The warm liquid once again flooded into his mouth, spreading warmth through his body, opening his eyes wide, awakening his senses to the world around him. Another night, another life…..at least that was the motto down at the 14th. Coffee was a way of life. Nothing woke you up to the the night life of the city like a cup of joe. Myles was now ready; homicide again, and just as before, throat ripped out completely, being removed entirely back to the spine, blood everywhere, staining the pavement around it for two feet on each side. What could be doing this?
“Fifth one this week, ehh Myles?” a voice shouted over his shoulder.
“Yeah it appears so….whats the time of death?”
“Can’t tell yet. We just came across this an hour ago, but the blood looks to have coagulated so I’d say a while.”
The stench wasn’t yet overwhelming but It was enough for Myles to bury his nose into his coffee cup, straining to smell anythng except the macabre in front of him. The M.O. was the same as the last five: Throat ripped out to the spine, ten perfectly placed incision marks about two inches deep into the chest, shriveled body with the skin barely hanging on the bones. He couldn’t take much more of this.
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