Oh, she bites!

Crime scene No. 5

“Sir, please don’t smoke inside” the driver said rather nicely, when Dean lit a cigarette. He took a fine puff and the smoke engulfed the whole cab.

“Sir?!” The driver frowned and rolled down the window, whispering something in his native language. He looked at the rearview mirror with irritation and saw the man in black suit taking another puff like he didn’t hear a word. His fingers tapped the wheel a few times to help him think.

“Fine, but you will pay extra!” he said, slowing down as they approach their destination. Dean raised his eyebrows and smiled, blowing out the smoke.

“Now you speak my language” he said, getting his wallet from the inside pocket of his suit. He put the cigarette in his mouth and counted the cash. “I pay you double extra and you stay here and wait for me, my friend”.

The driver stopped and looked at the money. Suddenly his mood went away and a huge smile covered his face.

“I see that was your last cigarette sir, do you want me to fetch you new ones in the meantime?” he asked while he counted the cash with his eyes. Dean blew out the smoke again and tapped the driver on his shoulder.

“I knew you are a decent guy.”

He got out of the cab and approached the opened window on the driver’s side.

“Be back in 30 minutes.”

“Of course, sir!” the driver said and showed him his best smile. Two golden teeth shined with pride, reflecting the rays of the rising sun. Dean did his best to erase that picture from his head and turned to look at the house.

The neighborhood looked like people here were not very integrated. For sure not clean since on few front door lawns he could spot broken household appliances and decaying cars. From one window an old and grumpy lady was looking at the police officers working on the crime scene. He could hear her talking to someone inside the house. No specific smell traits were there since the kidnappers used perfume bombs again. Well, if you did not count the smell of this whole street and the smell of blood coming from the house. He took a puff and crossed the street to get closer.

When he approached the crime scene an older officer stood on his way. Dean took a badge and showed it to him.

“Agent Broadwin, FBI.”

“Yes.. we were expecting you” the officer said and turned around leading Dean towards the house front door. As they crossed the threshold the blood scent became overwhelming. Dean grimaced as he took the last puff.

“There were two of them,” the officer said. “One of them broke the guy’s neck. He didn’t even make it to get up from bed.” The man looked at the unfolded couch in the living room. Then his eyes wandered over to the other side of the place. The floor was all covered in thick blood. Dean seized the opportunity and discreetly put out his cigarette in a vase full of wilting flowers.

“I don’t think she survived this, but we couldn’t find the body.” The officer looked back at the agent.

Dean stepped closer, crouched down and sniffed. “She did not even turn…” he whispered to himself.

“What did you say, sir?”

“What about the girl?” asked Dean, still looking at the blood pool.

“It looked like she tried to resist. But there is no blood or any other evidence of her getting physically hurt. Her phone was taken by the other guy that came before you,” he said, clearly not happy with the fact that an evidence was taken. The conversation got interrupted by Dean’s phone.

“Excuse me,” he said and picked up.

“Got something interesting for you” he heard. “Today about 4 AM police found a man shot in the park nearby the University in Manchester. And guess what?” the man asked, but then replied himself immediately. “He was naked and not dead at all.”

Dean stood up at those words and smirked.

“Did we fetch him?”

“He is waiting for you in Boston. Brad tried to do the Q&A but he was not getting any “A”, I’m afraid.”

“Oh f**k, this guy…” he said to himself and took a deep breath. “Thanks. Let me know when you get anything else.”

“Have fun, Dean,” the man replied.

Dean smiled again and hung up.

“Hell yeah, I will,” he said to himself and went to find his officer.

***

It was 8 in the morning when Bill Chester took a sip of his favorite caramel cappuccino. The men were talking, discussing the new branch location. He remained silent and it’s because in his mind he was nervously analyzing the current events and possible after-effects.

He knew that this time those idiots made a mistake which will definitely result in catching the culprit. Night service agents have their ways and from the time he discovered they got interested in this case it was obvious he would need to finish up his little project.

Was he in danger? Well, yes and no. But the risk was worth it to keep his conscience clear. At least he hoped it would.

And Grace… this poor little soul was so determined to get this money yet so inexperienced to handle it the way she should to protect herself. He almost pitied her but could not help. She was the perfect solution to keep himself out of this night investigators danger.

Bill sighed and finished up his coffee in one gulp. He knew he needed to make a decision still today. It will take some time to clean this mess up, and it needs to be done before the agents start sniffing around him. He closed his folder and stood up.

The man speaking suddenly stopped and gave him a surprised look.

“Bill…?”

Bill cleared his throat and presented them his best-selling smile.

“You are dealing this perfectly, gentleman! Unfortunately I have another business to take care of today so please continue without me.”

He passed the table where they were sitting and just before he opened the conference room door he turned to the man again.

“Oh, and Peter, please ditch the Philadelphia idea. My cousin made sure we will not get a good price there.”

***

“Take me out of here, RIGHT NOW!” the girl demanded, pointing a finger to Michael after she stormed into the living room. Emma followed her in a few seconds. Her husband gave her a questioning look.

“Well we needed to show her, alright!” she said with an angry face looking back at Mr. May. “Don’t worry dear, maybe just sit and try to calm down…”

“Calm down?! Your son is a beast!” she replied with madness in her eyes. There was nothing that could calm her down at this moment.

Her heart almost stopped when Johnny entered the room, still not fully back to his human form. Jenny stepped back and took a thing closest to her from the shelf for self-defence.

“Johnny, for the love of… Don’t you see she is scared?!” Emma said reproachfully to her son. His head turned back to its regular form, showing his messy hair again. He had an offended face.

“People are usually impressed with me, you know?” he said to Jenny. “That kind of hurt my feelings..”

Emma was about to say something but Jenna was quicker.

“Your feelings?! Don’t you dare get any closer to me or I’ll…!” she stared and looked at her weapon. It happened to be a small plastic head massager. She straightened up and put it back on the shelf.

“Johnny, be so kind and put on some clothes!” his mother said, handing him over his bathrobe. He shrugged and left the room. Jenny could still hear her heart beating like crazy. Emma looked at the girl not sure how to handle this.

“Look dear…” she started. “We could drive you back, you know. But I’m afraid you will need to get questioned anyway and the moment they discover your origin is… unknown… you won’t be able to escape from others. They will want to know you.”

Jenny took a few deep breaths to clear her mind a little bit.

“How do you know I am… like that?” she asked, still with anger in her voice.

“Well… we feel it. We can not only transform to the form you just saw, but we also have brilliant scent skills and hearing better than humans. Did you never find out that your capabilities in those areas are… extraordinary?” Emma asked, trying to give her an encouraging look.

Jenny did not answer this question. She knew that what this lady was saying was… very applicable to her. She was still shocked but no longer sure if escaping this place and leaving it like that is the best she can do.

“Why would anyone like to know me? I mean… who cares about my “origin”?” she asked with a frown.

Mr. and Mrs. May looked at each other and signed at the same time.

“Well.. where do we start..” Mr. May wondered at loud, thinking. His wife stood up and tried to smile at them to change the atmosphere a little bit.

“This is going to take some time. Anyone fancies a cup of coffee? Susan!”