Chapters 1
with strong features, he completed the circle. From his fingers, dripping blood as he works his up close look. Another was found and soon it would be perfect.
echoed in the semi-darkness of the cool October night the soft moans of the man who was tied up in the middle of the living room. Only a moment he whispered, then everything is over. Only a short moment and you will be part of something bigger. He pulled a small packet of matches from his coat pocket and went to the man who was chained to the floor. Then he fixed his cold gray eyes upon him, concluded she for a moment and threw the match on his own. It flew through the air and landed on the ground. With a hiss of a sudden the whole room was in flames in a short time and only the agonizing screams were heard in the alley. With a smile, he closed the door of the house behind him and walked toward his car. It was still a lot to do.
As Inspector Bradley Crawford got out of his car it started to rain lightly and the first heavy drops fell on his head. He pulled his jacket tighter around himself and breathed in the cool night air. He was called to another crime scene within shortest time been made and none of them he was a little smarter. With rapid steps he approached the crime scene. Only a few journalists had done it at this early time out into the deserted part of town. That he was quite right, so he had to explain not so much and could concentrate better on the situation. Inspector Crawford worked several years for the murder department in Chicago, but he had in his career, never seen such brutal murders in the last few days. From the evidence and the various crime scenes, he was not making sense. What did the perpetrators to tell him only what he had missed. He went once the facts by which he had read the night before. Nothing made sense. The two previous bodies, a man and a woman, had been found in two different places and had no real connections to each other. Again, this scene did not fit into the series. He looked around thoughtfully. The crime scene was a small family house in a good old neighborhood in the outer districts of Chicago. Just before the depression here was the pure life and children have been romped on the lawn, but now fall almost all the houses were deserted and only riff-raff and wandered about in the not very illuminating ways. Who would then be able to see the perpetrator? As his attention back to the house was set up to meet him already Lieutenant Alberto Viletti. He looked pale and seemed to hit this scene especially on the stomach. And what can they tell me Lieutenant Viletti said Crawford. Well sir. The body was found inside the house in the living room. The corpse, it seems to be a man was tied up and then burned. Revealing a part of the house was damaged. The fire brigade was called to the fire, the corpse had been found in parts of the roof, which was broken due to the fire together. At the moment it is very difficult to see anything because of the many traces of fire, the fire department says that maybe in the morning will be better and then the house will be given to the commission-free. The body is straight and comes packaged in the forensic medicine, he said breathlessly. Very good lieutenant, made a good job, but I would still like to see the crime scene if possible the same even if it is currently not make us smarter, "said Crawford. With vigorous steps he approached the front porch. A firefighter stood at the entrance of the house and looked at her in suspicion. Since they can not now enter Sir, this is a crime scene, he said, as Crawford approached the door. Yes young man, I got that, but that is my crime scene, he pulled out his police badge out and showed it to him. I just need to take a look around, I'll touch nothing, he said with a small grin and pushed by the fireman in the house. The entrance was dark and only the distant light from the street drew the few inconspicuous contours of the Ganges to the interior. Crawford walked with cautious steps towards the scene. The voices grew louder and he followed that soon he could make the big room in the back of the house. On entering it was so similar to the big hole where once was the roof had to be, it was now distributed in many parts charred inside the room. It looked like a huge pile of under which a S body was. He walked a few steps along the wall in order to have a better look at the place and saw Dr. Agatha Jenkins, who worked on a charred was slightly bent. Crawford cleared his throat. Jenkins looked up and twisted his face into a pained smile. Actually we wanted to but no longer need it that often, is not it. Right, Crawford said, but right now it looks like we need each other even for a little while longer endure. What do they have for me, Doctor?
in the moment now there's not much to say. Like I've said is Lieutenant Viletti it is the body of a man just as the position of the body, is increasing in that he was murdered, but they know more after the autopsy. As always sir, said she turned their attention back to the corpse Nahm.
careful guys, we need the body as a whole please get out of here so you try a little scolded Dr. Jenkins. She helped to put the corpse Participated in a body bag, packed up their utensils and nodded to Inspector Crawford, as she was leaving behind the body of the room.
He looked even keep a little. The soot marks, he could see traces of writing, a light brown color, contained yet to read anything was impossible. He once went to the break point of the roof to get a close look to gain. Everything seemed so made and deliberately, as in the last two cases. Only the strange writing was found at both crime scenes and also here, but what they could mean only? Inspector Crawford pointed to the crime scene photographer who had just come through the door to come to him. He pointed to some place he would have absolutely photographed, and then let the man do his work. Nothing fits together, but Crawford had the feeling that everything was somehow connected to each other. Only how? Thoughtfully, he left the house.
had begun outside it to rain harder and it was a wind to come. Lieutenant Viletti again seemed to have found his natural loquacity and took care of already busy at the two journalists anxiously waited outside the fence of the house. Crawford looked up in the slowly fading night sky, it would still be a long day, he thought.
