Hush Hush

Scattered puzzle pieces

Here's a mystery

I'm headless in front of you

Where's the dead girl though

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Sergeant Brian walked up to Manson's lifeless body and lifted up his shirt to grab the piece of paper that was underneath.

The piece of paper was folded in half. Sergeant Brian unfolded the piece of paper and on it was some kind of note or poem and it read:

Here's a mystery

I'm headless in front of you

Where's the dead girl though

Sergeant Brian read it aloud to everyone in the room. Then he grabbed everyone that wasn't in the room to come into the room.

"Ok. So, we have another case on our hands starting from this point. Apparently before Manson killed himself, he murdered a woman." He explained to everyone in the room.

The coroner who was at the scene took Manson's body and head away in a body bag.

A few crime scene investigators snapped photos of the scene for evidence and placed yellow number markers to mark out evidence and its location.

I wandered over to Sergeant Brian. "He never mentioned a woman of any relation to him. I wonder if he's just playing us or he actually did kill some innocent woman."

"He probably kept her a secret from everyone but even if he is playing with us we still have to take any and all chances we have."

First the car accident. Then the story he wrote; blaming himself for his parents' death. Now this. All this connects up with each other. Manson blamed himself for his parents' death. He also couldn't stand living without them so he committed suicide just to be with them.

I paced around, thinking of as many possibilities as I could think of. I stopped in my tracks, when I decided to run back to Sergeant Brain.

"Hey, could I have a look at the poem that was under Manson's shirt?"

"No, I can't do that, sorry."

"I want to examine the poem to see if it connects to anything."

"Do you have pen and paper?"

"Uh yeah."

"Ok. Since the poem that came from under Manson's shirt is evidence, I can't hand it over to you. What you can do though is I'll let you write it down."

"Ok, sure, no worries."

Sergeant Brian showed me the poem which is sealed in an evidence bag. As he did so I wrote the poem down.

I wandered outside to catch some fresh air and to analyse the poem and think without all the commotion.

So the first line is: Here's a mystery. The second line is: I'm headless in front of you. The final line is: Where's the dead girl though. I examined each line individually. The first and last lines have five syllables in each line. The second line has seven. This poem has to be a Haiku. The second line explains that Manson had hanged himself. The last line explains that there's a dead girl somewhere. The first line explains that this is a mystery.

It doesn't say that Manson killed a girl though, it just says where's the dead girl though. He could have killed a girl or he could have been an accomplish.

After I seamlessly analysed the poem, I wandered back inside to Sergeant Brain to explain to him my theory.

I walked over and tapped on Sergeant Brian's shoulder and he turned around and noticed me. "Hey, I might have some informa..."

"Just wait a minute, I'm busy here, as you can see!" He said interrupting me.

Without a doubt, he was, in fact, busy. I looked in the direction he was looking in. There on the wall is writing probably in blood, that reads: THIS AIN'T NO TRAGEDY.

The writing on the wall and the now analysed poem fits perfectly together like two jigsaw pieces. But why'd he had to go through all that trouble or unless he wanted to tell us something.

"Well ain't this an interesting turn of events." I said. A few people noticed what I said and gave me a confused look. I just shrugged my shoulders at them.

"So what was the information you wanted to tell me about?" Sergeant Brian said, starting up the previous conversation.

"Oh yeah. I analysed the poem and I think I might have somewhat of a clue about the woman in the poem and the possible whereabouts of her."

"Nice work, doc. Give me a moment and I'll talk to you about this real soon."

"Ok. I'll meet you outside than."

"Sure."

I wandered outside and waited patiently for Sergeant Brain. I carefully went over the poem again just in case I missed something.

Just mere moments later, Sergeant Brian came out. "So as you were saying inside about the possible whereabouts of the girl."

"So I analysed the poem that was under Manson's shirt. Not once does it tell us that Manson killed a girl. He might of but he might of been an accomplish."

"How do we know that Manson isn't going to point is to a dead end. What if he just wants us to find a needle in a haystack but the needle isn't there."

"Mmm. I didn't think of that. Possibly."

"I guess we'll find out, won't we."

"Yeah."

"I'm going to head back inside and do a thorough search of the house before we go any further in this investigation."

"Ok, no worries. I think I'm going to go home and sleep."

"Good idea, doc. I think we all need a sleep after all this."

"Yeah. I'm going to head home now. I'll let you know if I find out anything else."

"Sure thing."

We both shook hands and went our separate ways. I went to my car to head home and Sergeant Brian went back inside.

-•-•-

I got into my driveway and turned off the engine. I then removed the key out of ignition and exited the car. I made sure I didn't leave anything in the car that I needed to bring inside with me then locked the car. The night sky is a majestic midnight blue, speckled with white dots. The full moon is shining bright. Tonight would be a great night to stay up and connect the stars and make celestials with someone else. It would be but I'm too tired, so I'm going to throw that idea out the window until another time. Step by step, ever so closer to the front door.

When I stepped foot on the front porch, the outside light automatically turned on. Since I still had my keys in my hand, I looked for the front door key so I could unlock my house.

I got inside and closed the front door behind me and made sure it was locked, too. From the from door I walked straight up the stairs that leads to the top storey of the house, then just kept walking straight till I got to the end bedroom. The door was opened so I just walked in; took my shoes off, my work jacket, my belt - to loosen up my pants, and took everything out that was in my pockets. I placed everything on my dressing side table and then plugged my phone on charge. I pulled the covers over and slipped myself in and covered myself with the covers to go to sleep.

-•-•-

I woke up to my phone vibrating and producing a ringing sound. I got up and looked at my phone, Sergeant Brian is calling me. I immediately answered it. "Hello." I said.

"Morning, doc. Sorry if I woke you up but there's something you might want to see."

"You do know that I, too, have a job. I have people to see and help. I won't be able to join you with everything that happens."

"I know but do you work on a Saturday?"

"No. Why are you asking?"

"So that means you can have a look at this. If you don't want to that's ok but it is quite important."

"Ok, ok, give me a few and I'll be there. Same place as last night?"

"Yes."

"Ok."

When the phone call ended, I looked at the time. The time is 7:47. I locked my phone then put it back down. I quickly went for a shower and got changed into something other than my work clothes or a suit.

I put my shoes and socks on and made sure I had everything that I need; my phone, a pen and notepad. I then left the house. I shut the front door and made sure it was locked. Then got into my car and drove to Starbucks to get my morning shot of caffeine.

-•-•-

I parked my car, got out and made sure it was locked. I then waltzed myself to the house. I wandered around trying to find Sergeant Brian. Some police officer stopped me in my tracks. "Excuse me but you can't be here. This is a crime scene."

Sergeant Brian came down the stairs. "It's ok. He's with me."

"Ok."

I jogged up the stairs to catch up with Sergeant Brian. He didn't go into Manson's room this time around. What I did noticed is that Manson's bedroom door has crime scene tape on it. I followed Sergeant Brian into the unknown. I followed him into another room, possibly the parents' room. When I walked in; a set of drawers with a huge mirror is straight ahead of me, to the left is their bed with a crucified cat above the bed with its guts scattered all over the bed linen. This is something you would see in a horror movie.

"This investigation is getting more interesting the more we find things."

"It sure bloody is. I guess us guys at the station has to have at least one creepy and really disturbing investigation per year. If we're lucky we might get more than one."

"So this isn't your first disturbing investigation?"

"Nope but this sure is the creepiest and most disturbing."

I walked out of the room and just stood beside the door frame. I took out my notepad and pen and started sitting things down. My notepad had already some dot points on it from yesterday.

In my spare time I try to piece together all the findings that has been found at the crime scene and try to figure out the puzzle as a whole.

I walked back into the room with the crucified cat. I walked up to Sergeant Brian. "I'm going to head home now and try and piece together everything about this investigation."

"Ok but before you go there's one more thing I have to show you."

*sighs* "Ok."

Sergeant Brian left the room with the crucified cat and went to another location with one the house and guess what I did, I followed behind him like a shadow. In my head I was singing "oh where, oh where, oh where is shadow."

"This one is going to shock you, doc."

We walked into the bathroom. The bathroom mirror had been broken and on the wall where the mirror use to be is a note addressed to me: WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP ME DOC!

I whispered to myself "I tried." Then wrote that note down in my notepad.

"What the f**k?" I frustratedly said. "Manson sure did plan all this before he ended himself."

"Yes, he sure did." Sergeant Brian said. I knew someone would have heard me but I didn't think someone would have replied.

I walked outside the bathroom and headed outside the house. Sergeant Brian came running after me soon after. "I can't handle this crap anymore."

"I know but this is what he wants you to do."

"I'm going to go home and stay home. I wish to not be phoned or to be contacted in any way or form. To make sure that no one will contact, I'm going to turn my phone off until I want to turn it back on. I need to have peace and quiet while I fit the puzzle pieces together."

"Fair enough. I'll leave you to it than."

I got in my car and went home. I did what I said, I turned my phone off but before I did I looked at the time, it's 9:17. I drive home to connect the puzzle pieces.

-•-•-

I went analysed the Haiku over and over again, trying to find some sort of clue of this girl's location.

The haiku is the only thing that mentions a girl of any relation, sexually or romantically. Even than it doesn't say the girl was romantically or sexually active with Manson but it's the closest we have.

I kept going over the haiku but I still couldn't find anything. Since I couldn't find anything I went over the messages that Manson left. Tried to figure out why Manson crucified a cat and scattered it's guts on the bed.

After not finding anything with important interest, I went upstairs to my bedroom to have a sleep.

I didn't sleep long. I woke up from the dream I had. It was about the location of the girl.

"Why didn't it click to me before. It was so simple. It has been under our noses and we didn't figure it out. The style of the poem tells us where she's located. It's a haiku; having 5-7-5 syllables. So that means she's at 575 haiku whatever. Fuck."

I straight away turned my phone on and waited for the lock screen to appear. When it appeared, I unlocked my phone and rang Sergeant Brian.

"Hey. I think I figured out the location of the girl."

"Oh, really."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure anyway. I just woke up from a dream. The location has been under our noses ever since we found the poem. It's the style of the poem. It's a haiku right..."

"Yeah. Having 5 syllables in the top and bottom lines and 7 syllables in the middle line."

"Exactly."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying, the possible location is at 575 haiku. I don't know if it's a road, a street, a crescent, or whatever else."

"Ok. We'll figure the rest out on our end."

"Ok."

"I'll ring you to let you know the exact location."

"Ok." I ended the call.

I waited in my living room with a flask in one hand; sipping the alcoholic contents and a cigar in the other hand puffing the poisonous contents, waiting for more information.

A few hours passed with no word of the situation. It's just passed 8 o'clock at night and my phone rang, it's Sergeant Brian. I immediately put down the flask and the third cigar, then answered the phone.

"Anything?" I asked.

"Actually yes. We're at the location now. Come to 575 Haiku Street in an hour."

"Why in an hour? Why not now?"

"We have police stuff to do first and people to call."

"Uh, ok. No problem." He ended the call.

I sat there finishing the alcoholic contents from the flask and puffed the last of my cigar, waiting for the hour to tick by.