The Tunnel

John and Jane Doe

“This world becomes more atrocious every second,” White said, feeling how her stomach turned upside down.

Before her eyes were something so awful and atrocious; how can a human do this to another? Only someone with a soul so corrupted and dark sent from the abyss of hell, a living incarnation of the devil.

On the ground lay a woman and a man completely naked. They were both pale, almost like paper. They were holding hands, and their hands were bound with each other's tendons.

They were missing the tips of their fingers and their toes. They had an incision from the stomach to the neck like someone performed an autopsy on them. They both had marks on their wrist like they were restrained by something. She had her v****a turned open by something; he had his rectus turned open, and he was castrated. But the killer didn’t think it was enough to do all this; he had to cut their heads off too.

“Whoever did this is an animal,” Emma said

“Can you tell me an estimated time of death?” White asked examining the bodies carefully.

“Between 24 and 36 hours, you can see that the body is starting to look green, and they are starting to smell like rotten meat. I tried to check the liver temperature, but they don't have a liver. The killer removed it.”

“I noticed that there is no blood anywhere in here, and they look pale, don't tell me......”

Emily cut her off and told her. “It is what you think, honey; they were exsanguinated.”

“Jesus Christ, what did these two do to deserve this.”

“I am not sure, but with all this damage, I think he hated just watching them breathe.”

“How tall are they? and can you give me the age of the victims?”

“Our John Doe is approximately 5'9," and Jane Doe here is approximately 4' 9. If I must guess, I will say between 30-40 years old,”

“Their bodies look young and healthy I can work with those ages.”

“Alright, I will start wrapping it up to take them to the morgue. I will make a full report, and I will send it to you to see If we can find anything to ID our Romeo and Juliet.”

“No fingerprints, no head, no blood; this will be a mission to ID these two. And it's going to be more challenging to find who did it.”

Detective White checked her watch, and it was 9:40 pm.

Miss Stone texted one of the CSIs outside the tunnel. She needed help to move the bodies and put them in the transport because she didn’t want to rip apart the tendons connecting them. The CSI arrived and took a few pictures of the bodies, their hands, feet, intimate parts, and the area surrounding the bodies.

“Emma, that's it! we are looking for two perpetrators.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you just showed me that you couldn’t lift the two bodies by yourself.”

“But what about if one of the bodies was dumped first, and then he went and grabbed the other one?”

“Then he stitched their hands together in here in plain sight? I don't think so; they had to be stitched together before they were dumped. Which means they had to be carried together, which is impossible for one person considering they are full-grown adults.”

“Before you go, can I have a flashlight?”

“Yes, here take it.”

“Sorry that I am taking too much of your time I’ll let you get the bodies out of here.”

The ME took the bodies with her and the other CSI. Detective White kept looking around, and she saw drag marks, so she decided to follow them. They lead her to the other end of the tunnel. She kept following them a little bit farther away from the tunnel entrance, but she came to a dead end.

This must be where they stopped, she thought.

She squatted down and started scanning the ground from right to left because the human eye is used to read left to right, and the brain tends to fill spots on the head. The ground was filled with leaves, but there they were, marks that a vehicle had been there. The vegetation was too thick to drive through. The only entry and exit point to this end of the tunnel were to drive on this trail. She then started walking on the trail.

There was a loud gunshot.

“Baby, please stay with me,” she said while crying.

“Everything is going to be okay, Alice; there is no place I will rather be than here beside you I just wish it would have been for a longer time.” He said with his last breath.”

She dropped a tear while walking on the trail that reminded her of that event.

As she kept walking, she came to a road leading in two directions. To the right side was connecting to a pavement road, and on the left side was a trail just like the one she was walking on. There were tire marks coming from where she was, tire marks going in the direction of the other trail, tire marks going into the pavement road, and tire marks coming from the other trail into the paved road.

In plain sight, the marks looked all the same, but she needed to confirm that with someone else. But she was 90% sure they were a match.

Why would the same car be coming from every direction? she thought.

She opted for taking the left side to see what was at the end of the trail. She followed the trail, and she started to see police lights. She kept walking, and in no time, she was back at the house where she had parked her car.

“Detective, where did you come from?” Hackman asked.

“I was following a trail from outside the tunnel, and it led me to a two-way intersection, and I picked up the left side, and it led me back here.”

“How long it took you to walk down here?”

“I checked my watch at 9:40 pm now it’s 10:00 pm; I have been walking for 20 minutes, but if you subtract the part from the tunnel to the intersection, it would have been like 10 minutes walking and much less if you are driving.”

“Would you say that it will take you 5 minutes driving?”

“With your car maybe, with mine less than that,” White said while looking at Hackman’s car with disappointment.

“I see that you got jokes.”

“I am not joking it is true, but why you ask?”

“In my case, the kid was taken 5 minutes prior to patrol arriving at the scene. There is no way he could have been taken and been gone that fast, but with the trail that you found, it’s possible.”

“I found some skid marks on the paved road, and the trails have multiple tire marks going back and forth. So, it’s possible that my killer and your kidnapper took the same route to escape, met at the intersection, and went their ways. "