Mr. Detective

The next morning was Mrs. Novak taking out the trash. Typical pensioner fashion, lilac apron made out of thin material, older, long, black skirt, and on her feet just slippers. Her hair was short gray with a perm. Slowly with a painful, wobbly walk, she wanted to go back home. Something caught her attention. Something red was located between the bushes. The old lady perked up and out of curiosity came closer.

As soon as she realized what it was, she let out a horrified scream. A young girl lay in the bushes covered through and through with blood. A swollen, bruised face and an empty gaze pointing to the sky. Arms were thrown loose from her body. Her guts were protruding from some wounds. Everything around her was engulfed in crimson color.

Only a beast could leave such a rampage. Immediately, people began to appear in the windows of nearby houses, and some came running from all possible sides of the streets. Not everyone could bear well the menacing sight. Many of them couldn't hold it in and felt like throwing up. They probably won't forget such a view for the rest of their lives.

The police were called immediately. They arrived shortly after and secured the crime scene. Members of the police force started asking people around if they had seen anything suspicious... probably around the time of the previous night. The girl was for sure dead just a short time. Unfortunately, no one could help them.

Mrs. Novak was still in shock and even wasn't able to speak. Stunned, she sat on the edge of the ambulance and clutched an oxygen mask in her left hand. Shakily, she mentally was pulling herself together. It definitely took a few years off of her life. The doctor checked the pressure on her right arm to make sure she hadn't received a heart attack. The pressure shot high, so he injected her with an infusion and vitamins just to make sure.

A black sports car stopped right next to the ambulance. A tall young man... in his early thirties got out of the dark vehicle. Even his clothes matched his car. Navy blue shirt with a black tie, a jacket, and black chino pants. He wore leather shoes on his feet. Half-length raven hair waved in the gentle breeze.

He approached the ambulance from the side, where Mrs. Novak was sitting. With his hands in his trouser pockets, he crouched down towards the old lady. A warm smile appeared on the young man's face. He took off his mirrored glasses revealing his chocolate eyes and introduced himself.

"I'm Detective Marek Dano or just Mr. Dano. Are you Mrs. Novak?" Still shocked, the old lady nodded with her gray head. After a few more breaths, she was feeling somehow better, so she took the mask off of her face and awaited the next questions from the young detective.

“So today, was the day, you went to take out the trash, is that right? Were you alone on the street? Have you seen anyone suspicious or anything else that could be strange?" He pulled out a small notebook with a pen, ready to write down anything new about this murder case.

"I went out of the apartment building, like every morning at this time. I walked over to the bins and then turned to go back, but something I noticed in the bushes caught my attention. It was large and red, I thought someone had thrown clothes in there, but I almost had a heart attack. The poor girl... was lying in her own blood. I screamed in terror and everyone, who heard me, came running immediately. I didn't notice anything strange until then. I've already said everything to the police."

The old lady was wiping the tears from her face with an old embroidered handkerchief. Disappointed with the short answer, he returned his notebook back to its place, in the back-right pocket of his trousers. He said his goodbye to the old lady. Marek then stuffed both his hands into his jacket pockets and slowly walked towards the body of that late girl.