It took me less than ten minutes to get to the scene of the crime. The place was still crowded with people. Cops, witnesses and sadly the press. “Clark! Would you like to comment on what happened? Clark! Tell us would you…” “No! Not now, step away please!” I pushed them aside. They would have to wait a long time for comment. Didn´t they have any respect? The victim’s bodies were probably still hot. I went into the secured area and took in the scene. Dark, narrow and cold alley, with some blue doors on each side. Shadows across the stonewalls, blood on the ground. One body covered up by some trashcans and one body in the telephone box on the other side. A poor teenager was sitting alone on the sidewalk, pale and shivering in the cold. That must be the young man, Ted Berkley who found the victims when he was walking home from some party. “Detective Clark! I´m glad you arrived so soon…” I nodded to the police officer standing in front of me, trying to look untouched by what he had just seen. “The teenager, someone has to take care of him, get his story.” I began. The officer nodded and spoke into his receiver. “I want to see the bodies…” I walked into the alley as the morning sun just peered over the hill. A new day, something the victims would never have the joy to see again.
“This is Jim Corrigan, he was a security guard, also lived around here.” The man on the ground looked like he was in his thirties. His uniform was covered in blood, as well as his face. A club was lying next to him, bet he didn´t even have time to use it. “Family?” I asked, the officer looked grave. “He lost his wife a few years back, lives alone with his daughter.” I took a deep breath “get her to me.” A felt light flashing in front of my eyes, those stupid journalists! “No more pictures until I say so!” I yelled. The flashing stopped but they all looked like they would like to kill me to get something good for their stupid newspapers. The police should have forced them off scene by now. I walked towards the telephone box. It was being searched for evidence. “Who is he?” The other victim was laying there, blood pouring out from his head. This was one of the nastiest cases I´d had in a while. “His name is Ryan Woods… Jim Corrigan´s close neighbor.” There had to be a connection. “Any evidence you find… take it to me…” I looked a the man again, “See if you can find the weapon! The killer could have thrown it in the bushes somewhere…. The bodies were taken away soon afterwards for examination. I had to catch this guy. This was the second double murder in two weeks, he was getting angry. “Clark!” I turned around and faced a woman that nodded to me in a meaningful way before she whispered “Joe Corrigan´s daughter. She knows now.”
When I drove back to the station I prepared myself. This was going to be a hard case. Why did he kill them? Was it something he wanted in the area? Was it personal? I couldn´t miss a thing if we were going to catch this guy. “She is waiting for you in your office Clark…” The secretary, Liz disturbed my thoughts as I walked through the doors of the police station. I walked into my office were a little girl, about six years old were sitting staring at her shoes. She had long chocolate hair in a ponytail and green eyes. She was skinny and kind of tall for a kid, wearing worn out jeans and a green t-shirt. I sat down in front of her; she barley noticed I was in the room. “What is your name sweetheart?” She looked up and whispered “Megan.” “Okay Megan…we are going to help you…” “You can´t help me!” She interrupted. “It´s to late! And I don´t have a daddy anymore now. What am I going to do?” She started to cry and I held her in my arms. Even worse then seeing murdered victims was this. “We are going to take care of you. It´s going to be okay. It´s not to late darling…” “It is…” She sobbed. “The man will come back to the house and this time daddy can´t keep him out…” I tried to remain calm as I asked her. “What man Megan?” “He comes sometimes, and yells at daddy. He is always so mad. He always says so many mean things…” “What kind of things Megan?” Thankfully the girl managed to talk. She looked at me again before she continued and tried to dry her eyes. “I stay in my room as daddy says, I´m a good girl but I hear them through the window. Last time he said “or you´ll regret it, I´ll come back for you!” That is not very nice to say, right?” I nodded to her and managed to untangle her from me. “Thank you Megan for all your help. We are going to take care of you now.” I opened the door, “Why don´t you go with this officer here and buy a soda or something while your waiting?” The little girl nodded and tried to dry her tears as she ran out of the room. I had to find out who the man Megan was talking about was. It could be our killer. “Ron… do something for me…” My receiver can be my best friend. But If the murder was personal, and he had come after Jim, then why did he kill Ryan as well?