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Part Four



He burnt his lip as he sipped his coffee, distracted and disgusted he threw the local paper in the bin. He didn't need to have it flaunted in his face.


The papers were calling it, the R. M. Murders, for Random Male. The town was beginning to lose it's self in fear. The streets were quiet, the pub was bare, not even the barber opened his doors.


The locals barricaded themselves inside of their homes. Detective Sergeant Floyd, had no leads, no evidence, nothing.


His thoughts were interrupted by the coffee shop door, squeaking open. He looked up, surprised to see someone brave enough to venture out. They glided in, as if sleeping beauty herself had entered, an entourage followed by chirping and attentive sparrows and the butterflies hovering ahead, attracting attention to the peachy innocence that radiated from them.


They caught him staring, mouth open, he smiled and quickly looked away. They had flashed him a provocative smile and sent him racing back to a teenage boy. He glanced over the rim of his cup and looked them up and down. He noticed he was instantly attracted, and wished he could reach the paper he threw in the bin, to hide his interest. Without a word the sisters had seized his attention.

They giggled and whispered, holding their finger a second longer in the mouth of the other as they feed each other the strawberry muffin. They knew who he was and just as a cat teasingly plays with the mouse, the sisters teasingly seduced, Detective Sergeant Floyd.

No. Four

Part Three

It was unusually cold this time of year. The day was cloudy, and a light shower fell across the small sleepy town. The occasional swirl of a crisp morning breeze enraptured a chill in the locals, who gathered together to spy on the body found last night.

Brazenly two strangers blended in with the concerned locals. They relied on the trusting country folks nature, not to draw attention. Like vixens they leered at each other. An elated shriek escaped from their lips. Entwined in each others phychi they embraced and savoured the commotion that splayed around them.

The body had decomposed slower than normally. The cool open elements of the rain forest was a great choice to dump the body. The cooler climate would decrease the decaying process and gave the sisters more time to relish.

On the prowl, they sat quiet in a bar. Using a gesture of a stare they randomly picked the next victim. Flicking her hair and seductively smiling, she sheepishly half turned away. She lent into her sister and pretended to whisper they both giggled, looking back in his direction. His eyes wide open and his urge now awakened, he was captured.

Detective Sergeant Floyd drummed his pencil on the 19th century oak desk. He was puzzled. The only common factor about the four bodies was that they were all male. The murderer was picking males at random, the profile read.

Floyd felt frustrated. Residence were to afraid to go out, especially the men. Everyone began to become suspicious, and the local pub hadn't had a patron in days. The pressure was on, Floyd knew he needed a break through, before another body was found.



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The Lions Jaw

Part two

 A chill hung in the air, not from the winters day, but from the skull found in the lions enclosure.

The morning sun peeked through the cloudy sky. A light shower of rain hovered over the wildlife park. The zoo keeper noticed that the big cats didn't roar down to the fence as usual feeding routines go, they slowly rose from their slumber and sauntered down to sniff the meat and play with it, like a cat does a mouse.

As opportunistic eaters, they didn't eat it, they weren't hungry.

Unbeknown to the keeper, the pride had already been fed. During the dark of night, a fresh kill was devoured by the lions.

The only trace was apparent, when one of the young cubs, ran past the keeper holding a human skull in his mouth.

The wildlife park, was brought to a complete stand still. A body count of workers was conducted, everyone was accounted for. Within minutes, the police had cordoned off the park.
Disappointed tourists were turned away and the gates heavily guarded and padlocked.

News of a murder spread quickly through the close knit town. Reporters began to set up cameras and they climbed trees to try get a better advantage point.


Detective sergeant Floyd, looked at the human remains, hair and skin still visible. The skull was damaged by teeth scratches, and the lower jaw bone was missing. 

Forensic scientists examined the skull for fifteen hours and then reported, that at the time it was found till death, had been less than twenty four hours.

Under police guard, a veterinary surgeon was choppered in and pumped the stomach of every lion. The contents now evidence.

The detective was really concerned. Three bodies had been found in a week. It was apparent a killer lurked in their midst.

Murder at the Big Mango

Part one

The yellow and red police tape that cordoned off the area blew gently in the afternoon breeze.
The unmistakable big mango shadowed over the nearby bush that hide the decomposing body.

A strong police presences kept a congregation of news reporters at bay. Forensic scientist wearing white overalls paced frankly back and forth between the crime scene and their unmarked van. They were unsure how long the body had been there, but preliminary detection of the bloating indicated four days.

The towns people were shocked that a body could lay undiscovered for so long at the popular tourist spot. But curiosity got the better of them and a group of locals gathered near the road side. Hoping to catch a glimpse of the victim. Prompting the question, was he/she a local?

The heinous act of the murder put shivers through Detective Sergeant Floyd of the local police. He had never witnessed such a horrific crime. Floyd had spent his entire career as the local Detective and felt an unsettling fear for the residence of the small sleepy town.

With all the commotion no one saw the two sisters sitting in their red car.



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The Roger Falls

Together they seductively used their female prowess to flirt and lure him into their bed.
His head filled with fantasy. A threesome. He couldn't believe his luck.

They made him buy a bottle of Bollinger champagne and promised to lick it off his chest.
Slowly pulling the lace strings undone with a finger, their cotton shirts fell to the floor.
They helped one another teasingly undress, he shuddered as tingles stimulated his body.


His mind preoccupied as soft sensual hands wandered his torso. He never noticed the rohypnol they slipped into his drink.


Closing his eyes as his pleasure intensified, he didn't see the baseball bat in her hands. His skull cracked and crumbled, causing a massive intracranial hemorrhage. Still alive and semi conscious, he was aware when they wrapped him in plastic. Gasping he asphyxiated.


They drove along the rough country road in silence.


Roger falls was in full flood. Monsoon rains had dropped plenty.
The water roared over the jagged rocks. Swirling and thrashing.


They threw the corpse into the roaring water and watched it float away.
It smashed onto rocks and vanished beneath the foaming white water.


They giggled like silly school girls and sang along to girls just wanna have fun, as they drove back to the city. Blocking and dissociating. A pact made to never speak of what they had done.
Two sisters.



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