Chapter Two: Deadly Discovery in the Park
There was a disturbance in Kleiko Park. The police were called in to investigate the disturbance. What they saw was a ghoulish, blood soaked work that the insane would call art.
On the pitcher’s mound of the baseball diamond, there were mangled figures of two women cut in inconspicuous places on their contorted, intertwined, naked bodies. The blood from their cuts dripped to the mound, and coagulated in a pool of murky thickness underneath their bodies.
They each had the other’s foot in their mouths. Their legs were wrapped around their heads locking them in a gruesome flesh bow. One had an entire eye socket gouged out with blood that seeped from it while the other lady looked as if she had a messy, slow motion bullet wound to the temple. Each of them were in a wrung neck position, looking as if they choked each other to death.
One of the women was filleted, and they were both frozen, and tied together with her intestines, and entrails. A black rose was zip-tied to her spine. It was definitely macabre art.
The police saw the carnage, and realized that they had to call a homicide detective. One of the rookie officers had to excuse herself to wretch. She had always wanted to protect and serve, but she never thought the job would entail this type of debauchery.
They waited for the detective as they filled out their reports. They just looked at the demonic display, and wondered how long it took the murderer to make it, and where could they make it?
As they were speculating, Detective John Chandless arrived. John had seen devious things, and actions for seventeen years as a detective, so the gruesome display didn’t affect him the same way it emotionally disturbed the rookie.
John pulled out his pad and pen. “Are there any witnesses?”
“No Sir, they just happened to be in this busy park on the pitcher’s mound magically,” the sergeant said. “Nobody’s talking.”
“What about the surveillance cameras for the diamond?” John asked.
“They were blacked out for fifteen minutes, Sir, and when they worked again, this abstract evil was here.”
John looked at all the park visitors, and thought that someone must have seen something.
“Get a fingerprint specialist, and CSU over here. Check that camera for any prints, and see if crime scene can find any epithelial tissue other than their own on our victims. Have a squad canvas the immediate houses, and apartments to see if we get a lead. This display wasn’t a private affair. Check immediate family, and any relatives in the vicinity. Get their friend’s, and family’s arrest records if any. Someone could have made a mistake, and we’re going to find that cock-up,” Chandless directed. He officially took over.
“I’m on it, Sir,” the sergeant acknowledged. He rallied the other officers to reissue the orders.
As they turned to complete their investigation, John went closer to the women. He looked at them in that position, and wondered what, if any meaning it had. He looked at the ladies’ mouths with the other’s toes wedged in. He took them out to give them some dignity. Ther parents didn’t need to see that type of debauchery on tonight’s nine‘o clock news.
He looked at the eviscerated woman’s spine with the black rose zip-tied to it, and upon closer inspection, he saw a blackened, rolled sheet of paper in a plastic vial within the rose petals.
He took it out of the plastic vial, and unrolled it. The paper was a note scribed in silver. It read:
You must be the detective assigned to this conundrum of a crime scene. A beat cop wouldn’t find this. Read fast. This is just the first of my vindications. Everybody is a potential sacrifice. Everyone has committed wrong in their lives. Don’t try to profile my victims. All humans are game. You will never find me, but I will give you a clue. You detectives live for puzzles. I vindicate in dvou. Don’t try to get any writing samples from this sheet of paper. I am smart enough not to leave any physical evidence. This is Magnesium impregnated flash paper. Do you know what happens to Magnesium impregnated flash paper when it hits oxygen? Can you say poof?
John knew what was going to happen so he rerolled the paper to put it back in the vail, but the oxygen had already began the chain reaction. As he began to insert it back, the paper went up in a bright flash, and turned to ash.
John got it half way in the vial before the entire thing disintegrated. He captured a bit of ash, and recapped the vial. He walked over to Sergeant Milner, and gave him the vial.
“I found this on one of the victims. It said that the suspect called themselves a vindicator. That I would never find them, and they didn’t leave physical evidence. The paper flashed brightly, and this is the ash to the only piece of evidence I have,” John said. “Log it in your report.”
Sergeant Milner took the vial, tagged, and bagged it.
“We checked the victims, Sir. We didn’t find anything,” Milner said.
“It was placed in the petals of that black rose, and it also said that a beat cop wouldn’t find it. I guess the letter was right,” John said. “Don’t get insulted. That just means that this suspect has done this before, or has watched a crime scene get processed. This person is, or was on the force at one time, or is a crime scene nut.”
“Does that black rose mean this is a mob hit, Sir?” Milner asked.
“We have to complete this investigation to find out why this happened. Find out who they are through fingerprints or DNA. Check the victims out to see if the Mafia would want them dead. We might hit a dead end, but that’s why we investigate. Exhaust every possibility.”
Another policeman ran up to Chandless. “We have a lead, Sir! This woman in that apartment over there said that her son saw something!”
John perked up. “Did he say it was a man or a woman?”
“He wouldn’t talk to me, Sir. He just wants to talk to you,” the officer said. “But I think that you better be careful with him. He’s retarded.”
“How long have you been on the force, Officer?” John asked.
“I graduated from the academy three years ago, Sir, and have been here ever since.”
“So you’ve braved these streets for three years, and still can’t pronounce mentally challenged?! It is officers like you that gangstah rappahs write about on those songs. Have some couth, kid,” John said with some anger. His cousin was mentally challenged, and calling her a retard was the one thing to strike his nerve. “I’m just giving you some food for thought so you don’t get your ass shot off because you said the wrong thing. Take me to the apartment.”
The officer understood Detective Chandless’ irritation. The officer was grinding on the streets all day, and had become insensitive to others. With all the prostitutes, gang bangers, junkies, and corner drug dealers, insensitivity to people was his defense for dealing with those types.
They went across the street to the building. The officer rang the bell, and a woman came over the intercom.
“You’re that cop. Open the door when you hear the buzz.”
The officer heard the buzz, and opened the door. They walked in, and went upstairs to the third floor. They went to the first apartment on that floor. The officer knocked on the door, and they both waited.
The door opened.
“Is that the detective that wants to talk to my boy?” she asked.
“Yes Ma’am. My name is Detective John Chandless.” John introduced himself. “I heard your boy saw something.”
She shook his hand, “I’m Rubina, Call me Ruby. Toliver is in his room. Come in, I’ll show you.”
They walked to Toliver’s room. Ruby opened the door.
“Tolly, the detective’s here. Are you ready to tell him what you saw?” Ruby asked.
Toliver looked at John. “Where’s his trench coat? He doesn’t even have on a watch communicator. He’s not a detective, Mommy.”
John knew what he was talking about. Toliver never went outside by himself, so all of the detectives he’d seen were from television, and dramas weren’t what he watched. Cartoons were his repertoire.
John pulled out his badge. “I’m Detective Chandless, Toliver. My decoder ring is being repaired, and it’s too hot outside to wear my trench coat. Here, look.”
John gave Toliver his wallet with his identification in it. Toliver looked, and saw the official identification.
“I guess you are a detective. Do you want to know who I saw?”
John took back his wallet. “Yes I do, Toliver. Was it a man or a woman?”
“It was Penelope Prissy, just a big Penelope,” Toliver said.
John was confused. He didn’t have young kids.
“So it was a woman?” John asked.
Ruby intervened. “Penelope Prissy is on a cartoon, Detective. Don’t you have any kids?”
“I have young adults, Ruby. My tune days have been over for fifteen years. If it isn’t Bugs, or Daffy, I’m lost,” John said.
“Penelope is a little girl,” Toliver said. “That was a big, hairy Penelope.”
John realized that it was a man in a mask. At least he knew who to look for. The suspect wrote not to try to find him. He didn’t know that Toliver was a hawk. A detective’s job is to detect. John was a veteran, and knew there was no such thing as a perfect crime. Mister Prissy screwed up.
“Thank you, Toliver,” John said.
“Call him Tolly, Detective Chandless,” Ruby said.
John acknowledged her request, “We’re going to find that hairy Penelope Prissy, and tell her to stop coming to the park, Tolly.”
“Just arrest Penelope, Mister. What she did was illegal, and a detective arrests people that do illegal things, right?” Toliver asked.
John understood that his placation was condescending to Toliver, and his syndrome wasn’t as severe as he thought.
“Yes, Tolly. Detectives arrest the wrong doers, and what Penelope did was very wrong. I will arrest Penelope.”
Toliver smiled, “You’re a super detective, Mister.”
John smiled as well. “I just do my job, Tolly. I’ll get Penelope.”
“Can I see you in the hall, Detective Chandless?” Ruby asked.
They both went outside of Toliver’s room.
“Toliver takes things literally, Detective. He’ll be watching the news to see if you do it. Are you going to disappoint him?” she asked.
“I have been a detective for seventeen years, and I have a mentally challenged cousin. She takes things literally also. I’ve been playing this ‘cops and robbers’ thing for longer than a week so I’m not a wet behind the ears rookie. I will try my best not to disappoint Tolly. I want this guy as much as he does.”
“Okay, Detective. I just don’t want him to think a crazy Penelope is going to break in to kill him. My son has Down Syndrome, so he’s a little slow. He does listen well though. He’s gonna hold you to your statement,” Rubina said with earnest.
“I don’t like murderers running around in my town, Ma’am. This has become my sole priority. I always get my man.” John comforted her.
“I just wanted you to know who you were telling that you’ll get him,” she said.
“Thank you, Ma’am. Toliver’s expectations just made this more important than those gangsters doing drive-by shootings,” John said. “Now I have a mission.”
“Just get him, Detective.”
“I will, Ma’am.”
John called the officer, said bye to Toliver, and left the apartment.