Chloe stood in front of the crime scene. Taking it all in.
The gore.
The sadism.
The rage.
The uncontrollable need.
Whoever or whatever had done this might not be an animal but he or she might as well be one. His brain worked in a way more primitive. It had failed to develop enough to absorb the true nature of what he had done. This was impulsive. This was passion in the rawest of forms.
This was submission.
She felt imagined how he felt as he tore through the woman's skin. Felt as resistance gave way to life. Watched the repercussions of the tear as it sprayed against the walls of the house.
Split and pooled down the porch. Encompassing her in his artistic masterpiece.
Chloe watched the yellow cards marking the difference items found around the dead body. A pink purse, with its contents scattered. Her cell phone screen cracked and switched off. Her lipstick rolled away and tucked into a nook between the flower pot and wall. Blazing red. Pieces of notes around her body, she was sure some were missing.
Every last spatter clear under the bright lights that the forensic units had set up around the scene.
Taking out a plastic packet from her coat pocket she ripped it open and pulled the gloves over her hands.
"Have you clicked pictures of her purse and these papers?" Chloe asked Derek.
Derek was the photographer for the forensic team. He was tall well-built man in his early twenties. He was much younger than Chloe. Boyish even. Which was always the impression he left behind on anyone he met. He was easy going and always cracking jokes to compensate for the dark side of his job. You would never feel the morbidity of his job around him.
And the fact the he was attractive added another layer to his charm.
Derek walked closer to Chloe, placing his camera in front of his face he snapped away a series of pictures. And not for the first time Chloe noticed how tall he was. Towering at the height of six foot four, he was almost intimidating, holding an undertone raw sexual masculinity.
Turning to face Chloe he smiled. His sweet flirtatious smile that always seemed to be holding onto some secret that Chloe was never let into and said, "Now I am chief."
Chloe rolled her eyes, failing to meet his eyes before bending down to pick up the scattered pieces of paper that still flew on the blood covered wood.
Specs of blood spattered on some of the papers as she skimmed through them.
"Standard patient notes, some details and lists of whatever the doctors needed done for them. Some of their personal information. I am guessing to build that nurse patient rapport. List of wedding venues and caterers. Seems pretty…" Chloe trailed off as she held the last sheet of paper in her hands.
Typed on it was written,
"For the sins of today to take away your tomorrow.
The dark of the night, does not secrets keep."
"Well, shit." Derek and Chloe muttered in unison.