I changed the course and drove to the crime scene Beverly hills, California; yellow tapes sealed off the entire mansion. Judging by the mansion, she was a high profile woman with a high profile case.
The mansion was filled with reporters, and flashing lights snapping photographs. It was a front page news, no doubt.
"Stay back, hazardous chemicals.," an officer shouted over the crowd.
There were women shrieking with their guts out about the crime scene. I have found news reporters especially women to be irritating.
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The huge basement reeked, a smell blend of chemicals and decay. I smoked atleast a pack a day, a habit that was not doing me any favours here. The room was dark and damp. The darkness was thick and opressive. The stench almost knocked me over.
It smelled rotten in literal terms and evil in symbolic terms.
I put on a gloove, scanning the room. A cupboard in the corner caught my eye, a faint trail of something pooling beneath it. I reached out and opened the door.
Five bodies toppled forward, half decomposed and tangled together, a tangle of twisted limbs and hallowed eyes.
"Jesus christ!"
Never in my life I have witnessed something so horrific in my entire career. I had dealt with a homicide before between husbands and wife, girlfriend and the cheater.
But this?!
This is extraordinary.
"Did you find anything?," I asked.
"Sir, we found a tablets here.," an officer called, holding a pill bottle upto a dim light. Porforol. Heavy-duty sedatives. I discovered many destructive tools like knifes, scissors, sledgehammer, scalpel, medical instruments for surgeries.
A book shelf filled with anatomy of an eye, ophthalmic surgery procedure. Anything that was related to eye. Everything you had need to know to tear someone's gaze out cleanly.
My skin prickled. What was I dealing with here?
"Sir, we found something in the backyard."
There's more?
I followed him outside. He gestured to a patch of ground "one of the guys thought it was a rock. But it wasn't."
I used a shovel to dig the ground. An ominous aura emitted from the ground. Some resistive force told me not to dig it but a human mind is full of curiosity. I felt anxiety, a thrill and an strong intuition that something terrible is hidden beneath it. I could feel something hard as I dug.
I found something.
"Skulls. Jesus. A spine-chilling woman."