The Twins

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Chapter Twenty-Six

Isis entered the squad room at the Double 0 and made a beeline for Lt. Stone’s office. On her way, many of her comrades gave their condolences. The Double 0 precinct was still reeling from the murder of Detective Taylor. The young rookie detective that had taped a tampon—that he’d dipped in ketchup—onto her locker extended his hand, apologized, then walked away with his head down.

Once inside Lt. Stone’s office, Isis told her boss about the horror that she’d seen. “It’s them, Lieutenant,” she said as she paced his office. “You should’ve seen what they did to that boy’s body.” Isis threw a right hook, then a left, punching the air as she cursed the killers. Stone watched her as she went through the ritual of releasing her anger. He waited for her to calm down before he asked her to sit.

“They’ve got DNA, sir. Hopefully, some of it’s from our suspects,” she said as she sat in one of his wing chairs. Her legs were jumping restlessly.

Stone began tapping his Aviator pen on top of a folder. “What’s going on with you? Are you okay?”

Isis told him that she was and that he didn’t have to worry about her.

“You know you’re going to have to have a new partner…I was thinking about Chalk—”

“With all due respect, sir, Casper is a damn good detective, but…” Isis didn’t want to slander her friend, so she said no more.

“What about Gomez?”

Isis shook her head no. “Sir…” she hesitated, as she shifted her butt in the wing chair. “Well, sir, I was thinking maybe...Detective Toni. She’s smart, dedicated, and with all that FBI training, well…”

Stone stared at his number one detective while he tapped his pen on a file that was sitting on top of his desk.

Isis struck again, “Just think about it, sir. Toni, with all that behavioral analysis stuff and me with my hound dog senses, as you like to call them, we’ll make a damn good team, don’t you think?”

“Okay, I’m convinced. I’ll give her a call.”

Isis stood up to leave. She was smiling on the inside.

“I’ll see you two at Taylor’s funeral tomorrow afternoon.”

“Yes, sir.” When Isis had closed the door to Lt. Stone’s office, he opened the file that was in front of him and read the complete dossier on Detective Annette Toni.

Isis pulled up in front of her apartment building just in time to see Mrs. Green remove the “Do Not Park” sign from the curb. She places it there every time Isis drives away from the building. Mrs. Green was out with a few of the tenants from the building.

“How was your day, sweetie?” she said as she placed the sign against the building. “You know everyone, don’t you?”

Isis looked around and nodded. Mr. Delroy from the second floor winked at her. Nasty old bastard, she thought. The new tenant, who had just moved to the third floor the other day, smiled at her and so did her granddaughter, and Ms. Ellis, from the fourth floor, was there with her granddaughter also.

“It’s such a beautiful day. Why don’t you and Toni come down and join us? I’m going to pull the old beach chairs out. What do you say?” Ms. Green asked.

Isis knew that Mrs. Green would try and get the latest crime news out of her, so she politely declined.

Isis entered her apartment, threw her keys into a fishbowl, kicked off her shoes, and flopped herself onto her couch. Toni walked into the living room wearing an N.Y. Giants jersey.

“What the hell is that smell?” She stared at Isis. “Is that coming from you? What happened?”

Isis told Toni all about the body that was found at the Due Motor Inn and the condition that it was in. “It was absolutely…” Isis paused and pinched the bridge of her nose, then she shook her head. “It was definitely the twins. No doubt about it.”

“Come on, let’s get you into the tub.” As Isis sat in her bathtub, Toni washed her back.

“How could they kill like that? Why would they go to so much trouble? Why the overkill?”

Isis pulled her knees up to her chest. “I get that they were raped by a sadistic rapist and that they want revenge, but this is crazy. All the murders were over the top. Why?” Isis stared at the soap dish in front of her, musing over her own questions. Toni was also thinking the questions over. Isis turned her head around so that she could look into Toni’s eyes. “Do you believe in Satan?” she whispered.

“What? And why are you whispering?” Without waiting for an answer, Toni shook her head and said, “I don’t believe that Satan is an individual entity that lives under the earth somewhere. I believe that the negative energies, that we call evil, or Satan, is a part of one’s being. According to the Greeks, the highest part of man is his Pneumatic—a Gnostic term that means soul or spirit—and the opposite of that is his Poneros, which is the evil side. These two principles, they believed, are inside of a man, and they are constantly at war with one another.” The look on Isis’ face told Toni all she wanted to know. “Okay, okay,” Toni said. “Erase that. Let me put it this way—”

Isis cut her off. “So what you’re trying to say is that these girls lost the distinction between right and wrong, or good and evil. That whatever happened to them tore down the wall that separated the id from the ego?”

Toni gave Isis a surprised look.

“What? You thought you were the only smart one in this relationship?” Isis said with a grin.

Toni wiped soap suds off Isis’ nose. “That’s a better way of putting it. Something happened to these girls that tore down the wall that separates the id from the ego. Hmm...”

“A sadistic rapist.”

“Yes, but I believe something else happened to them—”

“Something worse than being raped by a maniac?”

“Yes, but what, I haven’t the faintest idea.” Toni stepped out of the bathroom while Isis dried herself off.

“Oh by the way,” Isis called out to Toni. “You’re my new partner!”

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