"The woman had no blood in her and the fact that she was also found in a rubbish bin right outside of where she worked stemmed clues for foul play as well as a sick twisted vampire wannabe scare. But when checked for further fingerprints on the woman no actual form of sexual abuse came to her, the woman was two months pregnant with a child and with her body was found with a note written on brown Manila paper. The note could not be brought in but investigators are still trying to figure out who could have killed this twenty-five-year-old secretary from Long Beach California. Reports from the coroner conclude that the woman was Molly Baker, a respected housewife who worked at the Macintosh Corporation.
She was secretary to one of the high departments where she over looked numerous banking accounts and the switching of money from bank to bank. Detectives concluded that a conspiracy might be involved with the murder as they have called it now. Timothy Andrews the coroner as well as private detective for the case found large shifts of money in one file of hers as he checked her small office space. Seeing that it led also to a Swiss banking account he also brought word of some well know criminals. The woman was working for a mobster named Mitko Brieghst. Originally from Germany, his relatives moved to Spain, never changing their names and only changing their nationalities the mobster has come to America. His whereabouts are unknown at this time.
Mitko has been charged with murder in the first degree. Manslaughter for four counts as well as a known terrorist, proceed with caution as well as with back up. He is a very dangerous man and has been spotted in south beach in Florida. His motives for his movements are unknown as he travels fast through the country. If found please contact your local authorities immediately. He is well armed and extremely dangerous.
He is usually seen with four others. One particular is Luis Amalgam. He is a well-known mercenary and killer. He has the mindset of a lunatic as well as the firepower to back him up. Working for mitko now, they are a very dangerous couple. Luis amalgam stands at about 6'2 and Mitko stands at 6'0 Mitko has black hair slicked and with gray streaks at the sides, Luis is bald and well build. Both are either accompanying each other or with a group of four. None have been seen alone. Proceed with caution when apprehending them."
He tore the transcript from the copy machine and laid it on the paper looking it over as he examined the nude and cut up woman that was there. The rest of the transcript came out slowly with a low sound of scratches and beeps as it finished sending the mail.
"The woman had some dealings with the mob and as well was found dealing with them in south beach Florida. Some family there was also murdered, but how was uncertain on that point. Your boss has recommended you to this case and is allowing you to go to see her dead relatives; there you will conduct your work. Your residence will be taken care of and your transportation to the final destination is already paid for."
Tim shrugged a bit as he turned and began to patch her up for the morgue people to work on. Further investigations would be odd at this point however, mob dealings and the draining of blood was a very odd thing, which occurred in both deaths. Since he also knew of certain vampire cults, he could also help aid and find out if the two criminals she associated with were also part of the cult. A smile cracked free from his lips as he began to remove the gloves and clean himself off of the rancid smell her dead and rigamortis stricken body stench. He prepared to leave when he stopped; he had grinned at it. He had become numb by death now, but he was enjoying the sight of it. He didn't like that and it rang though his body that he had just smiled to the dead woman. He gulped down a dry swallow and began to head home, thinking over all the possibilities he had just gained through his actions and his little knowledge of the paranormal. Plus it would help him get away from his stress filled job in California and give him an actual case, he had dreamed of becoming a detective and he would be working to aid them so it would be fun all in all. Then stopping once more as he opened the door to his single room apartment and turned on the lights. He definitely needed to get out and get a life.
The night was cold warm as he stepped out of the airport to take his first breath of air. The tropical almost humid terrain got to him as he let it out quickly. It was warm, a slight cringe went up his spine as sweat began to form coming down his forehead and into his shirt, and his back was getting wet now as he hailed a cab. The street life was abounding by no one as it flowed in the pandemonium. All around people walked stopped, but oddly it was not like this way in California. They had a different feel, people still minded their own business, but they had a more exotic look to them instead of the cold, yet mixed look as they had now. This was a place where time seemed to stand still for a moment and it was beautiful. The timeline, the look, the smell, sweaty, all were made to be fully exotic. Everything seemed to want to come out and touch him and he wanted to return the favor. The sounds were the same, yet they had a different pitch, probably the warm weather against the cold one. But, it was a beautiful array of colors now, as the old rustic buildings gave their pale light out against the smells of the people. The place was beautiful and majestic, if that was one way to describe it.
He walked the streets, looking from street corner to street corner. The area had the sense of shore, the smell of salt from the sea, the age and history not that of a gold rush, but of treachery and fine beauty. The smile brightened as the wind came now, warm yet with a cool and refreshing tone to it, almost like a kiss from a loved one, yet so caught and catching that it transcends the kiss and forms to an orgasm upon the skin. Warm and hot with no passion save the need to embrace and touch.
But it wrapped around the body like a writhing mass, gracing its kisses and licks all over the body, moving through the clothes effortlessly and making its way to the skin. It would embrace like that of a human, but instead runs its own hand over your flesh, making it better and feel good, the coolness from the removal of clothes now makes it cold. The body would then put into it a fashion that was almost beautiful, and yet oddly enjoyable. Caressing, carousing, loving, and so it moved over him as he smiled opening his eyes to view it leave over his body. He turned back as he began to take some steps away and down the street; he was getting close to his new home for now.
"Well same as the San Fran. case. The woman was drained completely of blood, all remained in her was a little bit about three or four droplets at best. No actual puncture markings anywhere, so it must have been something else for how she died. Two small puncture wounds however found on the woman's neck, on the right side, just above the main artery.
The body was found in a Dumpster, the same way the first victim was found. Although no note this time the victim has been identified as Martha Anne baker, the sister of molly. However, molly was stripped nude, Martha was fully clothed. Found under her tongue was what seemed to be a bullet. However, on closer inspection it actually was a piece of bread. Almost as if it had been stuffed into her mouth before she died.
The bread piece was also later to be found out a piece of the body. Or the host as Christians would call it. A clue for a mad man, or was it a clue for some big conspiracy that had to unfold?"
He let the recorder stop as the woman lay nude on the rack before him, scalpel in hand dropped now onto the platter and he stepped away. There was nothing else left to do now, she was dead, the woman had a small sacrament in her mouth, or under her tongue, two fang marks and no blood.
He was done for the night. But a question rang clear in his mind.
Why?
Why had her sister been murdered, who was next? He gulped as he pulled the white cloth over the woman's body and pushed the rack back inside the containment unit where the rest of the bodies were. Closing the lid and locking it secure so that no other investigators would be opening it up until they had the key. He walked off and into the changing room where his locker was. Opening it up and looking about the empty room. No one was awake at three in the morning, the place was dead to him as he changed his clothes and began top make his way out of the morgue and to his car all alone at the parking lot. But something was odd about this case to any one who came into it now. First off, there are two bodies, two ladies who in some odd way have a connection to a not so known mobster who is wanted for many things. But what is his connection to the two of them? How does a woman die and now have her family hunted down and in fear of their lives?
He began to close the body bag around the woman and walk off to the cleaning area. Stopping suddenly to look back to the woman, something extremely obvious he had missed.
Both women looked alike. As if they would have been twins, yet one was blonde, obviously dyed and the other had black hair. It was becoming clear now, the murder was done because one sister was killed and the murderer thought that he hadn't done the murder fully and she was still alive…
