My Two Faced Roommate

1994

It was difficult to ignore the stench of blood in the warehouse. A stung in the eyes. Detective Dana cleared her throat as the Sheriff walked towards her. She had been called by the local police department to handle the case of a fifteen-year-old murdered girl. Arriving at the scene, she expected to see a lifeless body of the teenager with either bullet holes or marks of strangulation. What she did not expect was to see the little girl brutally mutilated. No identifications, her limbs were ripped from the joints, her fingers lying on another part of the warehouse. Her throat slit. It was a scary scene. Flies were all over the body feeding off of her corpse. Her hair seemed burned, with bits of her scalp showing. It was horrifying.

Detective Dana Lavey had been handling homicides for the past two years and none of the killings matched the current one. It was straight-up cold-blooded, bile rise up her throat. She swallowed painfully and allowed herself to stand and await the Sheriff's news. The medical team collected the body so they could handle it over to the hospital for an autopsy. Police surrounded the area and placed it under investigation as the first clue to the whole shackle. Evidence was been collected by the investigating team, sure they were not going to help much seeing as DNA tests were not all that popular and the technology was yet to be used by the science department.

"Do you know the girl, Sheriff?"

"No, I just received a distress call from one of the farmers who found her. He was pretty shaken up when he called. She's not from around here."

"May I speak to the farmer? Is he in a stable state?"

"Yes, sure right this way." Dana followed the Sheriff outside where a man who looked like he was in his late 50's sat on a Stonehedge rocking himself back and forth. He seemed out of it, scared. He jumped startled when Dana placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry sir, Detective Dana Lavey from the County Police Department. I have some questions for you."

The man grinned weakly showing his set of brown teeth, his eyes pale and weak. "Sure, " he mumbled lowly.

"Can you describe to me how you found the girl?" He seemed to hesitate, a variety of emotions flickering across his face as though he was trying to get his emotions in check. He cleared his throat and spoke calmly, taking a deep breath so he didn't seem nervous. Detective Dana's gaze was not more welcoming. It was evident that the man was frightened by the outcome, he did not want to be involved in whatever the case would hold.

"Ah, yes, I was going to get supplies from the warehouse when I saw her body. I hurriedly went back to my farmhouse, grabbed the phone, and called 911."

"And what time was it?" Dana asked.

"It was at Eleven in the morning,"

"How often do you go to the warehouse?" She asked.