Killing In A Concrete Forest

Killing In A Concrete Forest

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Genre: Horror

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Horror

Summary

Gina Paris is haunted by a ghost. But not just any ghost, because Gina's a Detective and the apparition is her latest homicide. Quickly, the detective discovers this wayward spirit has some secrets relating to her other cases, including her most mystifying crime, the disappearance of Suzie Johnson. As Gina investigates further, she discovers a disturbing supernatural world, where sex, crime and secrecy intersect and an unforeseen sisterhood are fighting against cruel ancient forces. Soon, Gina meets the enigmatic Billy J Hart, a handsome, charismatic man with many secrets, including links to her most curious cases. Delving further into this story, she rapidly finds more than she bargained for, discovering not only things about herself but regards others as well, who share a paranormal destiny that they never imagined existed. - Read more at: http://scl.io/naps3i8E#gs.U1_IzcU

Summary

Gina Paris is haunted by a ghost. But not just any ghost, because Gina's a Detective and the apparition is her latest homicide. Quickly, the detective discovers this wayward spirit has some secrets relating to her other cases, including her most mystifying crime, the disappearance of Suzie Johnson. As Gina investigates further, she discovers a disturbing supernatural world, where sex, crime and secrecy intersect and an unforeseen sisterhood are fighting against cruel ancient forces. Soon, Gina meets the enigmatic Billy J Hart, a handsome, charismatic man with many secrets, including links to her most curious cases. Delving further into this story, she rapidly finds more than she bargained for, discovering not only things about herself but regards others as well, who share a paranormal destiny that they never imagined existed. - Read more at: http://scl.io/naps3i8E#gs.U1_IzcU

Chapter1 (v.1) - One

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Submitted: October 18, 2016

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It was raining again, water trickling like a miniature tide, swamping the guttering and washing the leaves into decay. Swirling and splattering to the ground, a rust brown waterfall formed, passage fragmented, slicing through slippery grass. Creeping slowly, the water began to pond, lazily halted, stunted like an alien damn. Though permeable, like the sodden soil, a pile of clothing prevented its progression, forcing it to loiter, an unwelcome impediment in the wet uneven ground. A light wind caressed the perpetrator, who had once dressed herself judiciously, soliciting attention. Perhaps, she found it, this hopeful adulation, but it was a moot point, as relevant as a ticking time bomb, as welcome as the marching sludge. Immaterial in this context, it was the milieu of tragedy forming, its image as potent as the stained portrait of death.

Glassy eyes stared upwards, searching the blemished sky, its smouldering reflection, no more than a smoky haze. Obsolete and lifeless, the corpse lay so pallid, so unremittingly still, solace, its only witness, in the tumbling relentless rain. Serene, in the corposant light, the girl looked almost composed, except for the blood, seeping quite casually, from a hole, which had once been a repository for her heart.

Momentarily, the scene stayed quiet, a sanctuary for raindrops, its pitter patter on the nearby roof, the only noticeable interruption. It was a grounds man’s storage shed hidden in a graveyard, bushy, and benevolent, a stoic refuge for birds, and a relief for the harried and desperate. But now, its surrounds were tainted, stalked by the haunting of murder, the promise of discovery imminent, as a vehicle drew up to the door...

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“Hmmmmm, so what do you think Bob, unrequited love?”

Bob Delfino, simply raised his eyebrows. It was hard to see under the hood of his white suit, just a smidgen of motion, creasing his already heavily lined forehead. When he finally replied, it was in his typically dry tone, crusty, but almost funny, his deep voice surprisingly melodic.

“Never make fun of heartless women, Gina,” he replied, “particularly one that’s been crucified!”

“Crucified,” exclaimed the detective. “You’re kidding me,” she replied, hardly able to contain her surprise. “As in Jesus Christ, crucified... God damn, Bob, you gotta be kidding?” Gina Paris leaned over, stretching to take a closer look.

The old county coroner was right. The woman lay on her back, stiff and rigid, sightless eyes staring vacantly into space, arms neatly lying by her side. Her bloodied appendages were almost touching her short skirt, annoyingly obscuring red stained holes, jaggedly prominent on her outside hands. Astonished, Gina had to admit, she’d never seen anything like this before and she’d been a homicide cop for ten years.

Jeeez,” the detective murmured, almost flippantly. “And they say blondes have more fun!” it was pretty damn freaky, though, that’s for sure, and probably no laughing matter. Still, what the hell....

“Pontius Pilate, ya think,” she enquired irreverently. Bob, just sighed, reaching down to pick up the closest arm, inquisitively staring at the wound.

“Well, could have been any old ancient Roman really,” he responded sarcastically, “I hear, time travel was pretty popular in those days. But look at these wounds, Gina, elliptical and stretched, from being banged up on nails. She was strung up, alright, and while she was still alive too, I’m guessing! This is a nasty, case, detective, definitely one out of a box for me. ”

“Yeah, I can see that. Either a religious attack or someone from Arkansaw,” retorted Gina insolently. But in reality, she knew it was time to get serious. Murder, of any sort wasn’t something she wanted to see in this town, and this was a pretty damned extreme example. Abruptly, her thoughts were interrupted, a voice, just behind her.

“I’ve spoken to the family who discovered the body, boss. Just randomly passing through and looking for a toilet stop. They’re pretty shookup though, especially the kids.

Gina turned to look up at the speaker. It was Zane Miller, her partner in crime, ten years her junior, and with her for seven months. Not that she was counting, of course. Her offsider was a tall man, slim and clean shaven, one of those ex military types with a square jaw and an even squarer personality. But he was a hard worker, diligent and thorough. If only he had a sense of humour!

“I can see why,” acknowledged the woman, motioning to the dead girls hands. “Living proof, that kids and crucifixion, don’t mix.”

Wickedly, she found herself winking at the coroner, who simply raised his eyebrows despairingly. Unsurprisingly, Detective Sergeant Miller was less enamoured, his face a mask of concern, not to mention a little dismayed.

“Sheeeeit,” he cried, real surprise, in his mildly Southern drawl. “No wonder they were so freaked. What in the hell is goin on here?”

“Damned if I know, Zane,” replied his senior officer, a little more gravely, this time. “You seen anything like this before?”

“Matter of fact I have, Maam,” he exclaimed, perhaps a little guardedly.” I saw it in Iraq, a village south of Mosil. They strung people up on crosses, the Republican Guard, that is. Weren’t pretty then, either, but this..... Well, this is even worse. Never thought I’d see this here.” He shook his head, almost distastefully, before looking away, shaking his head. He had a slow fuse, but it was beginning to ramp up, revealing rage, face screwed up in abhorrence. Glaring brusquely into the humid afternoon mist, he suddenly swore. “Sons of Bitches!” he proclaimed.

Gina nodded in agreement! Regardless, she was no fan of emotional outbursts, such behaviour, was not her liking! Tasteless humour aside, detachment was needed at this time, not anger, she thought.

“Mmmmmm,” she murmured in a level tone. “But this is a still America, Zane, innocent until proven guilty, ok? So no race preconceptions around here!  Let’s take this one step at a time. Did the family see anything, any vehicles or people in the area?”

Miller shook his head, admonished, calmer, more focused, “Nothing, apparently it was quiet and pretty wet too. They saw some tracks though, leaving the park, an RV maybe, or at least a big 4x4. I guess we start there.

“Yeah,” answered Gina, and we’ll check any local properties too, see if anyone saw anything. There’s a garage, just before the turn off as well. We’ll talk to them and maybe check there security camera’s just in case. But, first, we’ll need to take a look around, maybe get some more uniforms here, for a thorough scene inspection. Might find something...” but truthfully, she didn’t feel too hopeful. Still, it was worth a try.

Switching back to the coroner, she spoke once more, her tone now more considered and demanding. “First impressions Bob,” she enquired hopefully.

The older man just hmmphed with annoyance! Well, he grumped, I can confirm she’s dead if that helps. I need to get her back to the lab, to tell you more. That irritated look told Gina she was going to have to wait for his post-mortem results. She’d expected as much, still, she had to ask!

“Ok, well, get you’re scene examination finished and I’ll see you at the morgue,” she told him. Bob just grunted, doing what he always did, taking his usual sweet time. But Gina knew he’d do a thorough and painstaking examination. So saying, he was going to have to get a move on. Already, the clouds were gathering, and rain was in the air. It was time to set up a tent and improve the ground cordon. Frustratingly, it looked like was going to be a long night...

 

 

 

 


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