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Detectives Ander Locke and Christion Parker arrived at the scene just hours after the crime took place. 26 years before was their only other murder case in this particular park. The modus operandi were drastically different, however there was one eerily common link between both victims. Both Aiden "Singer" Saenger and William "Mist" Bailing were on a drug run for Anges de l'Enfer when "disposed" of proffessionally.
"Remember the first case here?" asked Locke.
"How could I forget?" replied Parker.
"Good point." said Locke.
Locke and Parker now looked down at the decapitated Williams Bailing, just like they did when Aiden Saenger was downed by a single, clean bullet to the head.
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The next day Ander Locke is sitting in the confessional at the Holy Hands of God church.
"Father Heilig?" Locke said.
"Yes my son, what is it that you need?" Jessu replied.
"Yesterday I was assigned to a murder case, you know, the one in War Memorial Park. The victim was decapitated, the blood everywhere. I can't make heads-or-tails of it. The perp used an unconventional weapon, when in a similar murder case, which has gone cold, in the same park the perp used a sniper rifle."
"Hmm..." that was all Jessu could think of, he'd been the assassin that had cut down Mist, the man from his dreams, in the park Locke had just mentioned. "And how does this make you feel my child?"
"Stop calling me 'son' and 'child', I'm older than your father. And I'm just really confused, is it the same person? or is it two random coincidences?"
"Nothing is a coincidence, the question is what is God trying to get you to figure out? What kind of sign is he sending?"
"I... I really don't know."
"Say twenty hail Mary's and pray that the Lord will help you find the meaning to these actions you are investigating."
"Yes Father Heilig."
"The Holy Father, our Lord God, loves you Ander and will do anything to help you find your path."
"Thank you Father."
"Now, is there anything else, my son?"
Locke sighs, agitated by the son remark, "No Father, I will be on my way."
"Very well, have a good day."
"Thank you."
As Locke left the confessional he felt as if he had gone nowhere with the case at the same time as he stumbled on something very important to the case. Now what could I be?
 6 gun quota · Sat Jul 17, 2010 @ 03:09am · 2 Comments |
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