Here is my contribution to the Three Word Wednesday prompt. Hope y'all like it!
The terrible grimace on the girls’ face signified the end was very unpleasant. Even seasoned homicide detectives such as the two standing over the body were sickened when dealing with crimes like these.
“She didn’t even have a chance,” Gregor muttered, rubbing a weary hand on the back of his neck.
“None of them did,” his partner replied as he tried to push the images of the broken bodies of three other little girls they’d found out of his mind and concentrate on the one in front of him.
Both detectives moved out of the way when the coroner arrived and watched as the next phase of the investigation got underway. They knew crucial evidence was often found on a victim’s body and they definitely needed some evidence in this case. So far, the detectives had no leads and time was running out. Both were all too aware another attack was due any day now because this particular subject killed a different little girl each week.
“See anything that might help us, Doc?” Gregor asked, desperately hoping the bastard had finally left a clue, any clue that would offer a break in the case.
The coroner shook his head. “Nothing yet, Bart. I’ll know more after the full autopsy.”
Gregor and his partner knew the autopsy would be pushed to the front of the line. These killings were too close to home. All the girls lived within 2 miles of the station house, as if the killer were taunting law enforcement, daring them to find him. The fact that all the girls were under four added fuel to the fire and ensured the mayor, commissioner and every cop on the force wanted the case solved yesterday.
“Detective Gregor,” one of the deputies whispered and motioned for him to follow him outside.
“Yes, deputy?” Gregor asked when he and his partner stepped out the door.
“Another girl’s been found.”
“Shit!” Gregor roared.
“He’s testing us,” his partner added. “He usually hides the bodies well enough we don’t find them for a few days. He wants us to catch him.”
“I wish he’d just turn his sorry ass in then!” Gregor snapped before asking the address for the newest girl.
“1243 Center St.,” the deputy replied.
“No!” Gregor’s partner screamed and started running.
Gregor watched his partner stumble and then right himself as the rushed for their car. Yelling for the deputy to send every available unit, he chased after his partner. He reached him just as the man started to get behind the wheel.
“I’ll drive,” he told the distraught man.
His partner raced around the car and jumped in as Gregor squealed the tires and headed out.
“We shoulda caught the son of a bitch by now. I could have stopped it. I’m gonna kill him with my bare hands.”
Gregor let his partner ramble on, knowing there was nothing he could say to ease the pain. He just floored the car and raced toward 1243 Center St., where the man’s ex-wife and three-year-old daughter lived.