Out Of Love, chapter 2
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Billie Joe. CSI Oakland, made his way solemly through the woods that was overgrown with trees, dark, evil and eerie, matching the mood of the horrors that had occured within these parts. He arrived at the police line and spotted his collegue and friend Detective Inspector Mike Dirnt. Mike gave a nod of regonistion and gestured for billie joe to head his way. He did so and was filled in with all the necessary details.
Rose Murphy, lay dead - asfixation, her red lip stick smeared, her dark hair ruffled. Adrienne Nesser, the medical examiner informed Billie Joe that Rose had been dead for just over 2 hours then left the CSI to get on with his job. As she walked away Billie Joe turned his head to look at her once more, to take in her amazing figure, he loved her but he had never had the guts to tell her but for now he was happy enough to admire her from a far.
For the next few hours Billie Joe examined the entire crime scene, collecting all the evidence, all the traces of what the killer had left behind. It looked sickenly familuar to another scene that he had investigated, the victim then had a simular build and apperance as Rose. He now had the fear that they had a seriel killer on their hands. Great. The Sheriff will love that, Billie Joe thought.
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He watched as the jogger had innocently stumbled across the body, the look of sicken horror on his face when he realised what he had found, how he throw up at a near-by tree, how in a state of frantic confusion he fumbled through his jacket pocket to retrieve his mobile phone and dial 911.
He watched as the cops pulled up and sealed the scene. How the man who must have been the detective acted very matter of factly, how the M.E examined the body. A young female, very attractive, dark hair - simular appareance to Rose. He watched her closely, loked at her suit, all prestine and smart. The way she carried her self, it seemed as if even into today's society she still had a fight to gain respect from fellow, male collegued to be taken seriously as one of them. He liked woman like that, not willing to be shuned or pushed around, he liked this one very much.
He watched the forensic guy. He was smart enough to know that her was the one to fear the most. Other people that had killed fear the police but the dectives just chased the lies, it was the scientists, the forensics that soved the cases. he knew this and took precautions against this. Still he watched him carefully noticing everything he bagged. He watched him till even he left, leaving the once bustling crime scene now quiet and chilled.
Rose Murphy, lay dead - asfixation, her red lip stick smeared, her dark hair ruffled. Adrienne Nesser, the medical examiner informed Billie Joe that Rose had been dead for just over 2 hours then left the CSI to get on with his job. As she walked away Billie Joe turned his head to look at her once more, to take in her amazing figure, he loved her but he had never had the guts to tell her but for now he was happy enough to admire her from a far.
For the next few hours Billie Joe examined the entire crime scene, collecting all the evidence, all the traces of what the killer had left behind. It looked sickenly familuar to another scene that he had investigated, the victim then had a simular build and apperance as Rose. He now had the fear that they had a seriel killer on their hands. Great. The Sheriff will love that, Billie Joe thought.
***
He watched as the jogger had innocently stumbled across the body, the look of sicken horror on his face when he realised what he had found, how he throw up at a near-by tree, how in a state of frantic confusion he fumbled through his jacket pocket to retrieve his mobile phone and dial 911.
He watched as the cops pulled up and sealed the scene. How the man who must have been the detective acted very matter of factly, how the M.E examined the body. A young female, very attractive, dark hair - simular appareance to Rose. He watched her closely, loked at her suit, all prestine and smart. The way she carried her self, it seemed as if even into today's society she still had a fight to gain respect from fellow, male collegued to be taken seriously as one of them. He liked woman like that, not willing to be shuned or pushed around, he liked this one very much.
He watched the forensic guy. He was smart enough to know that her was the one to fear the most. Other people that had killed fear the police but the dectives just chased the lies, it was the scientists, the forensics that soved the cases. he knew this and took precautions against this. Still he watched him carefully noticing everything he bagged. He watched him till even he left, leaving the once bustling crime scene now quiet and chilled.
