Chapter Eight: Vic1





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“How could she get away?” Brian hissed, banging an angry fist onto the table,
Faith wandered around behind him, gently placing one hand and her head on his shoulder.
“She jumped through a pane of glass from the first floor, that wasn’t something we expected”
“She also tried to bury two people alive, she isn’t exactly sane” Brian retorted, “Surely from hospital records you know where she is”
“We found an address unfortunately it was fake”
“How’d she get the damn job there anyway?” Brian snapped
“As of yet we’re unsure, the recommendation came from someone on the top, we as of yet haven’t been able to raise her, we’re sending officers there now, perhaps she may know something”
“I want protection for Faith, this close to labor she doesn’t need anything scaring her”
“Brian the police do have other matters on their hands”
Brian turned around to Faith for the first time. As she looked closer she could see tears forming in his eyes.
“I nearly lost you once Faith, whatever it takes, I will not let that happen again”
“Mr. & Mrs. Littrell, we will have 24 hour protection set up immediately for the both of you”

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Carla Henderson’s House, Head of Maternity Ward – St Johns Private Hospital

Not a single light shone from the large white stucco house that sat perched at the end of the small, gated community. Two uniformed officers pulled alongside the curb.

“Nice house’ one chuckled
“I should have gone into nursing” the other remarked as they stepped from the police car, slamming the doors unwittingly behind them.

A dog barked in the distant and a few scattered lights glowed in the other houses. A small concrete path with hidden side lamps led up to the front door. One officer reached for the oversized door knocker that was in the shape of a lions head. The other slapped his partners hand back and gently applied his finger to the doorbell. A crisp bell rang out through the house, but no reply came. They tried a second time and a third, but as the first time, no response.

Mike, the tall brunette officer shrugged, but Garry, the slender blond persisted. Mike reached for the doorknob. As his hand touched the cold brass he noted it was moist and almost sticky. He removed the flashlight from his belt and shone it onto his hand.

“Garry, we got blood” he said simply
They unholstered their Glocks, the police standard issue. With flashlight in one hand, gun in the other Mike counted a silent three then kicked the door open. They spread like so many training operations had taught them. Flashlight beams danced across the tiled floor. Garry noticed it first, his mouth coiled and he coughed deeply.

“For god sakes, that smell” he muttered
As he stepped forward a pool of congealed blood appeared in the vision of the flashlight. To the side were two bloody tracks leading into the lounge. Garry turned to Mike, who nodded him on. The two walked quickly but silently around the blood, into the lounge.

“Shit” Garry cursed as his beam fell on the disembodied head of a middle aged African American.
“Two officers at homicide, requesting assistance” Mike spoke clearly into his hand held

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“It’s her alright, fits the description perfectly” John, the Forensic Pathologist at the scene determined with chilling calmness to the baby faced officer in charge, Kelvin Frost.
“You’re sure?”
“Female, 43 years of age, African American, around 6 foot tall with dark black hair. Yes Kelvin I'm sure”
“Cause?”
“Obviously decapitation, but there’s a few marks on the scalp so I think she was probably unconscious when she died, I would say dragged into this room, bleeding from a head wound then, well, decapitated, any luck finding the rest of her?”
“Not yet” Frost replied quickly, “What about time period?”
“Well you’re nose smelt it, this isn’t new Kelvin, I would guess by the state of the blood and what we have of her body, 3 days, maybe 4”
“Thanks John”
“No prob”
“One more thing?”
“Mmm?”
“Could this be done by a women?”
“Anyone can commit a crime where the victim is unconscious. She was tall and according to records weight close to 140lbs, but it’s been done before”
Frost nodded to himself as he walked away, he was dealing with a psychopath.

“Sir, we found the body” a voice called out to Frost
“Where?” Frost questioned, more quickly then he intended.
“In her car, Green Cherokee, 1998 model. In the garage, strapped in seatbelt and all”
Frost rubbed the side of his face.
“And Sir?” the young officer spoke up
“Mm?”
"There’s something I think you really should see,” he paused, “She’s covered in leaves, Oak to be exact sir”
“What the fuck?” Frost hissed, dropping the baby faced image for a split second.
“Show the way officer” he announced hurriedly.



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