Killing In A Concrete Forest

Killing In A Concrete Forest

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Genre: Thrillers

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Thrillers

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.2) - One

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Submitted: October 18, 2016

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It was with little enthusiasm that Detective Gina Paris found herself leaning over a woman’s cold corpse on the outskirts of the County boundary. The body lay in the rain, prostrate and rigid, huddled in a hollow at the old Andersons reserve. Caressed by a light wind, the girl lay near old gravestones, dressed provocatively, still soliciting attention despite her demise. Puddles emptied to trickle across the grass toward her, flowing like a miniature tide, desperate to burrow beneath her short white cotton skirt. The water washed dead leaves in its wake until finally halted, stunted by the dead woman’s clothing, forced to linger on the wet sodden ground. With liquid cruelty it licked at her pale white skin, desperate to advance, shaping her outline in a watery halo as it flowed around her frigid form. As relevant as a ticking time bomb, as welcome as the gathering sludge, the milieu of tragedy encased her, a stained-glass portrait of death.

With a grimace, the Credence County Detective began to examine the figure, not touching her but visually exploring for clues. This was a bad one, very bad and like nothing she’d ever seen before. Meanwhile, the girl’s glassy eyes stared upward, searching the blemished sky, the captured reflection in her pupils a strange and smoky haze. She’d been spotted by a family, tragic in solace,  winter her only real witness. Regardless, the girl looked remarkably composed, serene and calm except for the blood on her chest, a frugal reminder from a hole that had once held her heart.

A little queasy, Gina leaned back on her haunches, clinging to her umbrella, trying to make sense of it all. This was a dreadful murder, so out of character for such a small town. As she fought to regain her composure, the downpour eased and the sound of raindrops faded, the tap, tap, tap of water from a nearby iron roof her only interruption. The body had been found near an aging toilet, obscured by concrete, tucked near the wallowing trees. Once this had been a refuge, a home for the sparrows and a relief for the harried and the lost. But now the surrounds were tainted, stalked by the discovery of murder, as a vehicle drew up to the door...

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"Hmmmmm, so what do you think Bob, unrequited love?"

Bob Delfino raised his eyebrows at her humour. It was hard to see under the hood of his white suit, just a smidgen of motion, creasing his lined forehead. When he did reply, it was in a dry tone, dark, but almost funny, his deep voice quite melodic.

"Never make fun of heartless women, Gina, particularly one that's been crucified!"

"Crucified, you're kidding me, right? As in Jesus Christ, crucified? God damn, Bob, you gotta be kidding, right?"

As the speaker quizzically shook his head, Gina leaned forward to take a closer look.

The old county coroner was right. The woman now lay on her back, stiff and rigid, staring vacantly into space, her arms lying loosely by her side. Her bloodied appendages no longer touched her short skirt, revealing the red stained holes that had been brutally driven through her wrists. Gina shook her head distastefully, she'd seen nothing like this before and she'd been in homicide for ten years.

"Jesus," she murmured, “And they say blondes have more fun!"

Sure, it was freaky and no laughing matter. Still, what the hell, flippancy was a detective’s best friend, right?

"Pontius Pilate, you think?" she inquired.

Bob, sighed and reached down to pick up the closest arm, to stare at the wound.

"Could have been any old ancient Roman" he responded dryly, "I hear time travel was pretty popular in those days. But look at these holes, Gina, elliptical and stretched, from being banged up on nails. She was strung up, alright, and while she was still alive too. This is a nasty case, detective, definitely a new low for me."

"Tell me about” replied Gina.” But she knew it was time to get serious. Murder of any sort, wasn't wanted in this town and this was a damned nasty case indeed.

A nearby voice shattered her thoughts

"I've spoken to the family who discovered the body, boss. Just randomly passing through and looking for a toilet stop. They're pretty shaken up."

Gina turned to face Zane Miller, her new partner in crime, ten years her junior, employed for the last seven months. Not that she was counting. He was a tall man, slim and clean-shaven, an ex-military type with a square jaw and an even squarer personality. But he was a hard worker, diligent and careful. If only he could take a joke.

"I can see why," said Gina, motioning to the dead girl's hands. "Living proof that kids and crucifixion don't mix."

She glanced up at the coroner, who raised his eyebrows scornfully. Unsurprisingly, Detective Sergeant Miller was not amused, his face a mask of distaste.

"Sheeeeit," he cried, real surprise in his mild Southern drawl. "No wonder they were so freaked. What in the hell is going on here?"

"Damned if I know, Zane," replied Gina. "You seen anything like this before?"

"Matter of fact I have, saw it in Iraq, a village south of Mosul. 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."

His face formed an angry scowl, hands forming frustrated fists. Miller usually had a slow fuse, but this seemed to have rattled him. Glaring down at the prone figure, he shook his head.

Gina grimaced at his response. Any suggestion of terrorism which was not too her liking at all. Somehow, she doubted fanaticism was afoot in Credence. Some fruit loop from the Bible belt maybe, but Muslim extremists? Despite her tasteless banter, some detachment was essential now, not outrage a matter she made abundantly clear.

"Mmmm," she murmured. "But this is America, Zane, innocent until proven guilty ok, so let’s make no assumptions. Good policing, one step at a time. Did the family see anything, any vehicles or people in the area?"

Miller shook his head, calmer now, more focused.

"Nothing, it was dead quiet here. There are some tracks, though, leaving the park, an RV maybe, or a 4x4. I guess we start there?”

"Agreed and we'll canvas the local neighbourhood too, see if anyone saw anything.” Gina pointed towards the entrance. “There's also a garage, just before the turn-off. Perry Ridges place. Talk to him and check the security camera's too. We’ll also need to take a good look around here, get some more uniforms in for a thorough scene inspection!”

She didn't feel too hopeful, but it was worth a try.

Switching back to the coroner, she enquired.

"First impressions, Bob?"

The older man humphed with annoyance. “Well, I can confirm she's dead if that helps. I need to get her back to the lab, to tell you more.”

The irritated frown on his face told Gina she would have to wait for his post-mortem results. She'd expected as much but needed answers.

"Ok, well, you get your scene examination finished and I'll see you at the morgue then?”

 Bob just grunted, doing what he always did, taking his sweet time. But Gina knew he'd do a thorough assessment. They would all have to get a move on, though. Already, the clouds were gathering and more rain was in the air. It was time to close off the crime scene while the coroner did his job. It looked like a long night lay ahead.

Tersely Gina found herself gazing over the wavering trees, towards the eastern hills. This place was close to another crime scene she’d attended. A year ago, not far from here, kidnap victim, Suzie Johnson, had vanished quite literally before eyes.  It was a memory that beset her often, an unsolved mystery as inexplicable as ever.

Gina sighed and forced herself back to the moment. Recently Suzie Johnson had been found, but had apparently lost her memory. As such, any explanation for her disappearance would have to wait. For now, this murder needed be her prime focus. Little did she know that this unexplained death and the Johnson abduction were connected with the latter about to haunt her again…

 

 

 

 

 


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