An Apple for Zoë ~ The Forsaken by Thomas Amo Page B

 
    James stepped around the corner and let his eyes adjust to the low light. From where he stood a king sized bed appeared in front of him as Kirkland raised his flashlight to guide their steps. "Mr. Grantham, wait at the door please," said James.
    Grantham nervously stepped back into the hallway, standing between Jake and Steve. Eerily the music continued to flow out into the hall.
    Kirkland aimed the beam of his light towards the bed. The flash of his light reflected on the wall mirror and blinded him for a moment.  
    James found the light switch to the room and clicked it. The room came to life as both Kirkland and James slowly approached the bed. Both slowly lowered their guns. The two seasoned detectives tried to comprehend what they saw.  
    Lying center of the bed was the naked body of a young female. With, as James had feared, a Coke bottle placed just where Fatty would have wanted it.
    The music caught their attention as the record began to skip. "Sexy Sadie, you'll get yours yet."

CHAPTER SEVEN
      Sexie Sadie

    "Oh my god, Tom, she's got a swastika carved into her forehead," said Kirkland.
    James leaned in close to examine the freshly cut Nazi symbol. "This is recent, Mike. Less than 24 hours recent," commented James.
    "What do you think? Done with a straight razor?" inquired Kirkland.
    "That would be my guess," said James as he found the source of the music. The small portable record player lay under the bed. Taking out his handkerchief, he pulled the player out into the open. James could see the worn and scratched record.
    "Who the hell still listens to actual records anymore?" questioned James.
    Pulling the plug from the wall there was a sudden pop and spark burst from the outlet, causing the overhead light to burn out. The sudden darkness added to the silence, increasing the uncomfortable feeling in the room.  
    "Great, first mood music now we got mood lighting."
    "Or lack thereof," stated Kirkland as he clicked his flashlight back on and pointed it back at the victim.
    "So are we to assume then, our killer wants us to think our victim here is Sexy Sadie or Virginia Rappe?" asked Kirkland.
    "Well now that is the all important question isn't it, Mike?" stated James as he returned to his examination of the body. "You see he's giving us no less than three references here. We got Virginia Rappe, silent film actress who, under very mysterious circumstances ends up in this very room, the possible victim of the most sadistic of rape scenarios. Two, we got the song 'Sexy Sadie' playing which I believe is a reference to Susan Atkins."
    "One of Manson's girls," said Kirkland. James nodded in agreement. "The one known to have stabbed Sharon Tate to death. Also I might add a victim of one of the most bizarre of crime scenes of the twentieth century."  
    "And third?" inquired Kirkland.
    "Third, we got the swastika carved into her forehead."
    "Another Manson reference."
    "Which also ties in with our dead Nazi."
    "As does the name in the song, Sexy Sadie," said Kirkland.
    James looked confused for a moment. "I'm not sure I follow, Mike."
    "The initials of the girl named in the song, 'SS.' "
    "So what does Virgina Rappe have to do with any of this?"
    James shook his head as he tried to comprehend it all. "God Mike, what the hell is this guy trying to tell us?" James felt as if his brain was going to burst.  
    "Our killer wants to dazzle us, Tom."
    "Well I think it's safe to say, he's exceeded himself."
    "Or herself," said Kirkland.
    "Yes, foolish of us to excluded the fairer of the sexes."
    Kirkland walked around the bed and aimed his flashlight across the body of the dead girl. James found himself feeling the same awkwardness as Kirkland when it came to having to get up close and personal on deceased women. Somehow even in the best of circumstances it always felt wrong to look.  
    "I know it's not your cup of tea Mike, but you better take a closer look at our victim's..." James hedged looking for the right word to