Mr. and Mrs. Reed

Ronnie's POV "Lewis!" I was startled by the sudden burst of the door because of Wrights barging in my office looking like a drunk donkey. "Bye Darling, I have to go." I said playfully and chuckled. I heard the lady's flirtatious giggle behind the other line before I finally hang up. I shook my head before putting the phone down. The thought of Wrights being here almost left my mind and so, I glared at him. "What do you want?" I asked, all irritated. "Bye Darling." he said mimicking what I sounded like earlier and paused just to laugh at my face. "Oh come on Lewis? Don't tell me that's the waitress from last week!" I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Ofcourse not, it's someone I met last night." I paused to wink, "Business. " I smirked. "Really now? Business." he moved his brows up and down trying to mock me. Wrights and his sarcasm will never. I took my stressball and threw it at him. Unfortunately, he has always been vigilant and athletic so he caught it and threw it back at me getting me off-guard. "Anyway, I'm here to tell you something." his goofy side went to zero real quick, he's now wearing his job face. I don't know if that's a thing but to me, it is. He suddenly showed me a folder that he hid behind his back which I did not notice at all and lend it to me. "Dana Hollands was killed by her own father. The prints from the knife that he hid, the DNA tests and evidences. It all matched." I nodded while reading the files. "Christian Hollands.." I mumbled under my breathe. "A wolf in sheep's clothing." he added. I shrugged. "No matter how flawless you think you're doing, there will never be such thing as perfect crimes. Case closed." I slowly said as I put the file down on the table. I noticed that he put his hands inside his pockets and stared blankly at me, I couldn't really tell if he's trying to read my mind or just spacing out. Either way-- it is weird. The silence took over us for a couple of minutes, if someone was here inside the room besides us, that person might think we're gays and is signaling about doing erotic stuffs later. Err, no. As I was about to break the silence, the telephone suddenly rang causing for both of us to flinch. He chuckled as I answered the telephone, irritated, like always. Hey, I'm not a fan of surprises or such. "Detective Lewis from Glendale Police Department speakin--" "This is Officer Thompson. One body has been reported. We're gonna send you the address." "On our way." I immediately hang up and look at Wrights. I raised my brows giving him a sign and he know exactly what it means. And so, we both head off to the address that was sent to us. "What do you think is it this time?" Wrights asked. I shrugged. "Murder, like the usual?" I paused and looked at him which he did so too." But we won't know unless we'd have a look." I added. It took us a couple of minutes before arriving at the crime scene. The place was pretty crowded and chaotic from all the police and some citizens arguing. We immediately spotted Officer Thompson as he was walking towards us with a straight-face and his iconic hydrangea on his chest which his daughter always give him everytime he goes to work that serves as his lucky charm--that's what he said. He greeted us with a handshake and he suggested that we should follow him, and so we did. I looked around before going inside as I was putting my mask on and started to notice the stench slowly reeking. And it gets even worse as we went inside. The smell was unbearable, it was a smell of a rotten cabbage and I almost gag my way out. "Methanethiol." I heard Wrights mumbled. I didn't mind him because I was distracted by the smell. Even though I had dealt with these kind of stuffs already, my nose can never. I was never good in dealing with bad odours. I mean I'm really trying to, but just can't, that's why I would always bring masks with me. I guess that's odd. But hey, don't get me wrong, I love my job. We were guided to the kitchen and there were a few police that passed us by. I must admit, if it weren't for the smell, I would totally love to live here. The interior design is somewhat antique in style with a pallete of ivory and dark gray. Not only that, there are also plants in some corners and figurines causing it to look more pleasing for the guests. The place looks quite homie, but oh well, if you die, what's the point? "Steffany Reed. 35 years old." Thompson directly said as Wrights and I both checked the body. My brows went straight as I saw the corpse sitting inside their own refrigerator with her clothes on. Her skin were turning in a shade of black and green and some were torn, all patchy, as if some rats feasted on her. She has this black and purple patches all over her and her eyes and jaw are both dead open and somewhat twisted, like any other uncensored corpses I've seen in tv. Not only that, there were poo, piss and blood all over, some were even dripping outside and some looks gooey. "Isn't the fridge on?" I heard Wrights asked. "For the looks of it, she died like a week ago. Her corpse are starting to decompose." I said as I continued to examine the corpse. "No sign of Mr. Reed's body." Our conversation were cut off by the officers that suddenly spoke behind us. "Mr. Reed? What do you mean by that?" I curiously asked Thompson. "Her husband." Thompson simply replied. "He did this?" I heard Wrights' question. "That's what we thought at first. That this is just another case of a simple argument that leads into tragedy. But guess what?" Thompson smirked at us and wiggled his brows. "What is it?" Wrights impatiently asked. Thompson chuckled before handing us a piece of paper that's somehow covered with blood. We both looked at it and my brows went straight as I saw what was written. " It is taboo. Girls and boys are filled with agony. Synchronising a harmony that'll be chaotic after. Hearts are filled with pain and rage as it aches and bleeds in the shadows. Not having freedom nor bread to eat, unlike them birds that's free.. "