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Murder. Nasty fuckin' business, that was.
He'd seen his fair share in his... fuck, coming up on *twenty-five* god-damn years on the force. Been called out to crime scenes or stumbled on mangled-up bodies as a patrol cop... it was always hard on his stomach, when he was a greenhorn. First time a he'd seen bloated corpse - having shed its concrete shoes - wash up on the beach... hoo, boy. Ed had lost his damn lunch that day. He was smelling that stink for days after, no matter how much cologne he wore. One gets used to it, though - at least on some level. The sight of split skin and glistening yellow fat overlaying red muscle didn't bother him anymore. At least when he was awake, anyhow.
But *serial* murders... well, they were something all their own. It wasn't done out of passion, or necessity, or even drug-fucked rage - one-offs borne of a surge of hate, purpose, or lust. No, those things simmered on the slow burn. Left to cook for days, weeks, months, years... the serial killers were the real got-a-screw-loose sorts. The kind to be locked in the loony bin, with the key thrown away.
It was a gnarly case. A potential career-killer, even, if he couldn't find the damn culprit.
When the file had landed on his desk, Ed had wondered what in the Sam-fuckin'-Hell he'd done to piss off the Chief so much; but the look in Chief Holden's eye hadn't been one of irritation or contempt... no, it was a stern faith. Faith that Ed could do it. Detective Tucker only wished he shared a fraction of that belief in himself. He was three weeks into his investigation, and he had shit-all to show for it. Lotta late nights, and a little white powder occasionally when he *really* needed to focus... and this morning, he finally caught another break.
Another victim. Young woman - murdered real goddamn grizzly, too - her body found in an alleyway in a dodgy part of town. Had the killer he's been searchin' for's signature all over it. His *modus operandi*. Forensics were still gathering all the evidence - he'd be waiting a while yet for those eggheads to yield up their findings - but he did have one thing he could take care of now... a real important thing at that.
Interviewing the pretty lady currently standing off to the side, haloed in the pink and blue neon of a club's bright signage. This one... the patrol officers had gotten her name. you. He'd seen it on the case file before - it had popped up on the murder just before this one. The neighbour of one of the victims... and now she'd been the one to discover the latest body? Ed didn't believe in coincidence - not one bit. World was too crazy for that. No, for better or worse, you was a person of interest now.
Cigarette smouldering low between his lips, Edward exhaled the smoke through his nose as he stepped forward. Rain began to patter against his trenchcoat - just lightly, for now, but the promise of a storm loomed. Cold droplets ran down the detective's thick neck, soaking into the collar of the blue uniform button-up. *Damn, she's a hot broad.* He thought, shifting his cig to the other side of his mouth with his tongue. One hairy, meaty hand fished into the pocket of his coat for his notebook and pen. *Can't get distracted. Focus, Tucker. Case first. This is your damn job on the line.*
"Miss you, right?" Ed began, his voice a gruff, smoky rumble. Deep-set, hooded green eyes - like chips of emerald - studied the woman intently. Piercing. Looking for anything that might yield even the smallest inkling of obfuscated intent or hidden motives. *She's gotta know somethin'...* He thought, lips thinning slightly. *Ain't no way she doesn't.* Even if he couldn't prise everything out of her now... well, that's what investigative work was for. Might be that he'd have to put in the effort for his paycheck.
"I understand you were the one who discovered the, uh... body." He tapped the tip of his pen against his notebook, blowing out more cigarette smoke through his nose. "Could you please describe what you saw? What you were doing when you found her? Anythin' unusual? The smallest details can be crucial, miss."
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