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chapter 4:The Next Day
At the police station detectives Toron and Corben are going over the coroners report with Dr.Var. Toron is slowly drinking his coffee while Corben scans the document.
"It say here that there was almost no blood in the body." pointing at the document. Toron pauses "But, there was no blood in the town house. Which means that..." Corben and Var finish "She was killed else where." The two detectives sigh. Toron is the first to speak "Maybe someone was attempting to make this look like a cult killing of some sort and just didn't have enough time to set up any trappings. But that would leave on to question why they left her in the townhouse." Corben scratches his a head a bit before adding to the discussion. "You don't think that this might have been meant as a message to the Lenvel family do you? A throat of some sort or maybe retaliation. They have been working hard to help clean this city up." Corben flips threw several papers "Though I'm not certain why any syndicate would bother them over a few half way houses and rehab clinics." Toron Looks up from a file "Neither do I. There are a few individuals who were less then supportive of the proposed union I'm certain. We should look into the possibility that it was done to stop the wedding." Corben nods in agreement "We could check into that direction, eventually. It's not like we have a lot to go on right now."
Var closes the report. "What is even stranger is that whoever did it broke in last night and removed the body."
"They removed the body." Carbon looks aghast at the very notion. "Why would they want the body?" Var shakes her head and counters "Here's a better question for you" Var sets on top of the desk. "if they wanted the body then why did they leave it at the town house" Toron looks at Var "Maybe they realized that they had accidentally left evidence on the corpse that they didn't wan us to find even though they wanted the body found for what ever reason they had." He sighs and looks at Var. "We haven't got any idea why they left the body. Hell, we don't even know why she was killed"
Carbon glares at Toron."We don't have any idea as to the reasoning behind this. For all we know were dealing with a psychopath. We should go threw records to see if there are any similar crimes that may or may not have been solved. This might not be the first time this crime has been committed"
"I think that's a good idea" Var closes the file "I think that I'll go threw my files as well." she looks across the room to the table by the back wall that contains a coffee pot and a few boxes. Smiling at Carbon as sweetly as she can she asks "Would you mind getting me a danish?" Carbon shrugs and gets one from the box that is on top.
"Who ever placed the body in the town house had to have been strong" Toron sets his coffee down and continues "because there wasn't any indication that the body was actually dragged into the town house. It could have been two people though." He gets up and walks over to a small table in order to get a donut.
"Well they did a good job covering up there tracks "Toron looks at Var as she continues. "No foot prints except for the victims." Carbon looks at her puzzled "The victims? Where did they come from if she wasn't actually killed at the house?"
Toron walks over to the coffee pot and pours himself a cup as he continues the line of reasoning. "They probably picked her up at the house, which could indicate that she knew at lest one of the people involved"
Var grimaces as as she comment sarcastically "Maybe we should look on the bright side"
"What bright side Var? Its not like your the one who has to go all over town looking for a possible suspects" Carbon comments.
Var smiles. "Like I said the bright side." She tosses her hair over her shoulder. "After all, you wouldn't want anything to happen to little old me 'cause then who would brighten up your day?"
Dispute the somber topic of the day Var's light humor brings a slight smile to Corbon's face as he gently responds "Toron's day not mine" Toron looks a tad flustered as he clears his throat "Well, now, non of that. Before we go to far with any particular approach I do have a contact in one of the local 'suspect' churches located her in town who may have heard a rumor or two that could possible help out. I would like to speak with him first." Carbon looks at Toron and asks quickly "Why?" Toron shrugs and responds "We have no real leads. No real answer's to point us into any direction. Information sometimes has a way of circulating in the dark among the questionable in circumstances were it stagnates in the light." He takes a drink of his coffee before continuing. "Then the first official path of investigation we should follow up on should be interviews with her neabers. They might have the names of friends and possibly even enemies of the victims. After all, no one actually seemed to have been around on Stains. Were her body showed up." Carbon nods "We should go back there as well, maybe some of the neabers who were absent have returned. They might have seen something."
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In a broken down building by the bay Doric Funt is showing an apartment to a small middle aged man.
"So, ya say yer new ta these parts?"The man glowers at him.
"This place will do just fine. I do not want to be disturbed, is that understood?" Doric Funt shrugs "I wont bother you. I don't care what ya do in here so long as it causes me no trouble and ya pay yer rent on time." Doric leaves.
The slender man examines the room better. Thinking out loud "I do believe that this will make the perfect base for my work. " a rat runs across the room and stops in the middle of the floor. "Even if it is a less then desirable residence it is still fairly centrally located in what I have come to reason to be ideal hunting grounds." The slander man speaks quietly to him self "High crime, high poverty, there are addicts and more slinking aimlessly in the street. Most murders around here go unnoticed or unsolved. An endued leach could easily feed for centuries unnoticed." He bends over to stuff a bit of steal wool into a hole in the wall "Now I must figure out how I shall mange to notice."
In the south end of town at the headquarters of The followers of baal, a small peaceful group who's purpose is to awaken the old one from his slumber and has yet to be traced to any actual crimes, Toron and Carbon walk up to the door.
"I don't see why we are starting with this group they have always been rather reclusive. What makes you think that they would know anything about the crime, or even that such a crime has occurred."
"Trust me Carbon, I know one of the people here. They have spies in just about every other group out there. If a cult actually committed the crime they probably know everything there is to know about it. Shoot, they portly know a considerable amount about it if it was committed by organized crime. In fact, the unusual nature of the death would portly elicit a great sense of curiosity with these people. Even if they don't know anything right now hearing about could get their feet moving in the direction of finding out and any one who might be willingly to find information for us is worth contacting." Toron raps on the door and a man in black robes answers. "What do you want. This isn't a charity." Toron stands politely and calmly says "I'm looking for a fellow who calls himself the Dark Knight." The voice from the other side propel and with out thing responds "Nobody here by that callin' so you can just go away"
Toron with out the slightist sign of irritation patiently states "Well then you can not tell him that Toron is here to talk with him." The man disappears behind the door only to reappear five minutes later. To open the door for the detectives. A short, bald and very surly man snarls at them "all right you just as well come in for a few minutes but you weren't here and you saw no one while you were."
"Of course, this place doesn't really exist after all." Toron says smiling. a few minutes later a small man walks up to the detectives. He has a rather mousy appearance and a rather low voice. "Toron, long time no see. What brings you around these parts?" He seems to almost whisper. Toron looks at the man and calmly replies. "Well Daniel, there was a rather bizarre murder yesterday. A young woman named Colera Jensen. She was engaged to Johan Lenvel."
The man amperes to be genuinely surprised as he replays more laudably "Lenvel? Millions above your stature Lenvel? Own more property then the church Lenvel? Who was she? Some european princess?" Toron raises his eyebrows a bit as he tells his aquantince "Well even thou Miss. Lenvel has been known to be a bit snobbish and her late husband definitely looked down his nose at most people Johan it seems was nothing of the sort" Having regained his composer the dark man responds "Oh? Is that so? What leads you to think that?" Carbon interrupts with "Colera was from the striate." but Daniel doesn't pay attention. Danial continues the discussion ignoring that he had ever asked the question or that it had been answered.
"Just what was so bizarre about this particular death?"Toron sits down."In spit of there being no apparent injures or any blood at the scene or on the body there wasn't any in the body ether."
"Sounds like a vampire." Toron leans forward "I'm serious." Danial shrugs "So was I, there have been some definite signs of vampire activity in town lately. You don't have to believe in it." Danial gets up and walks out of the room"You wanted my opinion so I told you."
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3:00, he gets out of bed and heads towards the bathroom stepping over several bottles that had contained varying alcoholic beverages yesterday. Mostly beer with tequila and vodka mixed in. He couldn't remember what he chased with what and now his head hurt.
He started drinking yesterday afternoon after the police station called to inform him that his fiancee had been killed and stopped about the time he had passed out. His way of deifying the truth as thou if he got drunk enough she wouldn't be dead. If he got drunk enough she would walk into his room and take the bottle from him and every thing would be all right
She would have looked spectacular in her gown, the gown that was designed for her. The gown she will be barred in. then he will never see her again.
He turns from the mirror. Forgetting the aspirin, what he really needs is another drink. To forget the she is dead. Forget that he will never see her smiling, laughing eyes. Forget that the only place anyone will ever see her long black hair is in one of his paintings of her. Paintings that fail to capture the true extent of her light.
His mother was probably frantic about his not being at the church to help explain things to the guests. That must have been chaotic.
Little comfort is to be found in the fact that she will be barreled within the family plot. In the fact that she will have a glorious stone befitting her beauty. A coffin lined in velvet and lace that she would have loved had she been alive to choose it.
He passes the answering machine, its light flashing at him obnoxiously. People leaving the condolences no doubt. He had shut the phone off last night so that he would not have to hear it and talk to anyone. How could they possibly ever understand? The didn't know her. He picks up a bottle that's sitting on his night stand. Empty, he checks several others before going out.
He finds a bar and sitting down continues to hide within a bottle. Waiting for a particular someone to come and drag him out. A someone who he knows cant come which is why he hides. If only she could come, then non off this would mater. None of it would be necessary. He would have everything again.