had only been sleeping for a couple of hours when the phone rang. He put back on his dirty uniform that he dropped in the hamper just before he went to bed. His other uniforms were still in the washer, dirty dishes piled up on the sink, the floors were sticky and the carpets were dirty. A bachelor pad no woman would dare enter, he looked around his house before leaving and realized how badly he needed a few days off work just to clean up and take some time away from everybody else’s problems.
But the call was different, it’s the one he’d been dreading to receive. A body was found at the front lawn of the abandoned Twin Oaks Asylum. Even worse, it was a part of a body that’s missing a head and its limbs. Some maniac had cut off a person’s head and dumped it in the most sacred place in town and he’s the person everyone was counting on to find the perpetrator.
The forensic team was already there when he arrived. Morning mists covered the ground and the sun hadn’t risen yet. The two officers who found the body were standing by their patrol car. They didn’t want to be there, let alone examined the corpse in close range. As he walked closer to the location, a pungent smell polluted the cool morning air, the smell of decaying flesh was not something he had in mind before his morning coffee. He took a glimpse of the body part and decided it was too much for him to look any further.
The forensics told him there were no traces of blood near the corpse or around the premises, it was carried there from another area and they didn’t bother to dig up a hole to conceal it. The severed part of the body was cut clean as if it was dismembered by something large and sharp and was done by someone who knew human anatomy. It was butchered like cattle were butchered and dismantled in the old world.
He was taking notes of what the forensics could determine on the scene when he saw an old woman standing outside the wire fence looking in. He quickly came over to find out what she might have seen, but his heart sank when he saw her grey eyes staring blankly into nothing.
“Ma’am … this is a crime scene,” he shouted from afar to get her reaction.
The old lady smiled, “Yes … this was a crime scene, but you are 33 years too late, the crimes that have been committed have long been forgotten,” she replied.
“Oh, no ma’am, you probably couldn’t see it but someone had been murdered here and we are currently investigating it in the lawn.”
“He wasn’t murdered here … somebody took his body and left it on the lawn,” Colby was a stunt by her answer. “Did you see something last night, ma’am?”
“Ooh my eyes may be blind but I can see everything.”
Colby took out his notepad and pen, “Blind? I don’t understand.”
“I don’t see with these eyes, officer, I see with my other eyes,” she said.
Colby started to recall the elderly that lived in the quarters nearby were said to have paranormal abilities. He was hesitant to post any further questions but he looked around and this old lady was his best bet to find any clue in connection to his case.
“Change is coming, officer, it’s inevitable,” she said. “Your job will only get harder from now on … you have to find the person who killed this man, because if you don’t …. he will kill again … and again … he will never stop,” she continued with a serious tone.
“Do you know who did this?”
She shook her head, “But you do,” she smiled.
“Can you tell me his name?”
She shook her head again. “He doesn’t work alone, he has helped… I cannot see names, all I can tell you is this is not his first nor will be his last victim.”
“Okay … can you tell me more than that? Like where I can find him? Or how he looks?” Colby still couldn’t write anything in his notebook.
The old woman paused, her grey eyes still looking at the abyss and her lips were curved in some kind of a smile. “That is all I’m allowed to see,” she said.
Colby closed his notepad and put it back in his pocket “Thank you, ma’am,” he sighed heavily.
“Chief Colby! … Chief Colby!” somebody shouted from the building. One of his officers was running from inside the building with something in his hand.
“What is it?”
The officer was trying to catch his breath when he handed him a clear bag containing a flashlight. “We found this in the basement … somebody must’ve dropped this,” he said, still struggling with his breathing.
Colby Jones examined the flashlight and he knew one person who owned it, in fact, he knew first hand that Adrian Addams makes his own infrared flashlights.