I was in a deep sleep dreaming about my self as one of those 1930’s detectives with my trench coat you know very Clarke Gabel. I was on the tail of this hot little number she was red head with a heart of gold and a tongue faster than a 45. Miss Kathleen Jones this little vixen was in her jag on the way to the docks. Than the phone rang it was my partner Ryan Kendal he was calling from the Van Meyer estate. He didn't say too much only that I needed to head over to the Van Ryan estate with a quickness.
I arrived on the scene fifth teen minutes later just second’s before the news media namely our own local star Ms. Lizzie Lancaster. She was a semi welcome throne in my side, with her black Nine West pumps leading, to her very nice legs than to her sexy little black Gucci suit. The first time that we meet I couldn’t help but think to myself that this would be the perfect woman, if only she didn’t speak.
“Detectives Parker could you tell me what’s going on here?”
“Well I can honestly tell you that I don't know I haven't even stepped into the house yet.”
I answered as I crossed that all to familure police tape, past the humongous sphere tipped iron gates of the 8 arch estate, I was reminded of all the news's broadcast that had been done from the same spot that she was standing. You see several years ago the Van Meyers son David was kidnapped from out side the home by a ex con working on a cleaning crew for the Van Meyers that was fixing some water damage from a bad storm. It was huge the nation couldn’t get enough of it.
I entered the house though two enormous crimson red doors. I was than greeted by detective Ryan Kendal who’d been my partner for over a year. He was a good guy family guy Kendal was very um what’s the word? Boring. He handed me a hot cup of coffee as he summarized the scene. At 5:30 a.m. the head housekeeper went to the new girls room to see why she was late with reporting to her station. She walked in and found two dead bodies called the cops.
As we rounded the corner I paused and asked Kendal
“How bad is it?”
“Pretty bad. Did you have breakfast this morning?” He questioned me.
“No.’ I replied
I’ve been on some pretty bad scenes before seen gun shot wounds up close but this was just pure butchery. It was gruesome not just for the fact that it looked awful but because you knew somebody had to have taken time on this. At lest with a gun you have the quick cleanness, a split second and it’s done. I guess what that’s what turned my stomach. Was the pure fact that some body had to have taken time with this had to have taken a fellow human being and turned them into a veal cutlet.
There were two bodies lying on white cotton sheets or what once were white now a gory red mess. The one Vic a male, athletic build and black hair couldn't tell anything else some body had went to work on this guy.
Than there was the woman, long black hair, nice shape, great tit’s and from the looks of it who ever did this had just slit her throat and left her there to just bleed out. I thought to myself what a waste.
“So do we have a time of death?” I questioned.
“Yeah the cook has the room next door. He say’s he’s sure he heard somebody come in the room at around 3 a.m. and than at around 4:30 he heard what sounded like muffled scream’s...” Kendal continued on
“So did he check to see what was going on?” I wondered
“Well from the sound of it hearing moaning or screaming heard coming from this room wasn't a shock.” Kendal answered standing there over the bodies note pad in hand.
Than I realized that the male looked a lot like a picture I’d seen of James Van Meyer were he was trying to get new child safety legislature passed, Than I saw that the Vic was missing 3 of the fingers on his left hand.
“Hold up does any one else see what I see?” I announced to the room.
“And what would that be?” A voice from behind me uttered from behind me.
The voice came a thin, nearly bald, middle aged man to whom I would later refer to as “pain in my ass.”
“Who are you? And what the hell are you standing in my crime scene?” I asked in a demanding tone.
I’m J. Allan Burello the Van Meyer family Attorney and I’m here on behalf of my client.” The pompous ass standing there in his fancy tailored suit, shiny shoes and slicked back black hair.
“Well I assure you that neither you nor your client has any thing to worry about.” I I said in an overly nice tone to just get this creep the hell away from me.
“I’m glad that you think two dead bodies in your home are nothing to worry about. Never the less I’d just love to hear what exactly it is that you see detective.”