Downcast With Hope (116 hits)
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He saw the letter gracefully slipped under the door. It felt light in his nervous hands after slowly approaching and lifting the small parcel. He opened the unsealed envelope with his name on it and read the short phrase written in fine ink.
It was "almost" the perfect crime
He set the letter on the coffee table. He turned and stared at his coat on the hangar, debating whether or not he should even leave.
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The blue and red flashing lights could be seen through the windows of the unlaundered apartment's hallway.
Williams stride was confident as usual as he headed to the scene of the nights cruel undertakings. He had learned to stop wondering how gruesome the scene would turn out.
"Just expect everyone to be blood splattered, covered in shit, and wreaking of bile. That image will make any stomach churning site look like a kid's birthday party at a bowling alley." He would tell a rookie about to head into his first homicide scene.
His own words repeated in his head for tonight was a homicide, a nasty one too. He could smell the scene before he even saw the yellow tape blocking off the area. A stocky patrolman guarding the area looked at him with suspicious eyes. Williams flashed his badge and stepped under the tape not waiting for his approval.
He rounded the corner and turned his head into the open doorway. Crime scene investigators, police, and other emergency personnel littered the small one bedroom apartment covered in out worldly colored stains. There were stains on the walls from water damage, food stains from messy habits, and last of all blood stains on the carpet. The corpse sat in the blood like it had all the time in the world.
Williams surveyed the scene for a long ten seconds before Detective Johnson greeted him.
Johnson did nothing but nod and acknowledge his presence. Then he went back to staring at the body.
"I'm no coroner Will but my guess is that she got her fucking head bashed with that there hammer."
"Wow Johnson...you figure that one by yourself?" Williams let out a laugh and staring at the obvious scene. The head of the victim was annihilated. The pieces of her head were beaten into the carpet. Bone, cartilage, brains, and a hanging eyeball from a socket decorated the now crowded features of her face. A bloody hammer lay next to her lifeless body dressed in revealing fishnets and vagabond enticing lingerie.
"What do you make of it Will?" Johnson asked.
"I don't know, just got here. What do you think?"
"Well it's no mystery that she's a call girl. All of her valuables are gone so I'm guessing somebody rented her for the night, fucked her, then he face fucked her with the hammer, stole her shit, and got the fuck out."
"Seems reasonable? Any prints?"
"Slow down Columbo, we just got here like an hour ago."
"You the first one here?"
"Yeah...for once. Her name is Candice Kowalski. Probably went by Candy if our career track assumptions are correct." Williams listened to Johnson ramble but didn't look at him. He took a quick tour of the place wondering if anybody would find out his part in the fiasco. The "almost" perfect crime.
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Candice hesitantly walked up to the boss in her revealing fishnets and small pink top. She only had one assignment for the night.
"Who do we have tonight?" The boss asked dragging on a cigar.
"It's the frequenter up by Northern Damen, the fucking dirty cop."
"Oh...him...hah. Have fun with that." The boss laughed. "Be careful with him hun, he can get away with a lot of things."
"Yeah, thanks boss. If it is alright with you can I just go fuck this guy and make him go home?"
"Yeah...have fun." The boss laughed again taking one more drag on his cigar. Let me log the name down again. What's his name?" The boss pulled out a small black book with names and dates on them.
"His name is..."
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"Williams." Johnson called out breaking Will's train of thought.
"What?"
"We are done here; you want to go grab something to eat?"
"Something to eat late night in Chicago? Where ever shall we go?" Williams cried out sarcastically.
"Heh...let's go smartass." Williams followed Johnson on their way out. He stared at the back of his coat conjuring up ideas for him. Johnson turned around and looked at Will with an enticing face. "You wanna go to that pancake place up by Wells?"
"At eleven o'clock at night? Hell yeah! That's like two blocks down too. We can walk, plus I gotta smoke." Williams pulled out a cigar case from his jacket lighting one up as soon as he entered the dark night of the city of Chicago. The two detectives were cutting through an alley when Will spoke up. "Hey Johnson, I was thinking." He took another drag on his cigar.
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He had just got home after doing the dirty deed. He threw his coat on the hangar and relaxed on the couch wanting to fall asleep. He hardly felt bad about it. He actually felt like he did her a favor. Plus with his status, nobody would suspect him. He had to just wait for the call to come in.
"Detective your assistance is requested, we have a homicide just off Joe Schmoe Street." He laughed looking at the spinning ceiling fan. A discrete noise at the front door made him lower his head.
He saw the letter gracefully slipped under the door. It felt light in his nervous hands after slowly approaching and lifting the small parcel. He opened the unsealed envelope with his name on it and read the short phrase written in fine ink.
It was "almost" the perfect crime
He set the letter on the coffee table. He turned and stared at his coat on the hangar, debating whether or not he should even leave.
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"Hey Johnson, I was thinking." He took another drag on his cigar.
"What?" Johnson stopped and turned around. As soon as he turned Will was nowhere to be found but he was soon felt. Will grabbed Johnson's right wrist and lifted his arm up. His free hand connected with the back of Johnson's elbow breaking his arm in two. Johnson's uninjured arm was soon grasped by Will along with his mouth. Johnson fell to his knees and noticed Will had slipped on a pair of black leather gloves.
"You know I found it fascinating that you were the first one to the scene. I wasn't expecting that. But what better way to get away with a crime if your presence is expected at the scene, negating your own finger prints. Now you are probably thinking with that limited information I'm just being paranoid, but this little black book seals the deal. The last entry in this book is for a Dale Johnson on 10-15-06 at 8:00 P.M . . . probably the same time our little call girl got a little bit of home improvement on her face. Leave an obvious scene and nobody would suspect a lone detective who already contaminated the scene with his prints. Just another girl caught in the dangerous line of business. Did she mean anything to you at all Dale? You fucking asshole!" Will violently threw his arm around his mouth snapping Johnson's neck. The body fell lifeless on the ground.
With a downcast feeling he searched Johnson's jacket where he found his little scent of hope.
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Will knocked on Candy's door but got no answer. A putrid smell was reeking from behind the door. Will opened the door and was greeted to the sight of poor Candice stretched across the floor. All of her money was gone.
It was a downcast with no hope at all. Johnson was definitely the last one at her place. Will knew it in his heart. He had a little telegram to drop of at his place. He pulled a finely dressed pen from his pocket and wrote the words.
It was "almost" the perfect crime. He then wrote the name "Johnson" on the envelope.
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"Where's my fucken money?" Will grumbled while searching through Johnson's jacket. It was downcast once again but the slight feeling of leather against Will's fingers was the hope he wanted. The downcast with hope.
He pulled the leather wallet from the jacket and found Candy's money. Will stashed the money in his pocket. The "Boss" took a long long drag on his cigar.
"Asshole...nobody fucks with my whores." Will said disappearing into the night.
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