Detective Smith was standing quietly
watching the horrifying scene that was in front of her, there was fear in her
eyes as she was turning to me, “It Is the third,” she said, then I took a look
at what she was saying, the extra awfulness of that scene, to the dog that was
being held by the dead arms of the corpse, "the Taxidermian" had
murdered again. I don´t like the word, but it was the name that the papers had nicknamed the killer.
The first one was an old lady in her old-fashioned Victorian house and a
dissected raven was found near the victim, we thought then that the raven was
part of the house but then, a week afterwards an old fat train driver was found
dead with a dissected snake around his neck. The papers started having
"The Taxidermian" as headlines that week, I can even imagine
tomorrow´s headlines "The taxidermian hits again" in the papers, and
something like "Are the police as dissected as the animals founded with the
victims?" in the tabloids.
Detective Smith called me out of my thoughts when she moved the dog to
let the forensics examine the victim, “Like the other two, this gentleman doesn´t
seem to have any remarkable bruise or sings of a fight, it seems like you are
going to have to wait for the autopsy to establish the cause of death,” the forensic said. "Yeah, like the other two,” I replied.
I wasn’t very happy with the work that the forensics were doing, all my
team in general, all of them were so dumb, so average, none of them found or
were following any of the clues that I was leaving on the corpses.
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