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trust, “and it would be my pleasure to help bring some closure to this.”
She nodded and led me back to the dance club. Unlocking the door, we walked in and found a table to sit at. I let her take a minute or two to compose herself. “As you know, it happened a week ago, right out back in the alley leading to the next street over.”
“What was Emily doing out there?”
“We were closing and so she took the extra ice out to dump into the street. After about twenty minutes, one of the guys got worried and went out to check on her. What he described was awful.”
I’ll save you the details. Needless to say that most of Emily’s body had been ripped apart or torn, obvious that someone had tortured her before she died.
“This sounds crazy, but I think she was eaten.”
I already knew this information, but I wanted to know how she figured. “That’s quite a thought. If you don’t mind me asking, how did you get to that conclusion?”
“The last inspector blew me off because of my appearance and my age. Said I didn’t know shit, but I do. Rumors lately have surfaced about a werewolf in the streets. I think he attacked all the girls who died.”
I guess I didn’t give her the reaction she expected. “You believe me, don’t you?”
“I’ve heard stranger things in my line of work. I’m not ready to jump to a supernatural explanation, not without proof anyway.”
She actually smiled, “Thank you for not blowing me off Inspector…”
“Oh right, Victor Inglewood. What’s your name as well?”
“Marissa Crosby, but everyone just calls me Rissa.”
“Very good Rissa, I do appreciate your information. Now, why don’t you stay here while I go inspect the scene.”
She got up, “No, I can go with you. I can tell you where everything was.”
“Listen,” I tried to keep my tone sympathetic, “while that would be a huge help, I can’t put you into that sorta position, emotionally I mean.”
“I need to do this, to help you and for myself.”
The hard edge on her face told me I wouldn’t win this argument. I silently wondered if this was a long lost relative of the Swansea clan. “Alright, but if I think it’s becoming too much, I send you back. Understand?”
She gave me a mock salute. “You’re the man Mr. Inglewood.”
“Mr. Inglewood was my dad. You can just call me Vic, everyone else does.”
With a smile on her face, she grabbed my hand and we walked passed the bar and out the back door. Eerily similar to the last crime scene, we exited to an alley. Again, this scene wasn’t as fresh as the third one, but it offered up a bunch of clues. I took my phone out to get some pictures.
“Behind the trash was where Tommy discovered the body. The street still has the marks on it.”
I walked around and sure enough, red tinged the pavement. It looks like there was a bit of a struggle this time. The distinct markings of a werewolf’s claws raked the wall beside the spot where the victim had died. I took a few more pictures.
“Rissa, I know this might be tough, but was there anything else you remember seeing or even smelling that seemed off?”
She pointed to a spot across the way, another sewer exit. “Stuck there was what looked like red fur? The police dismissed it as a stray cat or something but I thought it was weird.”
Bingo! “Why did you think it was weird?”
“I have two cats, I know what their hair looks like and this was long, like it’d come off a large dog or something.”
“Do you know where the fur is now?”
She shook her head. “No I don’t. The other weird thing was two nights after, we came back here to give Emily a little memorial and there were two or three teenagers hanging around. You ever see that movie Children of the Corn?”
“I’ve heard of it.”
“They were some freaky kids, like I swear their eyes were glowing red at first. Maybe it was just a trick of the lights, but
She nodded and led me back to the dance club. Unlocking the door, we walked in and found a table to sit at. I let her take a minute or two to compose herself. “As you know, it happened a week ago, right out back in the alley leading to the next street over.”
“What was Emily doing out there?”
“We were closing and so she took the extra ice out to dump into the street. After about twenty minutes, one of the guys got worried and went out to check on her. What he described was awful.”
I’ll save you the details. Needless to say that most of Emily’s body had been ripped apart or torn, obvious that someone had tortured her before she died.
“This sounds crazy, but I think she was eaten.”
I already knew this information, but I wanted to know how she figured. “That’s quite a thought. If you don’t mind me asking, how did you get to that conclusion?”
“The last inspector blew me off because of my appearance and my age. Said I didn’t know shit, but I do. Rumors lately have surfaced about a werewolf in the streets. I think he attacked all the girls who died.”
I guess I didn’t give her the reaction she expected. “You believe me, don’t you?”
“I’ve heard stranger things in my line of work. I’m not ready to jump to a supernatural explanation, not without proof anyway.”
She actually smiled, “Thank you for not blowing me off Inspector…”
“Oh right, Victor Inglewood. What’s your name as well?”
“Marissa Crosby, but everyone just calls me Rissa.”
“Very good Rissa, I do appreciate your information. Now, why don’t you stay here while I go inspect the scene.”
She got up, “No, I can go with you. I can tell you where everything was.”
“Listen,” I tried to keep my tone sympathetic, “while that would be a huge help, I can’t put you into that sorta position, emotionally I mean.”
“I need to do this, to help you and for myself.”
The hard edge on her face told me I wouldn’t win this argument. I silently wondered if this was a long lost relative of the Swansea clan. “Alright, but if I think it’s becoming too much, I send you back. Understand?”
She gave me a mock salute. “You’re the man Mr. Inglewood.”
“Mr. Inglewood was my dad. You can just call me Vic, everyone else does.”
With a smile on her face, she grabbed my hand and we walked passed the bar and out the back door. Eerily similar to the last crime scene, we exited to an alley. Again, this scene wasn’t as fresh as the third one, but it offered up a bunch of clues. I took my phone out to get some pictures.
“Behind the trash was where Tommy discovered the body. The street still has the marks on it.”
I walked around and sure enough, red tinged the pavement. It looks like there was a bit of a struggle this time. The distinct markings of a werewolf’s claws raked the wall beside the spot where the victim had died. I took a few more pictures.
“Rissa, I know this might be tough, but was there anything else you remember seeing or even smelling that seemed off?”
She pointed to a spot across the way, another sewer exit. “Stuck there was what looked like red fur? The police dismissed it as a stray cat or something but I thought it was weird.”
Bingo! “Why did you think it was weird?”
“I have two cats, I know what their hair looks like and this was long, like it’d come off a large dog or something.”
“Do you know where the fur is now?”
She shook her head. “No I don’t. The other weird thing was two nights after, we came back here to give Emily a little memorial and there were two or three teenagers hanging around. You ever see that movie Children of the Corn?”
“I’ve heard of it.”
“They were some freaky kids, like I swear their eyes were glowing red at first. Maybe it was just a trick of the lights, but
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