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Authors: Thomas Amo
Tags: Fiction, Occult & Supernatural
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describe the Coke bottle that had been firmly placed deep inside the girl.
"Prop?" quizzed Kirkland.
"Close enough."
Taking in a long deep breath he sighed. "We've got to get some lights back on in here Tom."
"Just do your best."
Looking closer than he cared, Kirkland's beam of light caught what appeared to be something written just above the bottle.
"Wait, I got something here. It looks like writing on her pubic area."
James moved closer. "Writing like on Amanda Carlyle?"
"Yep, she's got a tattoo also. It says Never Fink Mia— You think that's her name? Mia."
James thought hard on the wording. "Whether it is or isn't Mike, one thing is clear for certain. She's not supposed to tell who did this."
"Well I think killing her took care of that."
James sat down heavily in the chair at the foot of the bed. He ran his hands through this thick salt and pepper hair. "We've got a serial killer, Mike."
"That means this is beginning Tom."
Grantham called to them from the hallway, "Inspector?"
Both Kirkland and James looked up at one another having completely forgotten all about him.
"Yes?"
"Is there another dead body in there?"
"Fraid so," called James.
"Now what do we do?" asked Grantham.
"Mr. Grantham, it's okay you can come inside," said Kirkland.
"I'd rather not. I think I'll just hang out with the Hazmat guys if you don't mind."
James looked at Kirkland. They both smirked at Grantham's cowardly behavior. James gave a nod of his head telling Kirkland to sort it out for him. Kirkland handed James his flashlight and replaced his gun as he returned to join Grantham, Jake and Steve in the hallway.
"Looks like we are going to be here for a long time guys. Any chance you can give us some clearance, Steve, so we can get our CSI's up here?"
Waving his RAE around the hallway, Steve took in a deep breath. "As far as I can tell Mike, there's nothing poisonous in the air. I think you guys are good to go. Jake and I are going to go back downstairs and consult with our backup team. There has to be some kind of answer to all of this."
Kirkland agreed as he watched the two men slowly descend the stairs and then looked at Grantham and could see the thoughts bouncing about inside Grantham's mind. He could also see Richard Grantham wanted to ask the unthinkable question.
"What is it?"
"The body. Is it a woman?"
"Yes it is."
"Is it like it was in 1921?" Grantham asked with a hollow tone.
"It's worse."
Kirkland watched the hotel manager's eyes fill with fear. A fear that made him question, maybe he knew more than he was letting on.
"Richard, is there something you want to tell me? Maybe something more about Mr. Skylar?"
"No, Mr. Skylar, he's the best employee I've ever had. As I told you earlier, I never had any trouble with him. He's always courteous and kind to everyone."
"Would it be out of place for a young girl to be found in his room?" asked Kirkland.
Grantham blushed and hesitated. He gave a look to Kirkland as if he was telling tales out of school.
"Frankly, Detective Kirkland, no it's not out of place for Mr. Skylar to have a young woman come round. We always found it quite interesting that very attractive—and I do mean very attractive women—would be seen coming to the hotel to see him."
"Escorts?"
"Not on his salary. Look, I run a high-class hotel detective. I know the difference between escorts and prostitutes. None of the women coming here were either of those."
"So why do you find it interesting?" asked Kirkland.
"Come on the guy is old. It's just kinda funny to think at his age he's still getting his freak on. And I might add, he's doing it with the kind of women most of us never get a chance with. Gotta love that Viagra I guess"
Kirkland was really beginning to like Grantham. "So Richard, how many different girls do you think you've seen him with?"
"I don't know, maybe three or four."
"Does he see them more than once?"
Grantham began to squirm a bit. "I suppose so. I
"Prop?" quizzed Kirkland.
"Close enough."
Taking in a long deep breath he sighed. "We've got to get some lights back on in here Tom."
"Just do your best."
Looking closer than he cared, Kirkland's beam of light caught what appeared to be something written just above the bottle.
"Wait, I got something here. It looks like writing on her pubic area."
James moved closer. "Writing like on Amanda Carlyle?"
"Yep, she's got a tattoo also. It says Never Fink Mia— You think that's her name? Mia."
James thought hard on the wording. "Whether it is or isn't Mike, one thing is clear for certain. She's not supposed to tell who did this."
"Well I think killing her took care of that."
James sat down heavily in the chair at the foot of the bed. He ran his hands through this thick salt and pepper hair. "We've got a serial killer, Mike."
"That means this is beginning Tom."
Grantham called to them from the hallway, "Inspector?"
Both Kirkland and James looked up at one another having completely forgotten all about him.
"Yes?"
"Is there another dead body in there?"
"Fraid so," called James.
"Now what do we do?" asked Grantham.
"Mr. Grantham, it's okay you can come inside," said Kirkland.
"I'd rather not. I think I'll just hang out with the Hazmat guys if you don't mind."
James looked at Kirkland. They both smirked at Grantham's cowardly behavior. James gave a nod of his head telling Kirkland to sort it out for him. Kirkland handed James his flashlight and replaced his gun as he returned to join Grantham, Jake and Steve in the hallway.
"Looks like we are going to be here for a long time guys. Any chance you can give us some clearance, Steve, so we can get our CSI's up here?"
Waving his RAE around the hallway, Steve took in a deep breath. "As far as I can tell Mike, there's nothing poisonous in the air. I think you guys are good to go. Jake and I are going to go back downstairs and consult with our backup team. There has to be some kind of answer to all of this."
Kirkland agreed as he watched the two men slowly descend the stairs and then looked at Grantham and could see the thoughts bouncing about inside Grantham's mind. He could also see Richard Grantham wanted to ask the unthinkable question.
"What is it?"
"The body. Is it a woman?"
"Yes it is."
"Is it like it was in 1921?" Grantham asked with a hollow tone.
"It's worse."
Kirkland watched the hotel manager's eyes fill with fear. A fear that made him question, maybe he knew more than he was letting on.
"Richard, is there something you want to tell me? Maybe something more about Mr. Skylar?"
"No, Mr. Skylar, he's the best employee I've ever had. As I told you earlier, I never had any trouble with him. He's always courteous and kind to everyone."
"Would it be out of place for a young girl to be found in his room?" asked Kirkland.
Grantham blushed and hesitated. He gave a look to Kirkland as if he was telling tales out of school.
"Frankly, Detective Kirkland, no it's not out of place for Mr. Skylar to have a young woman come round. We always found it quite interesting that very attractive—and I do mean very attractive women—would be seen coming to the hotel to see him."
"Escorts?"
"Not on his salary. Look, I run a high-class hotel detective. I know the difference between escorts and prostitutes. None of the women coming here were either of those."
"So why do you find it interesting?" asked Kirkland.
"Come on the guy is old. It's just kinda funny to think at his age he's still getting his freak on. And I might add, he's doing it with the kind of women most of us never get a chance with. Gotta love that Viagra I guess"
Kirkland was really beginning to like Grantham. "So Richard, how many different girls do you think you've seen him with?"
"I don't know, maybe three or four."
"Does he see them more than once?"
Grantham began to squirm a bit. "I suppose so. I
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