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 Where There's Thunder..., Tag: Detective Locke
Paz Lietz
 Posted: Apr 30 2018, 06:51 PM
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The rain didn't give a shit about their crime scene. Even just the misting was enough to fuck them over, leaving the blond to be disappointed before she even arrived on the scene. The first responders had already taped off the area by the time Paz and the other processor, Quinn, arrived. There was trash everywhere, a body laid out face down in a pool of blood and the buildings side-door completely busted from its hinges. Whatever had happened had spilled out onto the street from the side of the store.

Quinn gave her the nod to go in, the stocky man staying out front to take care of that area. Crossing the threshold, as Paz folded up her wet jacket by the front and pulled on her shoe covers, she found that there was another body lying in the middle of the convenience store. The deceased's was sprawled out on his back, clutching what looked to be a sandwich, laying in a pool of what smelled like soda and booze. This was already starting to look like a double homicide...but then she heard a woman scream in hysteria. So now there was at least a witness. There was going to be a lot of work with everything thrashed about. She ended up stopping to listen to one of the officers point out a few things she might wanna check out on top of the norm. Though something definitely not masked or hidden was the smell. A very strong one.

Wet dog.

The woman's frantic yells were coming from the apartment upstairs where more of the scene seemed to unfold. Heading upstairs, two men were trying to calm the woman down, but the portly woman was yelling in tongues and partially in Spanish. Paz stayed in the living room with them, taking note of things that might have been out of place, marking and photographing in the background to the conversation. She was most definitely listening but didn't dare jump in just yet, not recognizing the detectives on duty. Paz liked to think she knew all the detectives by now, but these two she didn't recognize right away. The blond knew a little Spanish, but even the bits she could make out were frantic. She was repeating the phrase:

Homebre-Lobo


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There was always a sense of dread when it came to violent homicides. Now if it were simply a gunshot, hit and run, something fairly normal, then they could do their job with the usual mountain of paperwork. But if the homicide was ruled to be supernaturally caused, then a whole new process would have to be followed. Human laws weren’t always followed by supernaturals and they certainly didn’t let themselves be punished for it either.

Having arrived and taken a quick tour of the scene, Locke had followed the officer who had first met him at the police tape over to one of his department’s officers, Detective Grimes. After a short discussion with Grimes, he had heard several officers trying to calm down a lady in the floor above and moving up with Grimes, removed the officers from the room and tried to talk some sense into her.

It was no use of course. She was both in shock and rambling loudly in Spanish. What annoyed Locke, even more, was the repeated words “Hombre-Lobo” coming out of her mouth. Locke knew that term. Everyone knew that word. Sending out Grimes with the lady, he stepped away to look at the scene once more. It had to be a fucking werewolf, didn’t it?

Noticing the forensic officer on duty, he moved over to her with a polite smile. ”I’m Lieutenant Locke. What have you got for me? She’s saying it was a werewolf. Are there any indicators to back up her claims?” he asked, returning his gaze to the mess around them. He certainly felt the slashed up bodies, a pair, in fact, could fall into such categories but he never liked to just assume.

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