Days 10 - 12 of NaNo. 725 words.
His smile got bigger. “Thank you.”
“You are so full of yourself.”
D’pa stepped out of the shadows again. “Come this way. Fudlack was killed in his office.” He led them to a branching hallway. Sunlight filled it through the large windows. You could see the skull parade from them as well. Two Ecanians stood next to a door along with a wheeled cart loaded with vials and boxes.
No sense wasting anyone’s time. Zy fitted the breather to her nose, and found a box of rubber-esque gloves. She spied the voice controlled vidrecorder as she pulled on a pair of gloves. It could audio record as well, perfect.
Xeryl pulled a pair of gloves from the box. His violet eyes looked at her, beaming with innocence that she didn’t believe.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to go in with you.”
“I don’t need you to go in with me.”
“It’s better if two people go into a crime scene, and I’m not letting you go in there alone. Besides, I’m D’pa’s insurance that you will not desecrate Fudlack’s body.”
“She will not for if she does, we will execute her.”
“Is execution your answer to everything?” Zy looked at D’pa’s bland expression.
“It solves many issues.”
Zy took a deep breath, picked up the vidrecorder, and opened the door between the two guards. She was glad for the breather. Blood covered the room, darkened to a inky substance, in a fine spray in most spots to a congealed masses of something thicker on the stone walls, ceiling, and floor. Zy shut her eyes and swallowed hard. Show no weakness. She opened them again, turned on the audio, and sent the vidrecorder floating into the room. “Command: three hundred sixty degrees panoramic view of the room. Note: Fudlack crime scene First Standard Day of the Fifth Month year 1012. Command: take pics of the ceiling and floor. Note: people have walked through this crime scene, I don’t know how many yet.”
She followed the smeared and flattened trail through the blood on the floor into the room. It led from the door around the rectanglar stone block in the center of the room. The chair in front of the block was splattered on its back. Most of the seat was clean like the front of the block. Fudlack’s body was on the floor on the other side of the block between it and the second chair. This one was more ornate, clearly the boss’s chair, and also more blood soaked.
Fudlack was an Ecanian, and laid headless on the floor where he must have fallen once decapitated. “Command: pics of the body, all angles and close ups.” The vidrecorder flew down and focused the camera lense on Fudlack’s remains. “Note: the corpse as I found it.”
After vidrecorder had pulled back, Zy bent down. The long tunic he wore was the same style as the Ecanians in the bar had worn, but his had braided trim along the edges. Gold, silver, blue, and green cords wrapped in an intric pattern. She could see the colors best in the trim on the hem. The material around his shoulders and chest had soaked up blood. The leg tentacle was
DURING THE EXAMINING THE CRIME SCENE
“I have never seen such depravity.” Xeryl covered his mouth briefly.
“I have.” Zy closed her eyes. She could see the golden-yellow living room splattered in red. She opened her eyes to the current crime scene.
“What kind of monster could do this?”
“A serial killer.”
“By your tone of voice, I take it that the term serial killer means more than just killing in a series.”
“They have a compulsion to kill. They take pleasure in the killing. And they don’t stop until they’re stopped.”
“You’ve dealt with one before.”
“My first case, what made me decide to become an Agent. Not that any of that has any bearing on this.” She took a deep breath. “Course it could be a racketeer rubout trying to lok like a serial killer.”
“Rubout?”
“Another racketeer killing the boss to take over the organization.”
Xeryl shook his head. “Within an organization, yes that can happen. But trying to capture two or more system-wide organizations? You’d be as big as IGA and employing that many beings, and where’s the profit in that?”
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