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1. [VAMPIRE-WW]- A Grave Discovery
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Date: Sat, 23 Oct 2004 15:32:14 -0700
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [VAMPIRE-WW]- A Grave Discovery
Day 12
Late Afternoon
Morgue
Josie settled in the briefing room waiting for the ****ft change and
the pass
down. Max had been there since 7am and it appeared he would be
pulling
another all nighter. Josie sipped her Café Au Lait with just a pinch
of the
good stuff. She knew if anyone caught her there would be hell to pay.
She
did not partake most of the time; she usually stayed away from it,
given the
history of her family. But, with almost no sleep, and the strange
phone
call she needed just a pinch of a boost to get her over the edge. Her
second wind would kick in soon, and she would be fine.
Max walked in with a box, and a stack of papers and behind him walked
A.J.
Broussard. Josie groaned inwardly, and from the stern expression on
his face
and the way he seemed to push past Max, she knew that this was going
to be
one good ass chewing session.
She did not dare to try to make eye contact with Max, she knew they
would
talk later and given more details. Max was a great supervisor, and he
always shared what was going on to help his staff always see the
bigger
picture. On the contrary, A.J. felt it was on a need to know status,
and he
needed to know all, and they were the lowly worker ants who gathered
all the
information and sent it to him, for him to determine.
"OK," A.J. shouted to get everyone's attention. "We have a big mess
here,
and I want EVERYONE'S co-operation." He reiterated while glaring
directly at
Josie.
Josie still was not sure just what his beef with her was, but what
ever it
was, he was hard nosed where it came to her. He had let it be known
that
her taking personal time for the death of her grandmother had not been
necessary. Again Josie thanked the fates that Max was her supervisor.
How
he smoothed things over she did not know, and he did not share what
secret
power he held over him.
Josie turned her attention back to the head coroner to listen to what
the
big mess was.
"As many of you know we have had a rash of violent and random, some
say
brutal slayings in this past week. We had 4 more last night, similar
MO,
but we need you to prove this, to help the police get this reign of
terror
to stop." A.J. paused while looking out in the crowd of faces to make
sure
they understood just how im****tant this was.
"We have also had "AN" incident with a certain crime scene, and it
appears
that some very im****tant evidence was removed from the scene." He
paused
for a moment to let that piece of information sink in. He trusted Max
and
his staff implicitly and so he knew without a doubt that the missing
evidence had not been slipped off by any of his staff.
Josie sat up with renewed interest when she heard that last statement.
She
went through her mental list of cases, and knew she did not handle any
that
seemed that delicate. She pondered on which case he was referring to.
"With that in mind, I need you to turn in a list of cases you have
been
working on the past 2 weeks, and internal affairs will be going
through
them, and you might be called in for questioning. NOW, they are not
blaming
nor accusing this office, but they have to check everything, and
everyone,
to find those that did." He turned to Max and nodded in his
direction.
"Max will be handling ALL statements for this office, and I do not
want to
hear that ANY of you spoke to the press or anyone else regarding this
issue."
He looked straight at Josie. "And I mean ANY one." Several heads
turned in
her direction and she kept her professional mask on and acted as if
she had
no clue to what he was implying.
Max then stepped up and fielded some questions and explained the steps
they
needed to make the investigation run smooth and thorough, while not
stopping
their current assignments.
Josie waited until the room cleared before she got up from her seat in
the
back corner and made her way towards Max.
"What case is he talking about?" she asked softly, not wanting to risk
anyone over hearing their conversation.
"Jade's and Carmen's." he replied tersely. "It was on the same night,
only
a bit later than the one you pulled in the alley." He replied. "One
of the
vics appears to have been one of the perps in our case."
Josie gasped. "Mon Dieu!" she exclaimed "How?" she asked.
Max turned to her. "That is what they wish to learn, and what
happened to
their evidence." He whispered.
"What evidence?" she whispered looking over his shoulder making sure
no one
was really paying attention to him or her.
"It appears to have been a drug deal gone bad, only NO drugs, one of
the
vics was a snitch, and he had been carrying."
Josie clapped her hand over her mouth in astonishment. She wanted to
laugh,
but it was so typical that the police would over step their boundaries
in an
effort to try to hook the bigger elusive fish, and they were sometimes
caught with their pants down.
And, as with all cities and government agencies, the buck never
stopped, it
rolled down hill and lay at some underlings' feet. This time they
were
attempting to implicate the Coroner's Office. Josie stifled a giggle
when
she realized that it was not a wise move to piss off A.J. and impugn
the
honor and integrity of his office.
"If he was our perp, did he have any wounds?" Josie asked.
"What do you mean?" Max asked trying to figure out where she was going
with
this.
"Well, if he was involved in that alley incident, then either he was
the one
shot.."
"OR, there were 2 in that alley that walked away." Max finished seeing
where
this was going.
"I also discovered something that I have kept out of the re****t Max,
and I
wanted ya to know. A.J. already said my evidence was tainted at
best."
"I know Jose." Max replied with a hand on her shoulder. "It will all
come
out in the wash."
"So, what do ya need me to do to help with all this?" she asked.
"Get your files ready for examination, you and Micah are pulling on
call. I
need to stay here to cover all the bases. Only in extreme
circumstances
should you call me to a scene." He added.
Josie nodded and smiled and left the briefing room and went to
organize her
files and notes and everything pertaining to the cases she had worked
on.
She went through the one in the alley and was glad she had removed all
traces of the unusual findings. She would research them on her own.
She
did not need to be seen as "One of those" in the office. She wanted
to
succeed here, and work her way up the ladder. She would not be able
to do
that IF she had a history of the macabre and the surreal.
* * *
8pm
The call came in and Josie and Micah moved quickly to gather the kits
and
everything they thought they would need. Josie signed out for them
and
Micah grabbed the slip that told them where to go.
Josie groaned when she saw the address, or rather the name of the
place they
were called to. Another graveyard. Josie sighed and turned up the
music to
get the flow of the city into her veins, and she and Micah rocked to
the
Cajun beat as they speed towards one of the older smaller graveyards.
"Bet it's nothin." Micah said forlornly. "Someone probably spotted
some old
grave that has rotted through with the centuries of neglect."
Josie nodded with agreement. Well she hoped that was all it way. It
seemed
this past month the undead were walking. How do you try to explain
that to
those who did not believe, and were not true natives.
"Ya are probably right." She answered softly.
It did not take them long to reach the abandoned graveyard, slowly
sinking
back into the swamp that it had been originally carved out of.
Josie hopped out of her little jeep and grabbed her personal kit and
Micah
followed.
She saw the yellow tape that encircled the entire site and a few
policemen
pacing outside of the gates.
"Hey guys, what do we have here?" she called cheerily. Not that she
felt
cheery, in fact the hairs on the back of her neck were standing
straight up
and her skin was prickled with goose-bumps and tingles from head to
toe.
"In there." Was all he would say. "Make it quick, this place is
giving me
the creeps."
"You afraid of the dark Shelton?" she called to him as she passed into
the
darkness. She lit her flashlight and began to move slowly until the
light
caught the first hint of blood. She stopped.
"How far did you guys get in? IS the scene still clean?' she called
back.
"Yep, we took one look and booked!" Shelton called back to her. "Do
you
need me to radio anymore help?"
Josie was curious just what it was she was going to see. Shelton did
not
seem like the type to be so evasive, and yet he called the Coroner's
Office
before calling anyone else.
Josie put down her stuff and pulled out her bigger lantern and flipped
the
switch and the area before her was flooded in light.
"Mon Dieu!" she gasped. "Holy Mother of God" Micah intoned almost
simultaneously with her.
The scene before her was something out of macabre mix of horror
movies.
Josie gulped and reached for Micah's arm to steady herself. "Call
Max" she
whispered to him.
"Le Diable' dansait ici ce soir." She muttered softly as she looked
at the
ghastly scene before her. "C'est ein affaire a' pus finir." She
mouthed as
she took a long look at what had been left behind.
What ever had happened here, she would discover and ferret out all the
hidden clues. She would stand in the center, as she did when dealing
with
her memories and pull from the shadows all needed facts to tell her
the
whole story.
What intrigued her more was she felt as though in someway this was
like déjà
vu. Something tugged at the back of her memory that this somehow felt
like
something she had seen before.
Micah made the call, and she had Shelton and his partner call for
backup and
she began to set up the lights, so they could scout out and get the
complete
scene before them marked and corded off so that the integrity of the
scene
would not be compromised.
They both worked in silence and waited for back up. This was not
something
they wanted to attempt alone, and Josie wanted Max with her. More
than
that, she needed Nicky. No, not Nicky, not yet, not now, she needed
to get
through this first, then, only then could she let down her defenses
and let
Nicky be there to hold back the tide of memories that she knew somehow
would
flood her when she least expected it.
* * *
10PM
Max arrived with 2 other vans when he had received the call from Josie
and
Micah. The first hint that something was drastically wrong was the
fact that
it was not Josie that made the call. Micah had been vague and stated
it
looked like a movie set from a slasher flick.
Stepping through the old rotting wrought iron gates and into the set
that
Micah had spoken of he knew that what ever was out there, was getting
worse.
Although, he did admit this could be nothing more that some bizarre
ritual
for some group of occultists. This kind of thing happened in varying
patterns, and mostly followed certain times of the year and the
pattern of
the moon. He would check this out.
He conferred with Josie and soon the 9-man team split up into 3 groups
and
began the long arduous process of collecting samples. The extra squad
of
police patrolled the parameter of the graveyard and began their long
night
of talking with the reclusive neighbors in this old run-down backwoods
neighborhood.
It did not take Josie long to get lost in the scene, as she collected
the
minute traces of evidence and trace amounts of what appeared to be
human
tissue and bits of blood.
She turned her sight to look through her inner eye and found what it
was she
was looking for. In some spots she felt the hairs on the back of her
neck
stand up and the tingling effect of the goose bumps along with the
feeling
of her skin crawling. Other areas seemed devoid of any kind of
feeling. She
marked them on her notes and marked them with her little yellow
markers so
she could go back and try to walk through and see if possible she
could get
an idea of what happened, and then when.
Max watched her go into her trance like state and knew enough to leave
her
alone and let her do her thing. What ever it was, she was good, and
she was
never wrong, no matter what anyone else ever said, or the evidence did
not
quite match what they thought happened. No, she had a gift and he was
glad
to use it in cases like these.
Once Josie and the rest of the team had collected all the evidence
left
behind, and took samples of all kinds of things, to help determine
just what
had been left behind, and how long some of it had been there.
Josie began her slow walk through the scene, and moving in a pattern
she
recognized as one she gleaned from her mother's notes, she knew that
what
ever had happened here was deliberate, planned, and acted out with the
most
profound accuracy. To the others it appeared she walked in a strange
circle, muttering to herself.
When she was done and turned back to see everyone watching her she
smiled.
"Well?" Shelton asked curious. "Anything we can go on?"
"Well, not yet." She replied. "I can tell ya that whoever it was did
not
suffer the final agonies here, they were already dead."
The group that had inched closer to her all looked at each other
uncomfortably. Max grinned wickedly. He loved it when she was so
simply
blunt and it always worked.
"Then there is no crime scene." He replied looking somewhat relieved.
He
was not comfortable here, and no matter what he believed, the tales he
had
grown up with stayed with him. He knew what Josie was alluding to;
and he
did not wish to contemplate such a thing.
"No, it's a crime scene. It was torture, or sacrifice, or ritual,
what ever
ya wish to call it, a dead body was mutilated, perhaps 2. Then, there
was
the unlawful use of a private cemetery. So, it appears we have
several
crimes here." She answered simply. "You guys just get to find the
place
where the original killings took place. They ended here, they did not
start
here."
"Done here?" Max asked, already knowin the answer.
"For now." She replied. "We will need to keep looky-looers and those
interested in such things away. I would suggest that we try to keep
this as
low key as possible, just until the final results are in." she offered
her
opinion.
Max nodded in agreement. "Yes, good call." Max turned and gave
Shelton the
news that they would be back, the scene was not to be disturbed.
Shelton grumbled as he watched the team load up their vans and head
back to
town. He turned and began to make the assignments and call his
superior to
let him know what was up.
He really hated his job sometimes.
[NRPG - just character development and moving the plot ahead]
[SUMMARY]
Josie sits in a meeting and learns there has been an incident and
internal
affairs will be checking their caseload for the past 2 weeks. She had
Max
talk about it and he gives her an assignment and tells her she is on
call.
She had Micah take the strange call and heads out to a run down
cemetery and
discover a horrific scene, and puzzling mystery.
Glossary
Mon Dieu. My
God
Le Diable' dansait ici ce soir. The
Devil
danced here tonight
C'est ein affaire a' pus finir. It is
a
thing that has no end
Respectfully Submitted by
Carys Murray
Aka Josie
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