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wrote: Ryan looked at the files on his desk. Laid before him were pictures of three people who were no longer alive, and it was his job to figure out who killed them. He had the evening off, but after dinner, all he could think about was George, Margaret, and Jeremy, and how someone managed to kill them in such brutal ways.
As he thought about this, there was a knock on the door of his office. He got up and walked over. When he opened it, he found his wife Lindsay staring at him.
Hey Linds, what's going on? he asked her.
I was just checking on you. You feeling alright? she asked nervously.
Of course, he responded, don't worry about me, I'm fine.
Come on Ryan. Shut off that policeman brain for one night, Lindsay said, placing her hand on his shoulder, it can wait until morning.
I know. This case just has everyone at the station going nuts.
Well, said Lindsay, rubbing his shoulders, the station won't mind if you get a good night's sleep. So why don't you turn in?
Alright. I think I will clean up a bit and then go to bed. I really could use some tea first, Ryan said, stroking his wife's hand.
That sounds nice, she replied. I'm going to bed. Tomorrow, you are getting out by five right? Bridget has her recital tomorrow.
I asked the Chief, and he said it would be fine. Laura even said that she could handle it so I could leave earlier.
Perfect, said Lindsay, giving Ryan a quick kiss, good night dear.
Good night Lindsay, Ryan said as he watched her head upstairs.
Ryan made his way into the kitchen. He put the kettle on the stove and flipped the knob, watching the blue fire snap into existence and begin to boil the water. He got a mug out of the shelf and placed a bag of Earl Grey into it. He began to organize some of the papers on the kitchen table and put away some of the material Lindsay had out when she was working on her case reports earlier. He also went ahead and made lunch for Bridget tomorrow, just so he had something to do. Ryan found that the work was too easy, and the tea wasn't ready, so his mind drifted back to the case.
The town had never seen anything like it. People died, but never in such bizarre methods. They referred to the case as The Closed Room Killings, simply because they had no real way to identify a killer or figure out how the crimes could be committed by human hands. Most serial murders have repetitive motives or a signature from the killer, but the police force had to turn to terms used by mystery novelists like Agatha Christie when looking at the crimes.
So far, only three people had been killed, but the lack of suspects and evidence made the force believe that it was likely the killer would strike again. It began in the early morning of April 13th. Frank Martelli was prepping the kitchen at Joe's Pizzeria when he went into the alley to throw away some trash. It was there that he discovered the body of sixteen year old George Dawson. George was found to have been stabbed multiple times, with at least seven stabbings being fatal. He had lost most of his blood, but the lack of blood in the alley made Ryan and his partner Laura suspect that George was killed elsewhere and dumped. Livor mortis suggested that George had only been in the alley for about three hours with the red coloring on his back, yet the coroner thinks that George had to have been kept somewhere else for a while.
However, the case changed when the coroner gave his estimate of how long George had been dead. Rigor mortis had disappeared when the coroner examined George's body, suggesting that he had been dead for more than thirty-six hours. His palor skin also suggested that he had been dead for several days, the wounds on George's body were also beginning to show signs of larval infestation, meaning he had to be dead for at most three days. However, George's parents revealed that the last time they saw their son was the evening before he was found. There was an eight hour span of time where George had to be dead, and yet his body suggested he had been dead longer.
His parents were suspected, but it was found that others had seen George in this time. His friends confirmed that he spent time with them after school the day before he was found, and they admitted that there was nothing wrong with him. His teachers also had records of him being in class, and the security cameras at the Food Lion he worked part time showed that he had been there during the three days he was dead. Ryan knew the body was George's. His parents said he had a scar from spinal surgery, and it matched the records of the surgeon who operated on him. Somehow, George was alive and dead at the same time. The police were baffled.
It only got worse. As police were analyzing evidence found in the alley and on George, reports of another killing came in. On April 18th, five days after George was killed, twenty-seven year old fitness instructor Margaret Patterson was found stabbed to death in Oswald Park. The woman had been attacked while jogging and was stabbed multiple times. The wounds were similar to that of George's, but the weapon had yet to be identified. As Ryan and Laura studied Margaret's body, they began to realize that her death was similar to George's, simply because the timing made no sense.
Margaret was spotted in the park by many patrons, gardeners, and some of the employees at the snack bar. No one was sure where she was killed, but they knew she had to die somewhere in the park. Due to some illicit activities in the park, police set up surveillance at the park entrances, and Margaret was shown to enter the park at 1 p.m that day. Her body was discovered at 7 p.m. In the six hour time frame, Margaret had to have been killed inside the park.
What made Margaret's death peculiar was the location of her body. Her body was placed under a park bench. Because it is Spring, daylight hours are longer, so someone would have had to see her body get placed under the bench. Impressions on her skin suggested she was lying there for at least three hours. Even stranger, she had been under the bench for all that time, yet dozens of people sat on the bench during the day, and yet no one noticed her. The bench was leveled with the field behind it, so anyone there should have seen a body beneath the bench. Also, because Margaret died in that time frame, she did not have time to have the blood drained from her like George. Her body was stuffed under the bench on its side, so blood should have leaked out from under the bench, which would have made it easier to find her. Strangely, there was no blood under the bench.
Ryan and Laura found that they had more time to work on the case, as the killer did not strike for another two weeks. In that interval, they discovered that the weapon had to be a wakizashi, a small blade found in Japan. None of the pawn shops in town reported having wakizashis, and no one in town reported purchasing one over the Internet. When the next murder was reported, Ryan and Laura found themselves on a completely different track.
Forty-six year old store clerk Jeremy Horner was the next to die. However, Jeremy's was particular because there was a witness, his nine year old niece Cheryl Skinner. On May 1st, Jeremy and Cheryl were walking through a suburban area. As they reached a corner, Cheryl stopped to tie her shoe. Jeremy walked to the corner before he realized that Cheryl stopped. At that moment, a shot was fired, and a bullet passed through Jeremy's head, killing him. Cheryl ran over to her uncle's body, crying and shouting. She turned in the direction the shot came from, and found nothing.
The shot had to come from the street on the other edge of the corner, yet no one was there. Cheryl should have been able to see someone run away if they were on the street. The killer couldn't hop over the fence on the corner because it was too high. There weren't any cars on the street that time of day, so the killer couldn't have hidden from Cheryl. Jeremy was practically shot by a ghost.
With that, there were three dead citizens, and absolutely nothing to help figure out who was responsible for the deaths. The type of gun used to kill Jeremy had yet to be identified, so the police were at a standstill. They were hoping to find the killer before another citizen died. A curfew was in order, but Ryan found that ridiculous, since Margaret and Jeremy were killed in the daytime. Still, it calmed things down, so Ryan hoped that things were getting better.
The kettle sang and Ryan poured the hot water into his mug. He began to dab the tea bag when the phone began to ring.
Who could be calling at this hour? thought Ryan.
He walked over to the cordless phone and looked at the caller I.D. It said Laura, so Ryan figured that Laura stumbled upon something, or that there might be something worse going on. He picked the phone up and pressed the green button as he held it to his ear.
Hey Ryan, it's Laura. I am on my way to your house. You need to be in the front yard as soon as I get there.
Why? What's going on? Was there another victim?
Yes, there has.
Who is it?
Laura was silent. Ryan bit his lip.
Laura, who died?
Ryan was silent. His heart ceased for that moment. He then struggled to say the next few words.
Yes. Arthur was the first responder and identified her. I was able to confirm it as well. Lindsay is dead.
That can't be possible. I just saw her fifteen minutes ago.
Ryan, the coroner's early report puts Lindsay at being dead for about ten days. Are you certain you saw her fifteen minutes ago?
Yeah, she was going upstairs to get ready for bed.
Look Ryan, Laura said sternly, you and Bridget are not safe. Get out of the house now. The killer might be there, and you two are not safe. I am about three minutes away. If you are not out in three minutes, I will call for backup.
Ryan immediately hung the phone up. He grabbed a key out of his pocket as he rushed to his office. Unlocking the top drawer of his desk, he pulled a revolver out. Checking to see if it was loaded, he hurried upstairs. He checked the hallway before he made his way down. He knew that Bridget was his priority, and he had to be careful. He crept up the stairs and made his way down the hall to Bridget's room.
He pushed the door open and walked in. The six year old girl sat up immediately. Ryan was glad that she was a light sleeper.
Hi honey, we need to go. Come on, Ryan said as he pulled the young girl out of her bed.
What's going on? Bridget said, rubbing her eyes.
We're not safe he. Miss Laura is coming to take us to safety.
He grabbed Bridget's small hand and pulled her into the hallway.
Where's Mom? she asked.
Mom is... not coming. Ryan said before stopping.
Ryan and Bridget ran downstairs, Ryan holding the revolver up. He opened the front door and ran out into the yard. Laura arrived a few minutes later, the sirens blaring in the quiet evening. Ryan opened the back door and put Bridget inside. He rushed in and buckled her up as Laura drove the two to the police station.
At the station, Ryan learned the details of what happened to his wife. Lindsay had been dead for at least ten days. Her body was beginning to bloat and decompose, there were more maggots on her than George. They realized it was her due to the tattoo of a butterfly on her shoulder, which most of the police force recognized when Lindsay wore a backless dress to a Christmas Party one year. Lindsay had been stabbed to death, but there was only one wound on her body, right on her heart. The murder weapon had yet to be identified, but the wakizashi was suspected.
When questioned, Ryan affirmed that he saw Lindsay during the ten days she had been dead. Bridget was also certain she saw her mother in the time she was supposed to be dead. Lindsay's coworkers at the hospital and her boss also admitted to seeing her in that time, and nothing was suspicious about her in the time. Even police officers like Laura saw her in the time frame, so no one had any idea how Lindsay could be dead during those days. Nobody could figure out how a woman could be alive and active during a time where she should have been dead.
There is simply no explanation.
And that's the story. There are no additional parts, it's a one-shot. So, what did you think? What did you think happened? Let me hear/have it.