Hello friends! Here is another installment in the short story I am writing as you read this blog. Please note that there may be grammatical and formatting errors because what you are being privileged to read is indeed the first draft. There has been no editing done at this time. However, I will continue developing this story and when it is finished the entire work will be edited and published as a new novel. Hopefully, I can count on some of you to give me feedback as I go and maybe some positive comments that I can use to help promote the book when it is published. So, without further adieu, please enjoy this new installment. 🙂
The Diet Cola Killer (working title)
The Wallop County Coroner was already on the scene along with several officers of the county Sheriffs office when he arrived. Detective Noah Jacobs was the homicide detective that was assigned to investigate the murder of Ima Rawlings. Walking to the location of the body he stopped to let the coroner know he was there and to see if he’d discovered anything that would be useful to his investigation.
Dr. Hensley was kneeling beside the body. “It seems that our assailant had no weapon. The only indication of a struggle are these bruises around the neck. This was very vicious, Noah” said the doctor. He called officer Jacobs by his first name because they have been friends and co-workers for many years. Noah looked over the crime scene. He had noticed a plate that was shattered on the floor and the cookies strewn about. A glass of of what appeared to be a water and tea mixture was sitting on the night stand. It was only half full. Someone had drank from the glass and left his finger prints and DNA. Officer Jacobs carefully placed his handkerchief over his left hand and picked up the glass. He placed it, with its remaining contents in a zip-lock bag and marked it as evidence.
While looking over the body, he noticed that the bed covers were in disarray. “It appears that the struggle began near the front door and finished in the bedroom.” “Yes” replied the doctor. “But she wasn’t murdered here on the floor. She was dead before she ever got here.” Noah stood quiet for a moment, contemplating what probably happened. “So our perp killed her in the living room and carried her body in here.” The doctor looked deeply in his eyes and replied “It’s not that simple Noah. There are no marks on the body to indicate that she had been lifted. Our killer must have strangled her while standing, possibly so that he could see the life leave her while face to face. I surmise that once he was satisfied of her death he continued to lift her by the throat, carried her in here and dumped the body here on the bed and it then slid off the bed to the floor. This was a very gruesome killing, Noah.”
Detective Jacobs looked about the room with a steel jaw. He was determined to find this killer, no matter what he had to do.