White Pawn
I leaned down on my haunches
and looked at the body. It was a murder case, with the victim there laid on her
back with the chest cut opened. She was found that morning at the alley;
discovered by a passerby and reported in. She was the ninth victim in the last
three months; the same modus operandi.
"Virginia Smith, thirty
three, single and worked in the city as a Marketing Manager, and may had died
in the early hours of the morning. I won't know until I am back at the
Morgue." The coroner, Doctor Brady stood next to me. "With your
approval, I would like to move Ms Smith to the Morgue. She is in need of a
cleanup and the bath before we placed her into the cold room. There won't be
much of her to operate on."
I frowned at the Coroner. I
was called in as this was a serial murder case, but with a difference. This
Ripper removed the major organs and may be selling it at the black market. It
was a lucrative trade, and of late demand had jumped.
I stood up and walked away. I
was not making headway since last week when they reported in the fourth victim.
The only potential lead was the last four victims were all women. There was one
other clue; two of the previous four was known to be seen in the gay outlets. I
recalled the conversation I had with my own superior; my Senior Field Officer.
"You placed me there
because I may be one like them." Marlene Phillips, my Area Supervisor knew
of my flirtation at the gay bars; nothing was hidden from the Internal Bureau.
"We are guessing; and
you could be right one. Your preference of who you go out with stand out."
Marlene looked at me. "Your cover would be perfect."
"My personal life is my
own." I told her. “More to it, they are not my preference. I was on
assignment then.”
“Which you had completed the
assignment sometime back, but you continued your liaison with them.” Marlene
replied. “You been tagged visiting these establishments~”
“I had already said it. It
was my personal life.” I hit back.
"Read your terms of
employment. We owned the right to know of your life." Marlene replied.
“And that cover who you may decide to go to bed with.”
"Fuck you!" I told
my Supervisor before I stormed out.
"I am still
waiting." Marlene shouted back.
One week later, I was in the
City to introduce myself to the local precinct. The Senior Detective assigned
to work with me was then approaching at the latest crime scene. He was a hunky
one, but he had a limp on his left leg as a result of a work related incident.
"Simon, you are
early." I called out when he stood by me. We were looking at the coroner
team who were clearing the body. Simon shuffled on his feet, while they bagged
it. I stood up and held out my right hand for him to shake. His strong right
hand gripped mine, and I matched it for strength.
“Pardon me for being late. I
was with this redhead and twice was never enough." Simon liked to gloat on
his sex life, and gave me a slap on the back while he gyrate his hips like some
porn star. "Anyone you scored on since you came here?"
"Nay, I was busy reading
the files." I replied. That was truth for the office works, but in my own
time, I had checked out the places where my other interest lies. You could say
I was checking out the new boundaries. I did not find anyone of interest, or
maybe my mind was pre-occupied with the murders.
"So we have one less
target to concern over." Simon had the victim' bag and was reading the ID.
He started humming the song by the Brazilian; to all his ex-ladies he had once
loved. He pulled out a business card that interested him. "I know this
place. It’s a B&D outlet with the high patronage of the females. Not that I
go for such places."
It was his ego again, trying
to shield his life from the other indulgence of life. I asked him for the card.
"Fancy a lashing,
huh?" Simon smiled at me. "The best I done was a paddling once, but
heck who needs it when I am the rock hard paddler."
Bloody ego of his puke me at
times. He had come onto me since I stepped into the Precinct, like a pack
leader who measured the new member for the ranking. I heard he was the 'uno
numero' and even the ladies shunned him for fear of being added to his
notebook. I was like the rest, best to keep a distance then being lined up as
his comrade to be shunned on.
I looked at the card; The
Tempest. I must had missed it from the list of the preferential outlets;
recommended like Trip Adviser for places of holidays.
"We ought to check it
out. There must be someone who could have seen her?" I told Simon. He
nudged me back with the smirk on his face.
"The place is
closed." Simon replied. “It’s open after six. Oh! That is my portable.”
Simon picked up the call, and
then told me there was another murder.
“We got a duo today.” Simon
replied. He then excused himself and left the scene.
"Hey, Special Agent, I
think you want this." Doctor Brady passed me receipt. It was for another
entertainment outlet, and the receipt was dated close to midnight. "I
think that would be a real clue."
I smiled while Doctor Brady
continued on.
"I knew Simon. He acts
like a stud, but in actual fact, he spent more time on the internet watching
porn. Don't ever shake his right hand."
I nodded to Simon for the
kind advice while rubbing my right hand palm on my jacket.
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