“Careful, calculated, cold and meticulous…” the man said while standing over the ice-cold body of Angela Forestein. He brandished a bone saw in front of her face as if she could see what is going on and quickly laughed into the enclosed space of the room. “…they are 4 things that I strive to be.” He laughed again, this time more maniacally than the last.
His face morphed into a menacingly blank stare as he looked at the body. His hands got sweaty under his latex gloves and he inched closer with the bone-saw. “O’ Angela, O’ Angela! How I deeply adored you. But now the chatting must end, my love.” He smiled and turned the bone-saw on, touching it to her skin and laughing again.
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Trotley lay in bed, but it was not on a duly proficient appointment. He wondered why criminals do the things they do and why on God’s green Earth could a murderer even live with themselves—the usual detective thought in the agency. His alarm clock went off and he reached over to hit the snooze button. Immediately after he pressed the button his phone began to ring. He picked it up and looked at the number: Foler.
“Hey Foler, what are you doing calling me?” the medical examiner does not usually call the detectives in, but Foler is a friend of Trotley.
“Detective Trotley…I need you to move your ass. There’s a crime scene that I’m sure you’ll be itching to get to immediately.” His voice was coarse and disgusted.
“What kind of crime scene?” Trotley asked.
“One whole body found and…” his voice trailed off and Trotley could hear a sigh made over the phone. “…Just get here Trot. We’re under a bridge on Arnold Mill Road. It’s in Woodstock so you might want to get moving now.” The phone hung up.
“Woodstock?” he thought. “Somewhere in a quiet suburb…there was a murder?” he didn’t buy it, but he knew nothing until he could examine the crime scene.
No time for a shower, Trotley threw on his work suit, fixed his hair and went out the door. He laid out food for his dog and cat then got in his Intrepid. After the usual fitting into the car, he sped away towards the crime scene.
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“You’re going to absolutely love this house.” An eccentric woman was about to sell another house and could not wait. “Now it’s 3 stories, has 3 bathrooms, 4 bedrooms, a nice basement and attic although the basement needs a little bit of work. It also has a wonderful view.” She pointed out to the hills past the two cliffs southeast of the house.
“It’s perfect.” The man looked at her and gave her a charming smile.
“Well, if that is a buy then I just need you to sign some papers and I’ll be on my way.” She handed the man three papers and pointed where he needed to sign.
“I noticed some police on the drive in. Is there some sort of mafia goings on here? There were many cars.” He gave her a sinister smile this time and he could see it made her uncomfortable.
“Well, I’ve no idea about why they’re here but, sir, I can assure you there aren’t any sort of mafia crime rings around here.” She took the signed papers from him and quickly ushered herself out of the house, leaving the man behind.
The man walked outside and pulled a large radio out of his car. He carried it halfway up the stairs and turned around to look at the hills. After shaking his head he walked into the house and set the radio down. He pulled batteries out of his pocket and put them in the radio and smiled. After a second of calm, he turned it on and played the CD: Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake. His calm composure turned into a masquerade of beauty as he danced around the room and moved his hands as if directing the song himself.
**
Trotley was trying to drive and think at the same time. He had his hands sternly on the wheel as he tried to wake himself up more than the call had.
“Now…” he paused. “A body found…no…a hole body found. Hole? That doesn’t make sense…maybe whole?” he frequently spoke to himself while on a case. “A whole body…? Why would Foler say that?” his mind receded as he stared at the road ahead. The crime scene is at least an hour away from him now.
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The stars are breaking points into the two main characters' points of view...as if that isn't obvious. It isn't complete as I want the introduction to be...something that hooks you. And trust me when I'm done with it you will be hooked.
Any opinions, etc. are nice.