More bodies pop up as Detective Cade races to find answers.
“Someone reported a body hung from a tree down at Queensbridge Park,” Stevenson announced, “the police are already down there.”
Detective Cade and Bryan rushed into their car and drove to the park. When they arrived at Queensbridge, Detective Cade and Bryan saw the pandemonium that came from the area. People had flocked around the park as they looked upon the police who were there. As they got out, Detective Cade and Bryan walked through the green grass where the barricade tape was set at; they went under it and a police officer approached them.
“Not much I can tell you boys, except that the girl’s body was found hung on that tree. We brought it down. The body was found with multiple stab wounds in the stomach,” The police officer informed.
The police officer led Detective Cade and Bryan to a tree near the water. On the grass was the body inside a body bag. One of the forensics opened the bag and the girl’s face and torso was shown. Her face and neck was blue like the night due to the rope that had gripped and snapped her neck like a toothpick.
“Do we have an id on her?” Detective Cade asked the police officer.
“A person around this area recognized her as Miranda Wells. She was a senior at Stuyvesant High School.”
Cade looked around, he saw a man and woman crying behind the barricade tape.
“Is that her parents over there?” Detective Cade asked pointing towards the man and women.
“Yes they are,” The officer responded.
Detective Cade and Bryan walked towards the man and woman, the woman decided went over the barricade tape and attempted to run to the dead body.
“I want to see her!” The lady cried as police moved to stop her.
Detective Cade got in the way and he put his arms around the lady to stop her.
“It’s alright, it’s alright,” Detective Cade repeated as he held the lady.
The man who appeared to be her husband came to get her and put his hands around her.
“Mr. and Mrs. Wells, I am sorry for what has happened,” Detective Cade told the two.
“What the hell is going on in this city? First that Sarah girl, then our poor little baby!” Mr. Wells bawled.
“Did your daughter know Sarah,” Bryan asked the two.
“I have never seen Miranda with her nor talking about her, that’s all I can tell you,” Mrs. Wells informed.
“Again, we’re sorry,” Bryan declared as he and Detective Cade walked off.
“Detective!” Alice Peterson shouted as she and Jerry walked over to Detective Cade and Bryan.
Detective Cade and Bryan rolled their eyes. Alice had her microphone in hand, as Jerry held the camera on his shoulder.
“Detective, do you think this murder along with the murder of Sarah Oliver may be connected since both girls went to the same high school?”
“What did I tell you!?” Detective Cade barked as he got into his car with Bryan.
“Damn reporters,” Bryan scolded.
“Yeah I know,” Detective Cade stated.
Detective Cade and Bryan drove back to the station.
“The victim is Miranda Wells; she was a senior at Stuyvesant, just like Sarah Oliver, she was also stabbed just like Sarah Oliver,” Detective Cade reported to Stevenson as he and Bryan entered into Stevenson’s office.
Stevenson released a sigh.
“I can’t say these murders are connected; it’s just two,”
“Two murders that happened in the last 24 hours, of two people who went to the same high school, were in the same grade, murdered the same way, and both suspects haven’t been found,” Detective Cade added, “c’mon use your common sense.”
“I am using it. I’ll let both of you take this case as well. Maybe, you can find something in one of them that can lead to something else in the other, or maybe both.”
Detective Cade left the station and went home. As he got home, Harry and Kate were watching the news in the living room. The living room was connected to the kitchen, its walls were tan and its plush velvet carpet was grey. There was a brown Lawson-style sofa in the living room and a black leather recliner was on each side of the sofa. The room was lighted up by a black Torchère floor lamp which was in the corner. In the corner next to the lamp was a red flower pot in which a ficus tree stood out of. In the center of the living room was a black granite rectangular table that stood on wooden pegs. There were two pictures of a rain forest on the wall along with a plasma screen TV that faced the sofa.
“In less than 24 hours, two murders have happened in NYC, of two students who were both seniors at Stuyvesant High School,” The news spokesman stated.
Kate changed the channel as she was worried.
“Is it the same person that killed Sarah and Miranda?” Harry asked Cade.
“We haven’t even caught a suspect yet, so I do not know.”
“Who would do something like that?” Kate questioned.
Cade checked his watch, it was around 3 p.m. He received a call from Stevenson.
“Yeah,” Cade answered.
“You will not believe this,” Stevenson began, “there has been a body found in a car at a stoplight down at 57th Street.”
Cade hung up his phone as he approached the door.
“Where are you going?” Kate asked.
“Something came up back at work. I have to go.”
Detective Cade got into his car and drove to 57th Street. When Detective Cade arrived, the street was blocked off with police cars. A police officer approached Detective Cade’s car as he was driving slowly in between the buildings on the street.
“Detective,” Detective Cade informed as he showed the officer his badge.
The police officer allowed Detective Cade to continue. Detective Cade parked his car on the side of the street and approached the barricade tape where the victim’s car was at. Bryan approached him.
“Things keep getting crazier and crazier around here,” Bryan announced.
Detective Cade and Bryan approached the car. Inside of the car was a young man whose throat was sliced open like fresh livestock in the slaughter house while his head slumped onto the steering wheel. All Detective Cade heard was the dripping of the man’s blood from his throat as it dripped onto the seat like water from a shower head.
“The car was at a green light, but it didn’t move, so other cars start honking and driving around. A pedestrian crossing the street looked at the person in the car and noticed that his head was on the steering wheel as if he was not alive. That’s when we received the call about it,” Bryan told Cade.
“Did the cameras show anything?”
“We checked them; we didn’t get anything. Just a dead guy in a moving car that eventually stopped.”
“And who is this guy?”
“His name is Randy Jacobs, and he was also a senior at Stuyvesant High,” Bryan announced to Cade.
Detective Cade put his hands on his hips as he looked at the sky and let out a huge sigh.
“And Stevenson thinks this all just a coincidence,” He groaned.
Detective Cade suddenly spotted a man wearing a white tank top, blue jeans, and light brown lumber jack boots who placed in his backpack a chef’s knife that was encased in blood. The man had a beard and a mustache that was both trimmed. He had a dirty blonde Ivy League cut along with a tattoo of a horned devil like creature on his hand.
“Hey, you!” Detective Cade shouted at the man.
The man turned towards Detective Cade and put on his backpack.
“Stop right there!” Detective Cade yelled.
The man started off running as Detective Cade pursued him in a hurry. The man ran straight; he ran past a red light and almost got hit by a car with Detective Cade in pursuit. The man soon threw his backpack with the knife in it in a nearby trash can knocking people down in his way.
The two continued down East 57th Street as the chase continued. All that was on Detective Cade’s mind was getting his man. He became a lion who hunts down its prey, hungry and ferocious for its meal. As the man kept running, Detective Cade was getting closer and closer until he was in reach of the man. As the man ran across the street, Detective Cade tackled him. Detective Cade pulled out his gun and aimed it at the man laying stomach first on the ground.
“Do not move! You are under arrest!” Detective Cade barked as he put the man in handcuffs.
“For what, I didn’t do anything!” The man argued.
“Then why did you run?” Detective Cade objected as he stood the man up.
Detective Cade walked the man down the street where the crime scene had happened. On the way back, Detective Cade reached into the trash can where the man dumped his backpack and retrieved it.
“Oh, you’re so busted.”
“You’re not going to read me my rights?” The man questioned as Detective Cade was escorting him.
“You have the right to shut up!”
Detective Cade approached a police officer with the man.
“Take him down to the station and into the interrogation room; I have some questions for him, and take this backpack down to forensics. There’s a knife in it with blood; I’m going to need the blood on the knife to be traced,” Detective Cade commanded as he handed the man and the backpack over to the police officer.
The police officer put the man in the back of the police car. Bryan approached Detective Cade.
“You think that’s our guy?” Bryan questioned.
“It has to be.”