doing this is keeping the bodies and disregarding items that are probably worth a lot of money. Did you see that Victorian jewelry box in there? That has to be worth something.”
Tim frowned. “A necromancer would be my guess too, but we shouldn’t jump to conclusions. Has it crossed your mind that this could just be a good old-fashioned crime … and the perp is someone into necrophilia?”
Actually it had crossed my mind, but the thought was so disturbing, I tried not to contemplate it.
I decided to sidestep the issue with a question of my own. “Wasn’t the sheriff supposed to up patrols around the cemeteries? Someone should have seen something.”
“You would think,” Tim muttered.
“You might want to come over here.” Deputy Perkins waved at us.
All three of us stepped over to the dumpster and focused in the direction Deputy Perkins was pointing.
“That looks like an arm to me,” he said.
There was an entire arm amidst a pile of black garbage bags.
Ayden’s expression grew even grimmer, if that were possible. “I guess it’s time to call in Myron,”
The next couple of hours were spent hanging around while Myron and the state CSI team processed the scene.
We practically held our breath while we waited for Myron to examine the arm, as well as a set of ears that was also discovered.
The last thing Mystique Island needed was another serial killer.
Finally, Myron the Medical Examiner made his way to where the three of us were waiting.
As usual, he was wearing black clothing, along with matching nail polish and eyeliner. He was the strangest medical examiner I’d ever seen, but on Mystique Island, strange was normal.
“What do you want first, the good news or the bad?” Myron asked.
“The good news,” I answered for everyone.
Ayden threw me a look of annoyance, which meant I should let him do the talking.
He was so touchy about him being the boss.
“Well, the good news is that these body parts are full of formaldehyde … the bad news is that your grave robberies have escalated into dissecting the bodies. These parts belong to people who were already dead and buried.”
The hard lines on Ayden’s face smoothed as he relaxed a little, but there was still a frown twisting at his mouth. “Do you know of these parts come from a male or female?”
Myron shrugged. “I can’t say for sure until I get them back to the lab.”
“Thanks Myron,” Ayden said before turning to Tim and I. “Although it is a relief that we don’t have a murder on our hands, there is a family out there that has just lost someone, and now they are going to be facing even more heartache with the desecration of their loved one’s grave. We need to get find this perp and close this up as soon as possible.”
The boss man wasn’t going to get any argument out of me on that point. This was just sick and wrong. I was more than ready to hang whoever was digging up graves.
But where did we go from here?
Most of what was evidence would have to be sent to a lab. Hopefully, they would find some clue to help us out.
Other than that, we were at a standstill. There didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason behind the grave robberies.
At least there was a bright side to the situation. We could be thankful that this person was targeting the already dead, instead of just murdering people for their body parts.
But how long would the perp be satisfied with the already deceased?
With any luck we’d find him or her before their MO evolved into something even more sinister.
* * *
We hadn’t even made it half way through the morning and already the day was turning into something strange and surreal.
First I find out that Muriel, the annoying teenage ghost, is Granny’s sister, and then we discover there is someone on the island with a weird fetish for the dead.
Could the day get more bizarre?”
Soon I would regret tempting fate with such thoughts. It was just one of those days that if something could go wrong,
Tim frowned. “A necromancer would be my guess too, but we shouldn’t jump to conclusions. Has it crossed your mind that this could just be a good old-fashioned crime … and the perp is someone into necrophilia?”
Actually it had crossed my mind, but the thought was so disturbing, I tried not to contemplate it.
I decided to sidestep the issue with a question of my own. “Wasn’t the sheriff supposed to up patrols around the cemeteries? Someone should have seen something.”
“You would think,” Tim muttered.
“You might want to come over here.” Deputy Perkins waved at us.
All three of us stepped over to the dumpster and focused in the direction Deputy Perkins was pointing.
“That looks like an arm to me,” he said.
There was an entire arm amidst a pile of black garbage bags.
Ayden’s expression grew even grimmer, if that were possible. “I guess it’s time to call in Myron,”
The next couple of hours were spent hanging around while Myron and the state CSI team processed the scene.
We practically held our breath while we waited for Myron to examine the arm, as well as a set of ears that was also discovered.
The last thing Mystique Island needed was another serial killer.
Finally, Myron the Medical Examiner made his way to where the three of us were waiting.
As usual, he was wearing black clothing, along with matching nail polish and eyeliner. He was the strangest medical examiner I’d ever seen, but on Mystique Island, strange was normal.
“What do you want first, the good news or the bad?” Myron asked.
“The good news,” I answered for everyone.
Ayden threw me a look of annoyance, which meant I should let him do the talking.
He was so touchy about him being the boss.
“Well, the good news is that these body parts are full of formaldehyde … the bad news is that your grave robberies have escalated into dissecting the bodies. These parts belong to people who were already dead and buried.”
The hard lines on Ayden’s face smoothed as he relaxed a little, but there was still a frown twisting at his mouth. “Do you know of these parts come from a male or female?”
Myron shrugged. “I can’t say for sure until I get them back to the lab.”
“Thanks Myron,” Ayden said before turning to Tim and I. “Although it is a relief that we don’t have a murder on our hands, there is a family out there that has just lost someone, and now they are going to be facing even more heartache with the desecration of their loved one’s grave. We need to get find this perp and close this up as soon as possible.”
The boss man wasn’t going to get any argument out of me on that point. This was just sick and wrong. I was more than ready to hang whoever was digging up graves.
But where did we go from here?
Most of what was evidence would have to be sent to a lab. Hopefully, they would find some clue to help us out.
Other than that, we were at a standstill. There didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason behind the grave robberies.
At least there was a bright side to the situation. We could be thankful that this person was targeting the already dead, instead of just murdering people for their body parts.
But how long would the perp be satisfied with the already deceased?
With any luck we’d find him or her before their MO evolved into something even more sinister.
* * *
We hadn’t even made it half way through the morning and already the day was turning into something strange and surreal.
First I find out that Muriel, the annoying teenage ghost, is Granny’s sister, and then we discover there is someone on the island with a weird fetish for the dead.
Could the day get more bizarre?”
Soon I would regret tempting fate with such thoughts. It was just one of those days that if something could go wrong,
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