Chapter 1: I Smell Her

I smell her.

Before me, a mother of two. Her body lies rigid in the freshly lined snow, her once-golden hair now a muddled mess, barely clinging to her scalp.

A gruesome yet pretty snow angel accompanies my new acquaintance on the ground, her body sprawled nude on the pavement. If it weren’t for the fact that she was dead, she would probably be quite cold.

My eyes follow each stab and slash across her chest, dark ooze seeping from every opening, every slit. There was hatred in each thrust. Must have been.

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I inhale deeply, letting the scent of blood fill my lungs. Hold it. Exhale.

My eyes drift downward to her two pale infant daughters. One was placed inside their mothers abdomen. The other left cold and alone.

The scene is incomplete.

I get to work, my hands moving quickly as I fix things up.

There we go. All better. Now you can both be with Mommy.

I stare at my little mosaic for a moment longer before heading back to my cruiser.

Time to call it in.

Lew? Will here. Im down by the Millers house. Found a crime scene. Im gonna need a forensics team down here.

Jesus, you mean Nina Miller?

Yes.

She okay?

No.

Alright, Ill send some folks down there.

I hang up.

Letting out a deep sigh, I stare back at what used to be the Millers.

If I count the babies, that makes six total victims. Somebody’s been busy.

Lamenting about the whole situation, I rest my head against the window of my car and daydream.