May
Be
Sharper
Than
The
Sound
It was midnight when I received the call.
I couldn't believe that anything could have been more precise than that moment
but I was in for a little treat. Right on the dot, I couldn't understand
severity of the situation that was on the other side of the line because I was
so intrigued by that simple concept. As I rolled out of bed I told the officer
on the other end of the line that he had to slow down, he was talking faster
than a mind that could consume mass fabrications of information.
'Where is this at?' I asked.
'Off center and fourth, you really must
hurry.' And I did. If it wasn't for the entire regions police force at the
crime scene I would have received a speeding ticket but I knew that this was
big, from the way that it sounded. Everything was so confusing the officer said
on the other line, like this was the work of a brilliant mind, someone who knew
what he was doing. He had to know the victim personally from what the evidence
could provide but I had my own individual theories.
There has been a string of murders that
have been happening in cities outside of our own, major populated cities but
never in the same county. I guess that is what kept his tracks all neat and
tidy that is if it was the same person, all for the name of a cult who sacrifices
upon the heads of many. The counties don't speak about cases to one another so
what is new for one county is a mystery in another, I knew this, they did not.
It was a month into Fall, leaves crunched under my feet from the full grown
trees that lined the streets all across town.
By the time I crossed the police line I
could see a thin dripping blood trail on the sidewalk and leaves as I was
heading to the house. Gradually, it went from a slight drizzle to heaping
handfuls that trailed on and off the sidewalk occasionally going into the
gutter that separated the concrete from the street. He wasn't walking steady,
even someone stupid could figure that out but then it led to the
stairway.
Police stood just outside the building
right before the stairs. I looked at the stairs themselves and they were
covered in blood and little pieces of metal. The blood spill covered each and
every step that led up to the doorway and even on the door there was blood but
it was more placed than spilled, I could tell this because it was in the form
of writing on the door. One word over each other creating six lines spreading
from the top of the door to the very bottom. Six simple words to create a very
unique phrase yet confusing at the same time. I thought to myself as a few
detectives that were talking a few feet away from me started to walk towards me
while carrying on their conversation. What did this phrase even mean? As the
detectives got in reasonable speaking distance I looked towards them.
'So where’s the body?'
'That’s a good question' responded one detective.
'The best bet is inside but we haven't
even dared to take foot on the steps yet.' Responded the
other.
'And why is that?' The two officers
looked at each other and one kicked his feet into the ground as the other spoke
up.
'I know this sounds very unprofessional
but we have told everyone to wait for you.' I hid a smile in the back of my
mind and I thought to myself that it was a very wise move for them to do that.
More police tape crossed the walkway to the first step up to the house; I
walked under it and kept my head down as I crouched in front of the first step.
The little pieces of metal that I originally saw in the midst of the blood
looked shinier from up close. Whatever form they had before was now destroyed
because it looked as if it was squished together but with closer examination I
thought that they might just be in their original form but it wasn't
metal.
From the shine that glowed off of the
pieces I could see that it wasn't metal but silver. Each piece had a distinct
shape that looked like they laced in with another piece, a puzzle, as you will.
I motioned to one of the forensics experts and told him to pick up all the tiny
pieces that he could find and I walked away as he started. I walked back up to
the two detectives and waited for their conversation to end before I
interrupted.
'Has anyone walked on these steps before you closed it off?' They
looked at each other again as if they were conjoined twins waiting for approval
from another.
'Maybe.' Said one.
'There’s no telling if someone has but no
one will now. Everything is locked down and were just a few minutes away to see
what's inside.' The forensics expert walked past me showing a little baggy of
little pieces of silver and a puddle of blood. I looked back to the detectives
and they reached towards their belts as they walked towards the steps and
motioned to other police officers to follow them. I took a few steps back and
watched as everyone gathered around the steps and the detectives started to
debrief them. I looked down to my watch and noticed that it was ten till one as
I rubbed my eyes and wished I went to bed sooner.
I took my position on the nearby park
bench that was just across the road from the apartment and relaxed. The city
smog filled my nostrils and as I breathed in to realize that everything was
moving in slow motion. Police officers rushed up the steps to the front door
and kicked it in. As everyone rushed inside I looked around me to see falling
leaves from the tree branches above me falling into my lap. Then neighbors’
trying to get a glimpse of what was happening from past the police line.
Someone was swinging in a swing behind me, chains rattled and squeaked with
every moment. Birds flew across the sky migrating to somewhere warmer and
before I knew it I heard someone yelling my name.
'Get over here!' Yelled one of the
detectives from inside of the house. 'You need to see this!'
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