VIII
“March 10th …searching – finding – killing is only part of the excitement; the real fun was the taboo of tasting…”
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The well-to-do suburban neighborhood was a picturesque scene right out of a movie. With its yellow green leaves beginning to bud on the springtime trees, kids riding their bikes along the streets, and lawns being watered on a Saturday morning; made everything seem all was right in the world.
Meanwhile a blue and white Police car slowly turned off 28th street in search of an address of the unsuspecting family. The north side of Fort Worth was about to get a wakeup call. After slowing down a bit, the driver continued on for another two blocks.
His passenger asked, “Wasn’t that the house back there, Sargent?”
“Yep,” the driver answered as he put his hat on, called their stop in to dispatch, and then exited the vehicle. Adding to his partner, over the hood-lights of the car, “We best walk this one in rookie, and talk a bit before we get there.”
“Alright,” the eager to please trainee replied.
Rounding the car, they both joined up on the sidewalk side by side, their pace was not quite a fast as the newbie had grown accustomed to, and wondered what the change was about. The experienced officer asked, “How long have you been on the force now Rodrigues?”
“Four weeks and two days out of the Academy, sir.” The snap answer was well rehearsed with pride, the senior could tell.
The sergeant’s scoffed exhale recalled his own eager freshness a thousand years before, “Hum, It was less than that when I gave my first notice.”
“Yes Sargent Wilson.”
“Shoe its hardest part of the job if anyone asked me. The average Joe citizen out here thinks we are impervious to everything, even emotions. We’re not, Rodrigues, remember that, we’re not. You just have to compartmentalize and stay focus on the bigger picture – it’s a tight rope only you can figure out.”
“Yes sir.”
“Well, you’re up, this is your first death notice and I’m sure you’ve memorized all the right steps and procedures so – don’t screw it up.”
“No sir I won’t.”
“Oh, and don’t tell that mother in there every little detail of the case you think you know either. She doesn’t need to know her only daughter was butchered in half with by an ax murderer, like the Black Dahlia back in the 40’s.”
There was hesitation in the younger man’s voice, “No sir.”
Then, two houses before their destination the Training Officer stopped and added, “Oh, and for God’s sake, Rodrigues don’t tell her that the perp cut out, and ate her private parts either.”
“No –.” A second later and the image caught up to him. The Rookie lunged for the fence and burst out vomiting, sputtering, “Sorry, Sarg.”
The older man shook his head, “I’m sorry I have to be the one to deliver the news too. Let me know when you’re ready, son.”
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