Black Monster

It was seven in the evening and Emma was still on the case, not that there was anything new as such, she was watching the CCTV footage of Bondstreet, the last sighting of one Marria Jones a half Brit, half Italian and Art Graduates from St Martians. Like all the Victims she was in her 20’s this time mid though they spanned the entire decade. She was educated and not exactly what you would expect from a fun loving student.

The missing girls were not virgins, that truelly was a rare find for people in thier twenties though Alex the 21 yr old from Stock On Trent had been, but they were all… not promiscuous. That was the only way she could think of putting it, they had all be in one maybe two sexual relationships and were introverted. They were all highly educated with a tendency to disappear to be on their own. But that was all they had in common, they studdied different subjects – everything from science to business to art to sport and they were scattered through out London, no two studdied at the same institution. The only absence was that of medical students – no nurses or Doctors at all which was strange considering the diversity.

Some one had to be staking out the girls, following their habbits and finding out what they were like before targeting them. She had 30 bodies and a further 20 missing persons that fitted the spec – all having gone missing over the last five years but the rate of disappearences was going up. An worse than that she knew from dates of disappearnces verses the time and state of the corpse found that Maria was probably still alive and would be for another 60 days. But she had no idea where she was and worse than that there would be at least one other potential victim sitting there with her.

There was no race for the girls lives Emma was stuck, the old man would need to be gently sussed out but he probably was just too clever for his own good. Everything he’d said was deducable from what she had said but he was as of yesterday a suspect. Though she had to admit not a very good one.

No likely common thread. Emma pressed the palm of her hand into her forehead to try and forestool the headache that was pushing at the back of her eyes. A mix of creed, colour and just about every other factor, everything different except they were girls who were quiet and shy and ‘good’ in the old fashion sense of the word. No drugs, little sex and bizarly even littler alcahol. The girls who stayed in to write essays, the girls that disappeared to write poems in the park without telling anyone. Loners, sad little things but no that was wrong as well that tended to be their image of themselves but many of them had a long term partner who though initially not worried soon became so.

That a cult was involved was obvious but it was no ordinary cult if she had been called in.

She had a police warret but was more than a police woman, they had called her back from important work on some unuasual ice mummies for this. Emma goaned as she thought of what she would have to do if she couldn’t move a head on this case soon.

The Police Cheif wondered in she could tell he resented her as much as a journalist hates a D-order. She waited with patience she didn’t really have, soemthing was up otherwise he would not be their, if he could have he would have sent her a minion.

‘That narcotice lead you gave us?’ he asked bluntly after waiting too long for her to brake the silence.

She nodded, it hadn’t seemed much but the scrap of info that their were several plants refered to historicially as the Blue Locus had got the cops hept up into a frenzy.

‘Well I sent one of the lads out to investigate and they came back some interesting stuff, spent the afternoon chatting to some crumpeled up old academic at Kew Gardens.’ He looked to bloody smug for her liking.

‘You’ve found it?’ she asked raising an eyebrow that she had plucked within a mm of its life.

His cheek twitched slightly, ‘not quiet,’ he admitted.

‘But we have sent samples of several plants of for annalysis plus I’ve got the names of some people to talk to at the Darwin Centre and The British Museum. Should I send one of my boys to investigate or do you want to do it?’ The tick again, she knew it wasn’t her gender that illicited the response though but rather her status, the boys he spoke of simply refered to police officers, reguardless of gender.

She sighed deeply, ‘I’ll do it, I have the training,’ she winced internally at the thought of the extra hours it would add to her work load. However she really did have a better idea of how to extract information out of academics than your average officer plus she knew more about what was going on than any of them did.

‘Thankyou, if you could mail me the info on who to talk to that would be great.’ he wasn’t going and she had alot to do still, she diverted her gaze to the CCTV footage once more in a pointed kind of way, ‘is there anything else?’ she asked after an awkward silance.

‘Well..’ he started almost apologetically, ‘Pete seemed to think that you might be interested in his file of old lab brake ins’ she froze, and snaped her head up sharply to reguard the over weight bull dog. He laughed nervously, ‘he’s a bit of a nut when it comes to those files but a damn good officer…’ he fininshed a bit on the defensive.

‘Just London or the UK as a whole,’ she asked

‘Both… and erm… he even collects stuff from other countries where he can find it. It’s a bit of an obsession with him, he’s got some sort of conspiracy theory about people trying to build computers to talk to god.’ his laughter died at the look on her face.

‘I’ll send him up then shall I?’ he asked after a while of turning plum red.

‘Yes if you would be so kind, and some coffee too if it would at all be possible,’ she snapped the last words out and regretted it at the resentful mask that flashed into possition on his face. ‘I’m sorry but it has been a long day and I want to find were these girls are being taken preferably before the latest lot of kidnapees end up as fish food in the Serpentine.’ To her suprise he nodded.

‘Coffee and conspiracy nut will be with you shortly,’ And he was gone. She went back to staring at the screen.

Posted: Wednesday, November 7th, 2012 @ 6:49 pm
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