Hush Hush

A horrible accident

Sergeant Brian's POV

This has got to be one of the worst and most unsolvable car accidents that has ever happened in history.

•••

I was sitting at my desk when I got a phone call. I picked up the phone to screaming.

"HEEEEEELP!" A voice screamed from the other line.

"First tell me who am I talking to?" I asked them.

"My name is Elizabeth and with me is my husband, Charles. NOW PLEASE HEEEELP US!" Elizabeth stated, still stressed out.

"Please, calm down and breath. Now tell me what happened?" I told Elizabeth.

"*breathing's controlled* We're on the highway *deep breath* and there's been a car accident, a really bad one!" She explained to me.

"What highway are you on?" I asked.

"The one leaving Roseacre and entering Northhaven. There looks to be a family inside consisting of a mother, a father, and a little boy. The parents aren't responding while the boy looks absolutely fine." She explained to me the rest of the situation.

"Ok. Well stay there and try and comfort the boy. We're on our way!" I told here, ending the call.

I got up out of my chair and away from my desk. I requested for another officer to join me. We went outside to the employees carpark. We hopped inside a police car that I registered in my name.

And away we went to investigate this car accident.

Let's just say it wasn't pretty.

When we eventually arrived at the scene; both mine and my partners mouths dropped to the ground. It was more horrific in person than being told the details.

I had never, ever in my whole, entire life or even as a police officer had I ever seen such a blood boiling, spine chilling, heart stopping crime scene. Ever. This is probably the most devastating car accident ever to happen. The car swerved and smashed into the railing of the highway and went over and smashed into a tree and crushed the car like if it was a soda can. The car was that badly damaged it was unidentifiable.

We police taped the area but couldn't do anything until the coroner arrived and gave as the 'okay' to do so.

We organised for the arrival of a coroner to come to the scene to inspect the parents.

The coroner arrived fifteen minutes later.

The coroner walked up to me and introduced himself as Steven Davidson.

"So what's the situation, officer"

"The boy in the back of the police car has been in a car accident with his parents, he survived but his parents aren't responding."

David went over to the parents and examined them both. He declared them dead after just a couple of minutes of examination. He took them to the morgue. Before he left he gave us the 'okay' to investigate the crime scene.

I rang for more officers to come to investigate the scene. After the officers had came to the scene, I took the boy back to the police station so I can interview him; nothing major just a couple simple questions.

When we got to the police station, I parked the car in the carpark and took the boy inside that station.

Inside, I sat the boy at an unoccupied table and I sat on the opposite side with a pen and pad.

"Before we get started, can you tell me what your name is and how old you are?" I asked the boy while writing questions on the pad.

"My name's Manson and I'm 9 years old. What are we doing here? Are my parents ok"

I wrote down the answers to the questions. "Uh, your parents have died and they're now resting peacefully." I said as easy as I could for a child to understand. "We're here so I can ask you a couple of question. The first question I'm going to ask you is: Do you remember anything that happened?"

"No, I can't. I was asleep and when I woke up my daddy and mummy was not moving." Manson cried because of what the information he just found out about.

"I know it's hard for you to take all this in." I handed him some tissues. "I'm sorry for your lose."

Silence filled the room. It started to feel awkward so I broke the silence. "I'll be back. Do you want anything; something to eat, a drink?"

Manson wiped his tears away. "Uh, can I have a drink of water or juice, please?"

"Ok, I can get you a cup of juice." I got up out of my chair and went to the kitchen.

•••

"Here you go, Manson, hope you enjoy."

"Thank you."

"Do you remember anything else."

"It was night time, so it was dark and I couldn't see much and it was cold."

"Ok. Thank you Manson for your time. I'll get someone to look after you and maybe later put you in a new family who will take care of you."

I took Manson by the hand and handed him over to child services so they can look for a new family for Manson.

After handing Manson over to child services. I drove back to the scene.

While driving there, it clicked to me that last night was pretty clear of any kind of weather. Actually for the last few days there hasn't been much of anything. This highway had no addition of any slippery substances or anything that could have made the car swerve. So far, weather and slippery substances weren't a factor of the accident. Nor did being windy had a factor.

When I got there and got out of the car, another officer came up to me and told me that he thinks that the parents could have been under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol.

Manson at this age would feel lonely and would probably blame himself for what happened. A psychologist might be helpful for him for a little awhile. It wasn't Manson's fault for what happened.

It was starting to get dark out so we surrounded the area with police tape and hopefully no one will cross the tape.

All of us went back to the station. Some of us stayed back after hours and some of us went home. I was one of the ones who stayed back. I needed to call someone in particular that might help with Manson's case.

I rang Dr. Vincent Finch.

"Hello this is sergeant Brian, am I speaking to Dr. Vincent Finch?"

"Yeah, that's me, can I help you with something?"

"Yeah, actually, I need your help with something. A little boy and his parents were in a car accident sometime yesterday. The parents died, unfortunately, but Manson survived. He's 9 years old and might need some therapy for some time."

"Oh. Um. I'll see what I can do."

"Ok thanks."

I'm going to wait a couple days before I see David at the morgue and chat with him.

•••

I decided to go to the morgue this morning and have a chat with David. I needed to ask him about the parents and their deaths.

When I got there, David was just finishing off the autopsy. I stood outside the morgue waiting for David to finish so I could talk to him.

After he finished the autopsy, he covered them with a white sheet then came to the doors to let me in.

"So, what's the situation doc?"

"Well Manson witnessed a very graphic accident and I don't think he's going to sleep well for awhile. The parents were majorly mutilated. Their deaths were quick and painless."

David pulled opened to refrigerator doors to place the bodies inside. Both bodies already had their toe tags on. "Do you want to have a look at the bodies?" I nodded. David pulled the sheets from their bodies. The mother's head is split in two but still attached to the neck. Also there are large shards of glass from the front window piercing her skin. She was sitting in the passenger seat when she died. The father on the other hand was pretzeled with the steering wheel. There was enough force from the impact that the seat belt had broke most of his ribs. His spinal cord was snapped from his head and punctured and teared the skin on the back of his neck.

The toe tags have their details on them; their names, age, hair and eye colour, and date of death.

The mother; her name is Barbara E. Sullivanson, she is 34 years old. She has piercing bright green eyes with burgundy hair. Her, along with her husband both died yesterday: third of March 1991.

The father; his name is Geoff H. Sullivanson, he is 37 years old. He has baby blue eyes with jet black hair.

Both of their autopsy reports describe their gruesome deaths and physical and personal details.

Both bodies had grey-pale skin. The lowest point of the body was a purplish coloured skin. Both bodies also had marks and scratches caused from being in a struggle situation.

In both autopsy reports it states that neither of the two victims were under the influence of alcohol or drugs. Both of them were clean of anything. They both had a clean history of drugs and alcohol. Also, they never ever got in trouble with the law.

"What happened?" I thought to myself.

The next day I went back to the crime scene to see if we missed anything. Anything at all. I examined anything that I thought was going to be useful to solve this crime scene. All that I could find was skid marks from the car tires.

"So what could have made this car swerve off the highway?" I thought to myself.

During the week I interviewed anyone that knew Geoff and Barbara and also who could have been a possible suspect. I didn't get far with that though. So I decided to interview the old couple that rang up. Those were probably the only people that could've been a suspect.

"If this investigation doesn't get anywhere else, we would probably have to put the file under the cold case files." I thought to myself, hesitated about the whole investigation and that I'm not getting anywhere with it.

The main question that I'm asking myself and that's being asked around is: how did this happen? The car was badly damaged and two of the victims died while the boy survived without a scratch.

I will find out how this car accident happened. Whether or not it's the last thing I do.

I decided to go and check up on Manson and ask him a few more questions. I know he's young and still coping with his parents' death but I still wanted to try.

When I got to his house, I knocked on the front door and his foster father, Jonathan, greeted me. "Yes, officer, how can I help you today?"

"I came to talk with Manson. I need to ask him a couple more questions."

Jonathan gestured for me to enter. I stepped inside. "I'll go get Manson for you." Jonathan wandered off somewhere in the house. Awhile later Jonathan and Manson walked out of the hallway.

"Is there anything I can get you; a cuppa coffee, glass of water or juice, something to eat?" Emilia, Manson's foster mother asked me out of mannerism.

"A cuppa coffee would be nice, thanks"

Manson and I sat at the dining room table while Emilia placed a cuppa coffee in front of me and a glass of juice in front of Manson. Emilia went into the lounge room to sit on the lounge with Jonathan to watch television.

I pulled out a pad and pen. "Do you know why I'm here today?"

"To ask me more questions."

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Luck guess."

"So, anyway, gotta ask but how are you feeling? Are you coping alright here?"

"I'm feeling fantastic today and yeah everything's alright here."

"The other night when you were with your mum and dad, what did you do before the accident?"

He replied starting to tear up "we were coming back from a museum."

"Do you remember how the accident happened?"

"I don't know how it happened. I was asleep in the back and then all of a sudden I heard a big crash that woke me up and I saw my parents there bleeding. I started to cry asking them what happened. They didn't say a word. I kept asking them and telling them to wake up but they weren't waking up." He broke out in tears.

Emilia must have heard Manson crying because she came over with some tissues and handed them to him then went back to the lounge room.

"Ok, this is all for now, Manson."

"Ok."

I got up out of the chair and dining room and walked into the lounge room. Jonathan got up and walked with me to the front door. He opened the door and walked outside with me. "I might come back later if I need to."

"That's ok anytime, officer."

I walked over to the car and got inside and slammed the door shut. I rested my head on the steering wheel and than started to bash my hands against it.

I've had enough, this investigation only started less than a few weeks ago and I still haven't gotten anywhere.

This has got to be the hardest investigation EVER to be solved in history. It should have been so easy but it wasn't. Weather wasn't a factor, influence of alcohol or drugs wasn't one either, spillage on the roads or any slippery substances wasn't one either. There had to be something to make this car crash like that. Also the most weirdest thing was that the little boy survived without a bloody scratch.

Week after week I still didn't found any evidence. I tried everything that I could; I interviewed anyone that I thought could of been a suspect, I examined the crime scene over and over again but still I didn't find anything, I examined the victims and the car but everything lead to nothing.

I sat at my desk everyday and studied the report and still I didn't find anything.

It clicked to me one day, didn't Manson say something about coming back from a museum. I wondered what museum they could've came back from. I decided to give Roseacre a visit. When I got there, there was a fair few museums in the vicinity. So I decided to rent out a hotel room for at least a week and visit all the museums that was there. One of the museums that I went to was, of course, a prehistoric museum that was full of prehistoric items. I interviewed some people who worked there and they all said that they're just bones and there is nothing creepy about bones.

Another museum I went to was an art museum. I don't like art so I didn't stay long but I did interview a couple of people and they said that they've only ever had one haunted and rather disturbing piece of art but it was sent away to be locked up.

Another museum was a culture based museum based on the culture of Roseacre. I learned a little bit of stuff about Roseacre that I didn't know about. There culture wasn't at all, one bit creepy or disturbing, except for a mass torture.

The last one I went to was a family owned museum. This museum had everything and anything that the family had found and passed down from generations. There was a fair few creepy and disturbing objects in that museum that gave me the heeby jeebies. One in particular object was a grandfather clock that ticked every thirteenth hour. I asked about the clock and they said it was passed down from generation to generation and it belonged to the first man in the family. The man who owned this clock was murdered and stuffed in this clock, the legend goes that he still haunts this clock to this day.

I left Roseacre a couple days later and returned to the police station to finish off my report.

I couple days later I checked the autopsy reports again to see if I missed anything. I read the reports over and over again and I couldn't find anything that important and new.

I went back to the station and finished off my report. I stated that I went to Roseacre and examined the few museums that were there.

A few days past and I still didn't have anything. I walked into Captain Stilinski's office. "I couldn't find anything new and important for the case." I handed over the report.

"That's ok, I figured you couldn't solve this case even with all the help you got. Once I heard about the car accident, something in me knew it couldn't be solved."

"Oh. So, what happens now?"

"I'll have to put it in the cold case files where it'll stay."