The stench of dead bodies lined up by the riverside nauseated Detective Ivy as the horror of what she saw flushed her cheeks. There were about 5 dead bodies her team had dug up and by the look of it, it was going to be a long day as more bodies were discovered. So far, all victims were women, all having their left hands severed and butchered from their shoulders; the missing parts not discovered yet. The thought of a serial killer on the loose clouded her thoughts with fear, trepidation and premonition of worse things to happen. These victims could have been dead for 3 days or more, her own speculation of course, until she gets the specifics from the coroner’s office.
The wind was stiff and air stank. The area was cordoned by crime-scene tapes and barricades, in order to protect the crime scene from intruders even though there was less likelihood of any. The surroundings, prima facie, looked deserted and abandoned.
A Herculean task was now ahead of her because the only witness she had was a trail biker in his 40s who rode over some fingers which were sticking out from the ground and rang the police. Any answer to the thousands of questions in her head would have to be answered by these dead unfortunate victims, murdered and buried by an unknown serial killer who is still on the loose.
(To be continued)
Daily Prompt: Wind
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