Case Files 003: Inside Job

 

6:45a.m. I get a  wake up call from my partner saying that she just recieved a phone call from a family member, saying that her mom died and that she needed to take some time off. I guess with all the killings going on around you when you’re a cop, you kinda forget that you have a personal life. Thats why I keep a post it on my front door so that as I’m walking out I see a note that says “call your mom”. But anyway, I tell her sure,  and be careful and I can kill a couple of bad guys by myself. She laughed, I laughed, and then she hung up. Im  on the third floor of an apartment building in the worst part of town. I usually sleep with the window cracked open cause the cool breeze feels good at night. So as I’m getting ready to go I hear this woman scream to the top of her lungs just outside of my window. So I run to the window and shes walking backwards slowly, backing herself into a corner. I try to look for someone in front of her but I dont see a thing. And again she screamed and screamed to the top of her lungs, and by now her backs against the wall and I’m out on my ledge looking for someone in front of her but I see nothing. So without saying anything I slowly creep down the stairs with my gun in hand, but I see nobody… but the chick is still screaming her eyeballs out sitting in the fetus position on the ground. So I walk over to her to calm her down but shes still screaming! So after about 30 to 45 minutes of me acting like a parent to a grown woman, she calms down and I finally get to hear why shes screaming like a maniac.

I help her to her feet, and walk her to my car in the front of the building.  While putting her in my car I tell her to wait there until I can go back up to my apartment and lock up. She agrees to but something in her eyes said she wouldnt. Not saying I didnt trust her but not one time did she look me in my eyes, not even when I was coddeling her in the alley. So I jog back up to my apartment grab my keys and my wallet and shoot back down stairs. As soon as get there I see a crowd of people around my car. So I push some of them aside and see her sitting my car, doors locked, and she was continuesly banging her head on the dashboard. And not just lightly doing it, nooooo…she was drawing her head back as far as she could and slaming into the dashboard with so much force that the entire car was vibrating. And my car’s a 85′ firebird, so it looked pretty painful. So I yanked the door open, grabbed her out, picked her up and sat her on the curve. When I got her calmed down..she was shaking like a leaf on a tree. Her forehead was busted completely open with blood running down her face, and all over my shirt. After I called for an ambulance I tried to get some information out of her but it was useless, she was still shaking like a wet puppy and stuttering something serious. I couldnt drive my car because of all the blood on the dash so I hitched a ride to the hospital with her. Little did I know….that that would be the first day to one of the wildest weeks of my life.

Couple days later I go and visit her in the hospital, and she seems pretty normal. i couldnt stay for long so I just asked her some general questions like her name, where she was from…etc, etc.  But she couldnt answer none of them. She had no ID when she as admitted, and the hospital staff never got in touch with any of her family members. They said they tried but nobody called back. So after a few questions that got me nowhere I left her so she could get some rest. It was only on the second floor so I took the staris. And just as I was exiting the building one last question came to my mind. So I go back up the stairs to her room, open the door and was shocked…to see her sitting indian style on the floor against the wall banging the back of her head against the wall. An once again it wasnt pretty. So I grabbed her up and yelled for a nurse. This time when she was in my arms she was fighting to get away from me. And to be a tiny lady she was strong. So the nurses and I..yea thats right…two nurses… finally got her into bed and even still she wouldn’t calm down. One of the nurses tried to hold her legs down and the tiny lady kneed her dead in the face, knocked her out cold…lol it was kinda hilarious. So we got her calmed down after about 15 minutes,  and right before she passed out, with the saddest look on her face and tears rolling down her eyes she looked up at me and said “make it stop…..make her leave!'”

 

Case Files 002: All the pieces!

Back when I first discovered that this city would kill me and everything I loved, there was this celebrity that lived here. Now you might not have never heard of him, but around here he was treated like royalty. “Big” Carl Kipper. He was s body builder who owned his own gym, and a college graduate with a minor in medicine. He was gonna be a surgeon until he fell in love with the gym… Hehe… His words… Not mine.

I met Carl when he committed his first crime. It was petty theft from a gas station, but he still spent a night in jail. The next morning when he was released I had a conversation with him and he told me that his life was crumbling down. Said his grades were failing in school, and that his parents cut his funds off a few weeks ago. Which is why he turned to petty thievery. And  exactly a month after our little chit-chat, I saw him in my apartment building with his arms around a beautiful young lady! Just…down right gorgeous! I could tell she was older and more experienced, in every way. I had seen her before plenty of times but never the way I saw them that night. They looked like a pair of drunken, horny highschool kids you know.

Well a year after that I saw them in the news paper. They were freshly married, and she was the owner of a local gym. She got it dirt cheap. Hell…before she bought it I dont think I ever seen anybody go in there. But somehow, she had turned al that around. Seems like everytime I turned around I was hearing about that gym on the radio, on T.V., billborads,….it was everywhere. And I guess they were in love cause he was everywhere she was, just smiling and waving. Then one day I saw him on T.V.  advertising the gym… and man he was jacked. He looked like he could fold a buick up like a napkin. You could tell he was “juicing” but… man oh man.. he was huge. I’d hate to meet him in a dark alley at night, is all im saying.  And the only qestion that kept running through my head was, where the hek was she at. So sitting at my favorite little dinner one day my cheif calls me and tells me that someone found Mrs. Kipper dead in her apartment. So naturally he wanted me on the case, and  as usual I rushed to the crime scene. But nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see. When I got there and asked about the body, a beat cop told me to prepare myself! “Prepare myself!…..for waht?” I said. Then  he points toward the bathroom. So I walk in there, and immediately feel like I needed to throw up. The stench was horrible and I see Mrs. kipper nailed to the wall. That wasn’t the worst part. The worse part is that only her upper body was nailed to the wall. Let me be more specific. It was her head and chest nailed to the wall. Her arms, breast, and legs were missing. Oh yea….her uuh…. her heart was missing also!

It was a one of the worst things I’d ever seen! I mean…just imagine the most beautiful woman you know, now imagine someone taking an axe or…I’d say a dull hand saw, and just…sawing her in half. Along with her arms and legs. Then slicing her breast off, and cutting her chest open and literally digging her heart out. I mean….. What kind if sick person does that???

So naturally the first suspect was her husband Carl. And hes missing also. So now I gotta start from even further down the pole with this case. With the police all over the building, and the building all over the news,  I knew I wouldnt get anything done that day. So my feelings told me to go see if I can find anything at the gym they owned.

 

Clue number 1

So I pull up to the gym and its freakin crowded. The parking lot had people all over and the inside was worse. Muscle heads and half dressed women everywhere. Well….I didnt mind the women… hehe… I dont think any guy would. The entire gym smelled like a giant foot, but I fought through it and made my way to the clerk at the front desk. Another beautiful chick. Just at that moment I started thinking bout joing the gym. As I was telling her about Mrs. Kipper her face turned pale and wide eyed. Then I asked did she know the whereabouts of Carl and she froze. I stared deeply into her eyes and they kept darting to the her left. And at that time I heard a group of dudes in the back corner chanting. Dont know why I didnt hear it before but they were chanting pretty loud. So i’m looking at the group of …. monster looking dudes, all with their backs towards me and I see a familiar head going up and down and grunting loud as hell. So I slowly walk towards them, and I realize that the head I saw going up was Carl doing squats. He knoticed me and did one more and stood there staring at me.  With what looked like a ton of weights on his shoulders he just stood there, and all of his budies attention turned towards me. “Can I help you?”..he asked. So I said “yea we need to talk”, and he said “sure follow me”. So he walks me upstairs to this office overlooking the gym which was nice and all, but the only problem was that three other monsters followed us. We walk into the office and he sits down behind a desk and says “whats up?”. And before we got started I asked him about the men that followed us and he just said that they were his bodyguards. So I tell him the story of how the police found half of his wife nailed to her bathroom wall and he shows very little to no emotion. It seemed like he knew, but I didnt wanna accuse him or anything like that but I asked him “aren’t you sad?”. And he says…. “sad?… Sure!”. Can you belive it.  Lol… he just says “sure” and the first thing that came to my mind was he probally didnt do it but he does know who did it. Then I tell him the police tried to contact him, and he says that he’s been in the gym since 9pm last night. Says he slept ther because he and Mrs. Kipper have been fighting for the past two weeks and she kicked him out of the house. And as we’re talking one of the goons behind me is making noises, smacking his lips, and getting an attitude like im talking about him instead of Carl. That should have set an alarm off in my head right there. So after an hour or so of me and Carl going back an forth about him not caring that his wife was dead one of his goons says “we’ve been here long enough..its obviously he didnt know, why dont you stop harrassing him and leave!” Hehe…can you belive it?….he asked me to leave! So I say “no” then the guy that was giving me attitude gets up in my face and starts yelling at me. So without thinking I punched him in the face. And now that I think about it that was the wrong thing to do. Hehe…Now listen, I dont like people getting all up in my face, I dont like people telling me what to do, and I deffinitely dont like when people interrupt my conversation. So I punched him. It wasnt as hard as I could but I did it. But it was useless cause when I did,  his head just turned to the side like he didnt even feel it. And before I kew it he drew back and punched me in the stomach. It felt like I had to vomit when I hit the ground. And at that moment I heard Carl yelling at him for hitting me. So Carl helped me to my feet, and when I stood up I handed him my card and said “I’ll be in touch”!