Midsummer Murders

On the day he was called from retirement, David Reynolds had slept in till 7:00 a.m. Normally he got up around six to see the dawn, but life was good these days. His world had been at peace for almost eighteen months, so he decided to skip the damn dawn and get an extra hour's sleep. David was standing on the porch with his shirt off, sipping a mug of coffee. His left arm glinted in the morning sun--from the bicep down, it was made entirely of metal. He gazed out at the wide ocean, hazy in the morning light. Of medium height, with blue eyes and tousled dark hair, he was handsome in a rugged kind of way. Once upon a time, he had been an FBI legend but was now settling into retirement after 25 years of service at the bureau. David was disturbed from his reverie by the ping on his computer in the kitchen. Ping, Ping, Ping, Ping. Emails. Lots of them. David stepped inside, still gripping his coffee, and checked the monitor. Over two dozen emails from Matthew Reilly had just come in. David clicked on one, and found himself staring at a digital photo of the decomposing body of a woman. Middle-aged, by the look of it. " Oh Matt, " he sighed. " What's happened now ?" Matt had done this before whenever something was down that needed and expert to look at. He continued to click through all the emails and frowned. He got his iphone from his bedroom and dialed a number. " Hello," he said. " David! It's about time you called. I thought that maybe you hadn't received the emails but I stand corrected.," a voice said on the other side of the line. " Matt, what's the meaning of this, what happened? Why did you send me all these? I'm no longer in the bureau remember!. " he replied in a heavy voice. " Well technically your still a bureau agent even though your retired, which means that the director has all authority to call you back on duty since your contract with the bureau hasn't yet elapsed.", Matt replied. " Okay get to the point, Matt. Why did you send these emails to me? Isn't there any other agent in the bureau who can handle this? " " Director's order, he said he needs you back at headquarters ASAP, something is down and he needs you to look into it.", Matt said. " No kidding." " So you in or what ? Cause I have orders to make sure that you heed to the bureau or else I have orders to make sure that you heed to the bureau with or without force, sorry Dave a direct order is a direct order.", Matt replied in a threating tone. " So this is how it's going to be huh, your threating me now ?" "Well technically it's just supposed to get you up to speed with our situation here. Come on Dave the bureau needs you and it's your turn to step up to the occasion. More lives will be lost if you don't get down here and I have orders to make sure you do no matter the means necessary.",Matt replied. "Alright, You win. Details?" "You know protocol, I'm not supposed to give you details over the phone. Just get down to the bureau and you will know whatever you want to know.",Matt answered in an assuring tone. "Fair enough. Transport?" "We have a flight prepped for you today at 8:45 a.m. which gives you roughly about an hour to get ready and get your ass over to the airport ASAP. Lives are at stake here.",Matt said.