Back at Tony's apartment, the rescue squad had finally arrived along with several squad cars of police officers. Mrs. Bronstein, having passed out completely had been returned to her apartment and would not wake until morning.
"God Damn, I thought I had seen everything." The EMT remarked as he placed Tony's headless and dickless body into the cadaver bag and loudly zipped it up. Looking up at Samuel he asked "Any idea on where the head is?"
"Hey man, I stored it up my ass!!!" he snapped back as he wiped another glob of sweat from his corpulent brow. A long time veteran on the force few things rattled him but this certainly had. This was no ordinary murder or drug hit. Gangster's would not take the time to decapitate their victim, much less bite off their dick and they certainly would not take a head for a trophy. His stomach churning as he still felt sick, he knew what this meant.
"So Sam, what do you think?" Patrick asked as they now stood alone in the blood spattered bathroom, the remains of Tony already half way down the stairs on the gurney.
"I think we have a serial killer on our hands that is what I think."
"Yea, I was thinking the same thing. The missing head is a dead giveaway. You know, in a case I read about at the academy there was this killer who had a collection of..."
"Hey, you want to give me a minute." Samuel barked as he pointed to the door.
"Sure thing Patrick, you need some time alone to ponder a plan to find this head?"
"No, I need to take a squirt."
"Samuel!!! In here? That seems kind of disrespectful."
"Are you fucking joking? I would think after what happened in this room tonight, my draining off the trouser snake would be the most respectful thing to happen in here all day. Anyway, I gotta take a piss and I gotta take it now."
Getting the hint, Patrick walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Once alone, Samuel lifted the lid of the toilet as he began to unzip his pants. Looking down, he gasped as pee ran down his leg, his hand frozen in terror as he had not taken out his dick. There, floating in the toilet, was the bloody red pulpy mass of Tony's head, looking more like a giant alien creature than something that was once a human. Screaming out for Patrick, when he rushed in and saw the object in the toilet he nearly vomited.
Getting a hold of himself, and now blushing as his blue pants were stained with his own urine, Samuel bent down and fished the object out of the water. Placing it onto the floor, he saw that the face had been surgically removed, leaving only bone and muscle behind.
Pacing the floor in her kitchen, Lorraine continuously wrung her hands together, her face twisted in deep worry. Now almost one am, Ed had been gone for hours, the Matlock marathon they had been enjoying earlier long over. Out on some odd meeting with Father Aviles at St. Louis Cemetery, he should have been home hours ago. Drinking another cup of coffee, she reached into the back of the freezer and pulled out a very cold pack of Winstons. Ed hated that she smoked and she tried not to do it in his presence. Thirty years earlier she had been a die-hard two pack a day smoker but now she only lit up to relieve stress. This situation now was a time she needed a smoke worse than anything. Sitting down at the table, she struck the match and inhaled the cigarette deep, the cool velvety smoke dancing through her lungs and instantly giving her a brief, if not glorious, respite from her concern. Pulling out her phone, she redialed his cellphone. When it once again went to voicemail she slammed it down onto the table.
"Damn it Ed! ANSWER!!!" she screamed as she jumped when she heard the loud booming knock on her front door. Feeling a shiver run up her spine, she glanced over at the drawer near the table, and opening it, saw the gun still there. Remembering Ed's words, she froze, not wanting to move or give any indication that she was there.
When the booming continued, she grew more alarmed until she heard Ed's voice. "Lorraine, let me in. I have lost my house key."
Jumping up instantly, she ran into their living room but paused before she opened the door. She knew that supernatural forces were at work here, and remembering his warning she took her hand off of the handle.
"Please Lorraine, let me in. There are people out here out to get me."
Her body shaking, Lorraine peered through the peephole, holding her breath in fear of what she might see. Seeing the face of her husband, although looking oddly gaunt and colorless, she exhaled loudly. Unlocking the door, she pulled it open saying "Oh thank Christ you are OK Ed, I have been worried..."
As the door now was fully open she froze as she came face to face with her doom. Ed was a relatively short man but now appeared to have grown four inches since he left. Startled by this, her dread exploded when two other men stepped forward out of the darkness on either side of him and "Ed" spoke.
His voice cackling with malice, he sang in a mocking fake Cuban accent "Hey Loooocy, I'm home!!!"
"Oh dear God NO!" Lorraine shrieked as she vainly attempted to slam the door shut. Pushed effortlessly aside by the tall figure, she fell backwards into the living room as the three men rushed inside.
"Oh my, this is going to be fun. I haven't enjoyed good granny pussy in ages," one of the men snickered as she looked up into the lifeless face mask of her husband.
"What is this, where is Ed?" she shrieked from the floor, her mind a rush of terror as she tried to make sense of what was happening.
