Photo ©copyright, 2002. Frantisek Staud

He was looking into the not so distant past as he ploughed through his fried eggs and ham. He was still annoyed with Keeler: Keeler the middle aged, middle grade, middle sized lump who couldn’t stand the fact that he was better at the job.

“Kid what makes you think it’s the same killer?” Keeler leered at Kid with that big fat sarcastic smile all over his face, while his caustic blue eyes froze on Kid. Kid leaned languidly against the door frame and rolled his eyes. He looked young, that much was true, but he was no kid. He’d seen stuff and the gore didn’t shock him, whereas Keeler stood with his back to the body. “This girl has her guts spread all over the room.” That much was true and the killer must have hit an artery from the spray all over the place. “That last one we found on the hill and that girl in the alley, she just took a bad beating. Different see?” Keeler heaved his belly up and tucked his hands into his belt to keep it up. “And...” Keeler always had to hammer away his point. “Black girl, Chinese girl, blonde girl. Nothing’s the same. See?” Kid stared off into the distance, somewhere just beyond Keeler’s left ear. “Rape, no rape, beaten up, not beaten up. See?”

Tyler, the forensics guy brushed past Kid into the room. “Geez!” He exhaled slowly. “What a mess.”

Kid unfolded himself from the door frame and snapped a rubber glove from his pocket and leaned over the disgorged corpse. He carefully moved away a strand of blood hardened hair away from the girl’s face. Tyler looked down to where at the nape of the girl’s neck a chunk of hair had been hacked away unevenly. Tyler sucked in his breath then reeled off a few shots. “And?” Tyler turned to Kid impatiently. Kid lifted the left wrist and turned it to reveal a perfectly manicured hand bar the little finger where the top of the nail was torn off.

“Shit man!” Tyler gasped snapping away frenetically. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” He said in time to every shot. “We’ve got a serial killer on our hands.”

©copyright, 2007. Verilion

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