White Pawn
That place was not on any
Trip Advisory page, but it would do for me. I stepped in and was confronted by
the shout from the bar.
"The place is
close." The person there was a guy tending the polishing of the glasses
behind the bar. He was a large hunky man in his tight sweat shirt and a
bandanna over his head. He also had a thick moustache on his upper lips making
him an aristocratic look of a brawler.
“FBI, I am here to see the
Manager.” I took out my badge to show him.
“Ian Bannion. I owned this
place.” The bartender replied.
“Micheal Darren, Special
Agent.” I introduced myself, while handling over the receipt. “Do you know who
the patron? Perhaps you could check the system~”
“I know her. She is Virginia
Smith. She is our regular.” Ian replied. “She’s here to see her friend, Steven.
I don’t know his full name.”
“Do you know where I can get
in contact with Steven?” I asked back. “Or his friends?”
Ian shook his head. He
explained that he only knew Steven as one of his patron. However, he said
Steven have another friend that also patronized his place.
“Her name is Alice or
something.” Ian reached in and took out a name card. “She left it for me. It
had her number and address. A great lay, but kinky at times.”
I smiled at the guy. It was
out of curiosity I asked him of Sylvia Gates.
“Sylvia? Nope, I don’t know
that name.” The guy shrugged his shoulders. “Listen, if you are cleared of your
questions, I have loads of cleaning to do.”
That was my cue to leave the
place. I thanked him and took myself outside to hail a cab. It was then my
portable rang. It was Simon. He wanted to see me at the Morgue.
“Come in, Micheal. Doctor
Brady had some update for us on Victim No.5.” Simon greeted me there at the
Morgue. I saw the corpse on the metallic table. It was another lady.
“Micheal, meet up with Ruth
Herring.” Simon motioned to me at the lady there. “Ruth Herring; twenty seven,
single and healthy but without her vital organs. She was our duo this morning.”
I stepped up and looked at
the body. I looked at the exposed cavity and noted the incisions made by the
Coroner. It was not a fair sight for one when you had not accustomed to it. I
seen many of it, but still I felt the urge to throw up whenever I am looking at
it.
Doctor Brady stood by my
side, and confirmed my observation.
“I compared her body to the
other victim, Virginia. There was a distinct difference; Ruth had her organs
removed with surgical precision but the cuts on Virginia were cruder. These are
done by two different persons.” Doctor Brady smiled at his effort. “Ruth was
killed by the original organ killer, while the copy cat did this.”
The copy cat was my
conclusion having examined the three of the killings from the nine. The cuts
were made without the precision of a trained professional.
“I would correct myself.
Virginia cuts were more of like a butcher, or a killer. Of the many I had seen,
they are not done surgically. The other two victims were the same as Ruth.”
Doctor Brady supported my observations while he held up the surgical blade in
his hand. “More to it, she was cut while still alive. Or near to death. A painful
way to die.”
“Damn!” Simon cursed out.
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