Mystery and Crime Fiction posted October 20, 2017 | Chapters: | Prologue -1- 2... |
The detective knows the woman killed
A chapter in the book Detective Monroe
Monroe Questions his sanity
by SLMorrical
The author has placed a warning on this post for violence.
The author has placed a warning on this post for sexual content.
Background A serial killer that appears to be the main homicide detective |
"Detective Monroe, what is your twenty?" Detective Eddie Monroe was trying to ignore the radio.
Bob, the bartender & owner of Casey's Bar & Grill, looked at Eddie Monroe. "Hey Eddie it sounds like the station wants you."
Detective Monroe looked up at Bob. "I know, Bob, but I haven't been able to sit down and chill since the first girl was found murdered."
" Monroe! Are you there?"
"Monroe here, what's up?"
"Where are you?"
"I am eating lunch; you do know what that is, don't you?"
"Yes sir!", The officer sounded like a scolded child. "Sir we have another one."
"Where is the crime scene this time?" Monroe said in disappointment.
"In a home in the Ariz subdivision; the victim is a mother of two."
"Thanks, be there in ten minutes."
A pause overshadowed the radio, "Sir we have a suspect this time".
"Good, maybe we can close this case and life can return to normal." Detective Monroe knew that was a statement of false hope, because a detective's life is never normal.
Eddie left Casey's Bar & Grill, got into his 1969 cherry red Ford Mustang, and started the engine. She started right up, "Purrs like a kitten". The Mustang was Eddie's pride and joy, and he could leave the world behind when he was at the wheel, but not this time. Detective Monroe could not get the picture of what was waiting for him at the crime scence out of his mind at the crime scene. The Mustang pulled in to the driveway of 1669 Ariz Road, Ariz subdivision.
"Detective Monroe, over here," Officer Chad waved him over.
"Where is the suspect, officer?"
"Over here, and you will not believe this," Chad stated. "The suspect is the woman's fifteen year old son."
Monroe stopped dead in his tracks, stared at Chad for a moment in disbelieve. The boy was sitting in the police cruiser. Eddie looked at the boy and the blood on his shirt, which was probably from the victim. "What is your name, son?" The boy looked him in the eye. His blue eyes had the look of innocence. He looked like the boy next door with his clean cut straight blonde hair, Monroe thought, this has to be a mistake.
"My name is Tommy Sewer." The boy paused. "How is my sister? Where is she? Where is Clair?" The boy is not acting like he just killed someone and was caught.
Officer Chad stepped in front of Monroe to answer the boy. "She is at the hospital." Chad turned toward Detective Monroe. "We had to sedate the girl. She was hysterical."
Monroe looked at the boy, "Tell me what happened, son?"
Tommy looked at Monroe with confusion. "Don't I know you?"
"I am Detective Eddie Monroe, Homicide."
Monroe turned toward Officer Chad, "Take me to the body." Eddie just knew what he what he would see. Chad led him into the house, to the living room floor, where the woman's body was lying. There was a pool of blood surrounding the body.
"Has forensics been here yet?"
"They are on their way, sir!"
"Yeah, same M.O. The woman's throat was cut from the left ear to just under the right cheek. The autopsy will also show she was sexually assaulted, and no DNA will be found." Monroe stated as a matter of fact.
"I have never seen a dead body." Chad stated.
"Well Chad as you see the left ring finger has been severed and stuffed in the victim's mouth." After careful examination Chad noticed visible blood drops hanging from the finger's tendons, and the blood pool underneath the victim's head, and realized the brutality of this murder.
"I am sure the autopsy will tell us the same man we have been looking for the last six month also committed this murdered." Monroe was probing the body with such precision; then his face turned white. Eddie shouted in disbelief "Oh my god!"
"What is it Detective?"
"I can't believe what I 'm seeing, it's Vicky." Monroe was horrified.
"You know this woman Sir?"
"Yes but I haven't seen her in years. No wonder the kid recognized me."
An older man came up to Monroe to get his attention. "I am looking for Detective Monroe."
"I'm Monroe."
"Let me introduce myself I am Carl James with forensics."
"What happened to Joe?"
"His wife had complications with her pregnancy, so he took some leave."
"Okay; well here is your victim, thirty-six year old white female with throat cut and left ring finger severed and stuffed in her mouth. Also you will find sexual assault."
"I will have the forensic reports for you tonight, Detective."
"Thank you Carl and welcome aboard to one of the worst cases the Melview Police Department has ever had."
After leaving the crime scene, Monroe headed back to his car, intending to question Tommy's sister at the hospital. On his way, Eddie could not get the picture out of his mind of Vicky's body. "I can't believe the woman I almost married, was murdered, or that her son is her killer, and the killer of those other women." He arrived at the hospital, found out Claire Sewer was heavily sedated, and could not be questioned. Monroe decided to go have dinner and a drink; it was already six pm.
Detective Monroe was at his desk looking over the forensic reports of all four victims, then leaned back in his chair, and noticed all the women were sexual assaulted, but there is no DNA found, it was nine pm. "Where does the time go", he thought to himself. The phone rang "Monroe Homicide."
"Sir this is Officer Johnston we have another murder."
"Where is it this time?"
"This one is Behind Casey's Bar & Grill."
"Who called it in?"
"Bob Hart the bartender; He was taking out the trash when he discovered the body."
"Okay Johnston, I am on my way."
While driving to the murder scene, Eddie realized that this clears the kid, because Tommy was in jail. Monroe arrived at Casey's, moved his way through the crowd of onlookers, and went to the back of the building.
"Eddie you're here."
"Hey Bob how did you find the body?"
"Well after you left I took out the trash."
"After I left, that was this afternoon." Monroe sounded confused.
"No Eddie, you were here tonight, don't you remember?" Monroe was confused; why would Bob say he was at the bar this evening when he was at the station; was he so upset about this afternoon that he walked around in a daze? The doctor did say that his head injury he received last year might give him some blackouts in the future. Eddie thought no I remember being at the station all day and night until the call came in at nine.
"Hey Eddie, are you alright?" Bob appeared concerned.
"Well not really." Monroe was beginning to doubt himself. "Officer Johnston, have the forensic report on my desk by nine am tomorrow morning. There's something I need to do." Officer Johnston and Bob looked at each other as Monroe drove off.
Monroe decided to look at every place a body was found, and began to question if he was not involved in some way. As he visited each place, he questioned his knowledge of the area and the women that were murdered. These women were all between thirty-five and forty-five years old. Four of them Eddie has never seen before, and the fifth victim he almost married. These women were not similar in any way, except for their age and they were all single. Monroe began to have suspicions about his own sanity. "I could not have killed those women," he said, attempting to control the overwhelming emotions. Eddie decided to just go home and mull this over.
Bob, the bartender & owner of Casey's Bar & Grill, looked at Eddie Monroe. "Hey Eddie it sounds like the station wants you."
Detective Monroe looked up at Bob. "I know, Bob, but I haven't been able to sit down and chill since the first girl was found murdered."
" Monroe! Are you there?"
"Monroe here, what's up?"
"Where are you?"
"I am eating lunch; you do know what that is, don't you?"
"Yes sir!", The officer sounded like a scolded child. "Sir we have another one."
"Where is the crime scene this time?" Monroe said in disappointment.
"In a home in the Ariz subdivision; the victim is a mother of two."
"Thanks, be there in ten minutes."
A pause overshadowed the radio, "Sir we have a suspect this time".
"Good, maybe we can close this case and life can return to normal." Detective Monroe knew that was a statement of false hope, because a detective's life is never normal.
Eddie left Casey's Bar & Grill, got into his 1969 cherry red Ford Mustang, and started the engine. She started right up, "Purrs like a kitten". The Mustang was Eddie's pride and joy, and he could leave the world behind when he was at the wheel, but not this time. Detective Monroe could not get the picture of what was waiting for him at the crime scence out of his mind at the crime scene. The Mustang pulled in to the driveway of 1669 Ariz Road, Ariz subdivision.
"Detective Monroe, over here," Officer Chad waved him over.
"Where is the suspect, officer?"
"Over here, and you will not believe this," Chad stated. "The suspect is the woman's fifteen year old son."
Monroe stopped dead in his tracks, stared at Chad for a moment in disbelieve. The boy was sitting in the police cruiser. Eddie looked at the boy and the blood on his shirt, which was probably from the victim. "What is your name, son?" The boy looked him in the eye. His blue eyes had the look of innocence. He looked like the boy next door with his clean cut straight blonde hair, Monroe thought, this has to be a mistake.
"My name is Tommy Sewer." The boy paused. "How is my sister? Where is she? Where is Clair?" The boy is not acting like he just killed someone and was caught.
Officer Chad stepped in front of Monroe to answer the boy. "She is at the hospital." Chad turned toward Detective Monroe. "We had to sedate the girl. She was hysterical."
Monroe looked at the boy, "Tell me what happened, son?"
Tommy looked at Monroe with confusion. "Don't I know you?"
"I am Detective Eddie Monroe, Homicide."
Monroe turned toward Officer Chad, "Take me to the body." Eddie just knew what he what he would see. Chad led him into the house, to the living room floor, where the woman's body was lying. There was a pool of blood surrounding the body.
"Has forensics been here yet?"
"They are on their way, sir!"
"Yeah, same M.O. The woman's throat was cut from the left ear to just under the right cheek. The autopsy will also show she was sexually assaulted, and no DNA will be found." Monroe stated as a matter of fact.
"I have never seen a dead body." Chad stated.
"Well Chad as you see the left ring finger has been severed and stuffed in the victim's mouth." After careful examination Chad noticed visible blood drops hanging from the finger's tendons, and the blood pool underneath the victim's head, and realized the brutality of this murder.
"I am sure the autopsy will tell us the same man we have been looking for the last six month also committed this murdered." Monroe was probing the body with such precision; then his face turned white. Eddie shouted in disbelief "Oh my god!"
"What is it Detective?"
"I can't believe what I 'm seeing, it's Vicky." Monroe was horrified.
"You know this woman Sir?"
"Yes but I haven't seen her in years. No wonder the kid recognized me."
An older man came up to Monroe to get his attention. "I am looking for Detective Monroe."
"I'm Monroe."
"Let me introduce myself I am Carl James with forensics."
"What happened to Joe?"
"His wife had complications with her pregnancy, so he took some leave."
"Okay; well here is your victim, thirty-six year old white female with throat cut and left ring finger severed and stuffed in her mouth. Also you will find sexual assault."
"I will have the forensic reports for you tonight, Detective."
"Thank you Carl and welcome aboard to one of the worst cases the Melview Police Department has ever had."
After leaving the crime scene, Monroe headed back to his car, intending to question Tommy's sister at the hospital. On his way, Eddie could not get the picture out of his mind of Vicky's body. "I can't believe the woman I almost married, was murdered, or that her son is her killer, and the killer of those other women." He arrived at the hospital, found out Claire Sewer was heavily sedated, and could not be questioned. Monroe decided to go have dinner and a drink; it was already six pm.
Detective Monroe was at his desk looking over the forensic reports of all four victims, then leaned back in his chair, and noticed all the women were sexual assaulted, but there is no DNA found, it was nine pm. "Where does the time go", he thought to himself. The phone rang "Monroe Homicide."
"Sir this is Officer Johnston we have another murder."
"Where is it this time?"
"This one is Behind Casey's Bar & Grill."
"Who called it in?"
"Bob Hart the bartender; He was taking out the trash when he discovered the body."
"Okay Johnston, I am on my way."
While driving to the murder scene, Eddie realized that this clears the kid, because Tommy was in jail. Monroe arrived at Casey's, moved his way through the crowd of onlookers, and went to the back of the building.
"Eddie you're here."
"Hey Bob how did you find the body?"
"Well after you left I took out the trash."
"After I left, that was this afternoon." Monroe sounded confused.
"No Eddie, you were here tonight, don't you remember?" Monroe was confused; why would Bob say he was at the bar this evening when he was at the station; was he so upset about this afternoon that he walked around in a daze? The doctor did say that his head injury he received last year might give him some blackouts in the future. Eddie thought no I remember being at the station all day and night until the call came in at nine.
"Hey Eddie, are you alright?" Bob appeared concerned.
"Well not really." Monroe was beginning to doubt himself. "Officer Johnston, have the forensic report on my desk by nine am tomorrow morning. There's something I need to do." Officer Johnston and Bob looked at each other as Monroe drove off.
Monroe decided to look at every place a body was found, and began to question if he was not involved in some way. As he visited each place, he questioned his knowledge of the area and the women that were murdered. These women were all between thirty-five and forty-five years old. Four of them Eddie has never seen before, and the fifth victim he almost married. These women were not similar in any way, except for their age and they were all single. Monroe began to have suspicions about his own sanity. "I could not have killed those women," he said, attempting to control the overwhelming emotions. Eddie decided to just go home and mull this over.
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