The Ferrymans Daughter

THE CRIME SCENE

CHAPTER THREE

THE CRIME SCENE

  The tones of red and blue light pulsated upon the sand as the cops car rolled to a stop. The policeman glanced at the dashboard clock which read 5:02 am. Reaching out, he took his hat from the front seat and stepped out of the cruiser, firmly placing it upon his head. With his typical proud stride he walked from his car to the crime scene. It was dark and an eerie silence hung about the desert at they area which his co workers had set up, scurrying about. Bob walked over to meet with his colleagues and he took control of the investigation.

  "Here is what we have Bobs, it’s not pretty." One of the detectives explained as he handed him some papers.

  While he browsed the case file they slowly lead him over to where the gruesome discovery had been found. Flashes from the camera lit up the corpse where it laid. Two of the police stood behind them with their hands over their mouths in disgust as they stood starring at the scene.

  Abruptly a loud howl broke out which echoed around in the canyon. The squad of people looked around, and it became a buzz upon their tongues.

  Off in the distance it lurked, howling and bucking upon the wind. its cold damp black hair was soaked with the bloodstains from the nights catch.

  "The Master of the Mountain will be pleased" Thought the fiend as it ferried the souls back as an offering to its demon who once ruled over Oakwood and its entirety.

  One last smell of human being was enough to lure in the creature for one more opportunity. The creature had not had its fill for the night. A trick and a gamble, the Beast let it ride as he made his way closer to the group. It laid among the cacti sniffing the different scents that wafted in its direction. Drool poured forth from its gaping mouth as the massive pains of hunger were preying upon its mind. Nothing seemed to satisfy the Beasts thirst for blood. It seemed it had run out of time as the sun was about to rise.

  The police did not know how lucky they were as the light spilled out onto the ground forcing the Devilish Fiend back into its mountain retreat. The gateway stood close to a sacred place which the Beast looked to control. Satisfied with the mornings work it turned and ran toward its sunken lair. When the Beast arrived at the doorway to its home, the light from the sun began to singe its hair and the creature took one last look, peering into the darkness that it so coveted as it burned. Finally the fiend pulled away, into the shadows where it disappeared within its master’s domain.

  Bob zipped up the body bag containing the mangled corpse before the attendants wheeled it away. The day broke over top of the scrubby terrain and it became sunny and bright.

“Who or whatever is doing this sure likes the young sorority girls” he thought as he tried to frame what happened in his mind.

The policemen worked away still probing the scene. A glint of a shiny source from the ground caught Bobs eye and he bent down, running his fingers through the sand revealing three coins with a diamond insignia.

  They were all too familiar to him. Quickly Bob snatched them up from the soil. He pulled a pouch out from his coat and dropped them into the worn sack. They sang as fell into the bag and touched each other. Bob placed them back into their concealment within his inner pocket.

  "Did you find anything?" Asked the detective.

  The startled cop turned sharply. Surprised to see the man behind him, Bob used his quick wit and put it into action

"Uh, no I thought I spotted wolf tracks around the area, that may explain the bite marks on the woman's body!" He explained.

"You are correct sir, did you see the size of some of those tracks? I can't wait to see the casts that detective Drake took. We will see when the results come back from the autopsy, what did this I am not quite sure." The detective replied in a puzzled manner.

  "I’ll see you back at the yard with the rest of the documents!" Answered Bob as they parted ways.


  After everyone was done packing their gear the teams got into their vehicles and drove away. Still hot on the trail, Bob scanned the ground and studied the scene again. The cop already had a suspect in lurking in mind.

"The Well Dressed Man, strikes again." He uttered under his breath."Fucking Jody!"

  It was the department and his colleges that nicknamed the man in the car. Bob assessed what he was dealing with and came to his own conclusions. His whole career was spent chasing this guy. Holding the crime scene coins in hand, he remembered the years past when the first coins were found. The torturous scenes run through his head as Bob recalled memories from another time and the fallout of those days long ago.

  "Always one step ahead, as if he was playing with me." Bob mumbled as he finally made his way to his car where he fumbled around in his pocket and took out his cell phone.

  He quickly sent a message to his partner before getting into the police car and shutting the door, he paused. Bob laid his hat back onto the seat where it rested and the rays of light danced over the car as it pulled out onto the road.