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SHORT STORIES - THE WARLOCK MURDERS  |
| "Before you meet the other inspectors, I want you to know how much we appreciate Her Majesty’s Secret Service making your talents available to us,” Chief Inspector Hubert Fitch said to his new investigator as they walked down the overlit hallway of New Scotland Yard on their way to the Board Room. “When we collected all the data in the case and discovered the astonishing truth, we realized that we needed someone with very special abilities to solve this case.” “I appreciate your trust in me, Inspector Fitch.” “I just want your assurance that you will do this by the book. The Chief Justice doesn’t want any legal loopholes. This villain must be captured alive, tried and executed according to English law. Don’t kill him and don’t eat him.” “Not even one little bite?” “No. His solicitor will scream torture or something and he’ll walk. It’s also bad press for Scotland Yard,” Fitch continued. “The tabloids will have a field day and it won’t do your reputation any good either.” “I was kidding. Fill me in on this mysterious case. I understand the facts have been classified for years.” “The revelation that the same serial killer may have been operating in Great Britain for the last three hundred years was a great shock to us all. It came together when we took the body of surviving physical evidence and ran the latest state-of-the-art DNA and other tests on it. Hair evidence from a murder in 1796 matched hair and skin cell evidence from five murders committed in 1804, 1884, 1903, 1938 and the most recent 1957, 1975 and last April. I am sure there are many more old murders that could be linked to this person, but what little evidence there was has perished over the decades. I will add that even the great Sherlock Holmes was baffled by this case. It was the only one that was classified and it was never documented that he investigated it.” “And you’re positive about the current conclusion?” “97 per-cent DNA match on all points. It’s not even from related people. It’s most definitely the same person,” Fitch grimly replied. The only newspaper references to him as The Warlock Murderer were from this century, in the last thirty years to be exact.” The two sleuths arrived at the New Scotland Yard Board Room where the six other inspectors formerly assigned to the case were gathered with the total data accumulation of their efforts to meet with the Yard’s newest champion and submit what they could in an effort to solve the case once and for all and bring the bloody fiend to justice. As they entered the room, the inspectors gave the new arrival the once over. She was 5 foot, nine inches tall with long black hair that flowed like silk down to her mid-back. Her dark eyes were piercing and she was dressed in a red wool Versace business suit. Her only jewelry was a striking silver and black onyx pentagram ring on her right index finger. Her features were as mesmerizing. The Anglo-French beauty seemed no older than 21, yet there was something unworldly and slightly unsettling about her. “Gentlemen, thank you for coming,” Fitch began. “I want to introduce to you a lady who may be our last hope in ending this butcher’s reign of terror. As you all know we’ve proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that this fiend is a man of more than 300 years of age who has methodically raped, butchered, and in most instances, removed organs from over seventy-five young women over the last three centuries. When I discovered that the MI-6 had a double ‘0’ operative whose qualifications were extreme and special, I knew we now had a good shot at closing this case once and for all.” “Hear, Hear!” the collected men affirmed. “The head of MI-6, Dame Millicent MacKenzie, agrees with me.” Fitch continued. “Our new Inspector in Residence is – honestly - 900 years old, and trained by The Devil himself. She is a Grand Mistress of Satanic Rituals and has distinguished herself as the heroine of the 1081 Blackbridge Massacre and more recently in World War Two, she lead the commando team that thwarted the 1942 Nazi attempt to assassinate the Royal Family. She was knighted for that effort and has been working undercover for Her Majesty’s Secret Service on the Terrorist Watch Force. It’s my pleasure to introduce Dame Druscilla Marie d’Lambert, Code Name: Wicca Girl.” “My God! The Cannibal Witch of Blackbridge!” Inspector Bonhomme exclaimed. There was a barrage of loud, astonished chatter that echoed through the room. “Silence!” Fitch yelled. “Dame d’Lambert has no time for your petty jabbering or mundane opinions about her politics, past or affiliations. It is our position that in this case we have to fight fire with Hellfire. Dame d’Lambert needs to know now what you have managed to discover in your own investigations of this case. We’ll go around the table clockwise. Bonhomme, what did you unearth in the five years you chased this man?” Bonhomme stood and cleared the lump in his throat before expounding. “Using the latest in forensic tools and applying them to the known facts of the existing case files I determined the suspect is a male about six feet in height. He has sandy brown hair and wears a size 11 boot. Our man always wears gloves because there have never been any fingerprints.“ “What do you have to add, Inspector Lemmon” Fitch asked of the next in line. “Only that the suspect strikes during the new moon cycle.” Lemmon replied. “The victims are all young females under 25 years of age with no families, but not necessarily virgins.” “Yes, quite so,” Fitch commented. “Just what forensic evidence is there?” Druscilla continued. “Inspector Wollcott would know that,” Fitch answered. “He’s our premier expert on this case. His great grandfather, grandfather and father all were inspectors on the case at one time or another since 1885. He’s a fourth generation Scotland Yard inspector.” “Yes and I am afraid the fourth generation to be completely stymied by it, too,” Woolcott admitted. “For 371 years this fiend has been butchering British women and it has to stop! The forensic evidence is mostly skin cells and hair from under the victims’ fingernails. In one instance we got a piece of eyeglass lens. Apparently the killer wore spectacles that were broken during a struggle, but the frames were lost in time and we only have a small piece of lens left and the prescription to the lens is approximate.” Druscilla felt the cold chill of the stares of the other inspectors as she examined the glassine envelopes. Yet she had the feeling that there was more to these murders than a crazed warlock, much more. Perhaps, the truth would lead them past some suburban English locale to the bowels of Hell itself. Next: The Meeting Heats Up and a Startling Revelation. |
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