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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Crime
- Published: 09/28/2018
“Another letter boss”
Laura dropped a pile of mail onto Detective Morrison's desk.
She looked around at the slovenly mess of her bosses office, there were a copious amount of wrappers of old fast food restaurants. The light smell of vodka, mixed with whiskey seemed to linger in the air causing Laura to cover her mouth.
The sound of snoring coming from Morrison's office drew Laura to open the door.
Morrison was covered in bottles of beer, the gooey reddish and orange swirl of chunks of throw up spread all across his body, pieces of potato chips stuck to his face.
Laura covered her mouth, punching his leg.
“Hey wake up!”, “Wake up!”
Morrison groaned feeling the sensation of a thousand needles trickling down from his brain to the tips to his toes.
“You smell like dog feces”
Morrison smirked, the right tip of his lip was a little orange from the barbecue chips.
“Thanks, I feel like a million bucks”
“Get dressed, you're an hour late for work and if the deputy sees you like this one more time you're out of a job” Laura hissed.
“Why don’t you make me?"
“Morrison get in the shower now before I drag you there”
Morrison chuckled, his love for Laura and their banter was the only thing that made working at that terrible job worth it.
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The drips of water pouring down his backside calmed the static behind his eyes. he could hear the light sound of the whirring of the coffee machine coming from the kitchen, vanilla and caramel flavored K-cups seemed to linger in the air.
Morrison stared in distaste as he stared at the suit Laura had laid out for him.
He couldn’t stand putting on those monkey suits and it didn’t help that Laura was so meticulous when it came to picking out his ties.
"Morrison you're late”
“Hello to you too, Peter, how’s your wife, my beds been missing her lately?”
Before Peter could respond the Deputy Sheriff came around the corner.
“Morrison you're late”
“I know sir I was arraigned to appear in court to testify in the Matter’s case, me and the lawyer had a few rounds, I must have lost time sir,”
The Sheriff nodded, walking back to his office.
Morrison couldn’t help but feel a profuse amount of annoyance. his partner was Eric, a newbie, or a fledgling, and as usual he was late. It’s not that Eric was a bad guy, its just the guy caused a lot of problems in the office.
He lost an important piece of evidence for the Matter’s case which caused the court case to be pushed back two months and Morrison obviously got chewed about it.
But his dad was an old colleague of the sheriff so there was really no better option, Morrison would choose Eric over everyone in the office.
He had deep visceral feelings towards some of his fellow officers, they constantly were undermining his interrogation tactics and almost started a mutiny after a piece of important evidence was leaked to the press.
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“Double cheeseburger with two large cheese fries with chili just like you like it”
“Laura I don’t know what I would do without you really I don’t”
“Oh I do, you would be an AA meeting living in a sober house high almost half of the time and would be a living piece of crap”
Also your honesty is one of the things I love about you”
Laura rolled her eyes but he could see the light seep of a smile coming onto her face.
“Another letter came for you”
“Again, I haven’t read any of his letters in years, why doesn’t he just stop sending them?”
“Actually it's the last letter, his execution is sentenced in two weeks”
----------
January 15th, 2001
It was his third case as a detective, the most puzzling case in all of Nashville. they called him the “highway ripper”.
He stalked his victims from gas stations following them onto the roads posing as someone in distress. the scenarios ranged.
When they got close enough he would hit them on the head knocking them unconscious, dragging their bodies to different locations every time and mutilate them keeping their tongues and eyes as souvenirs.
His M.O. always changing it took the entire Tennessee police department to track him down.
Morrison was the one who caught him finally in 2007 after nearly going through 200 bodies.
Three years later Lawrence Malcolm, a highly notified surgeon, was sentenced to death row.
The first few months he would try and call Morrison but he never answered.
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“Hey? “, Hey are you listening wake up!”
“Im sorry Laura I was thinking”
“Are you going to his trial?
He shook his head clearing his throat.
“I need you to do me a favor and bring all the letters he ever sent to me to my apartment”
-------
“We’ve been looking at these letters for hours, what are you looking for?”
“I don’t know its just something about the way he writes them”
“He’s just talking about his daily life”
“Listen to this line; As I lay down in my cot and I stare at the concrete walls I envision the stars, the glittering of her iris as the life drained from them, the fight leaving their puny bodies, her face as she wakes up and sees a monster, screaming in agony”.
“Okay. okay, I get it, the guy was a psycho, jeez” Laura said.
Morrison shook his head.
“No something's off, in all his other letters he talked about the power and strength he felt as he buried their bodies and took their eyes and tongue.
“Okay, so he decided to change his topic so what?
“I don’t think this victim is dead, I think she’s still alive”
“Pass me the other box, we're gonna be here for a while”
----
October 19th, 2012:
"Okay I’m here” Morrison said.
As he looked at Malcolm's twisted sadistic grin smiling at him, he hadn’t changed much. His hair was still a dark black, the curls slightly covering the creases on his forehead seeming to droop into a light smile.
The same grey eyes and light pink lips.
That was the thing about Lawrence Malcolm, he was a believable nice guy when he wanted to be. When he wasn’t off killing people he used to volunteer at the shelter and hospital for sick kids, even at the animal shelter.
He had been engaged to a woman named Laura Huffman but they quickly separated luckily for Laura. Lawrence must have really liked her because she was still breathing when Morrison met her.
He would lure in his victims as someone in distress, kidnap them and bring them to random locations. the one thing that had always puzzled Morrison was why he never raped any of the women. he would rip off their underwear, scaring them and making them try to run, later tackling them. You would think with him having power and being in control like most killers he would rape them but he just would lie there on top of them as they whimpered and screamed for hours.
Later he would leave their underwear as replacements for their eyes.
“It’s nice to see you Detective Morrison” Lawrence grinned, the rotted teeth slowly arising as he lifted his lips.
“Well I’m feeling generous so I thought I might come to visit you before you get the needle y'know"
“I wanna talk to you about your letters, the last one the way you talk about this victim it's almost as if she’s alive?”
“Oh Morrison it's just a story”
“So there is no last victim?
“Have you ever seen a girl in her pubescent stage?
Morrison sighed rubbing his temples thinking best not to answer.
“The look in their eyes the excitement and nervousness that twinkle in the tips of their corneas every time I see it I get a thrill”
“When she woke up and saw me she screamed I’ll admit I was slightly offended I would say I’m every young girl's dream guy. I even brought her a sandwich she would stare at me for hours playing with her little kitty keychain.
“She was a fighter not like the other ones I remember falling asleep to the sounds of her banging on the metal doors screaming into the crisp night and getting the echoing winds to howl as a return call”
“Let me leave you with this one piece of information Detective Morrison, behind every story there is a truth, you're a cop find it”
---------
“Andrews hey how you doing?
Peter Andrews sighed as he saw Morrison walking to the evidence counter.
“You can’t be here get out”
“I know I know but Im working on a case and I really need a favor”
“Why should I help you?
“Because I drove all across town and bought you two deluxe Biggy Burger meals”
Morrison lifted the two white bags as the grease dripped through the creases.
“Okay, so you found a kitty keychain what so big about that?”
“Laura my love this is a limited edition antique key chain there's only one sold in the states, if I can find what store sold it I’ll find the girl who bought it”
“You know I'm impressed it's amazing how much your brain can do fully sober” Laura grinned.
--------
: I found the keychain you were talking about it was bought my a Ms.Takashi Smith”
“Mmmm the name doesn’t ring any bells”
“Where is she, Malcolm?
“I have no idea what you're insinuating but I don’t like it one bit”
Morrison banged his hands on the table feeling the vibrations running through his vein.
“Where is she?
“You’ll find her body on the day of my execution think of it as my last exhibit”
“What does that mean? Hey, what does that mean?
Morrison watched as Malcolm walked off to sit in the garden.
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“When Malcolm's execution?
“In three hours why?
“Because I don’t know how but Takashi’s alive and he’s going to kill her the moment he gets the needle we need to find her now”
“Well lucky for you I pulled up all the location of Malcolm kill sites and they were all in a 10-mile radius of one hurricane storage shelter and the best part is that's the only place of shelter for miles”
“Laura you beautiful genius I could kiss you”
“You owe me dinner”
“You got it”
The beating of Morrison's chest as he ran in the thick undergrowth of the woods he could feel his heart pounding so loud in his eardrums he thought he might pop.
“Sir the dogs got something”
“What time is it?
“3:25”
“He’s going to die in five minutes hurry now!
Morrison banged his hands on the storage doors.
“Hello, can anyone hear me!
“Hello!
“Sir there's smoke coming out of the side
“Cover your mouths now”
He’s going to kill her with exhaust fumes
Morrison banged on the door pushing his body will all his might.
He could hear the door slowly coming off his hinges.
“Come on Come on
Bang!
Guns were drawn Morrison and his team located Takashi Smith now 15 years old.
She was located treated luckily no severe injuries and was blessed to be able to go back home.
Lawrence Malcolm was put to death and well Detective Morrison slept better at night and the letters stopped coming.
“Good Morning Laura”
“Malcolm we have a problem look
“Another letter but he’s dead”
Apparently not, five more have come in the last few days”
“Read the last line”
“Remember people live on through their stories Morrison and I shall always live on may this be the last letter, goodbye”
“Five more letters means five more victims” Laura whispered.
“Then we better get to work”
The Last Letter(Jewel Chever)
“Another letter boss”
Laura dropped a pile of mail onto Detective Morrison's desk.
She looked around at the slovenly mess of her bosses office, there were a copious amount of wrappers of old fast food restaurants. The light smell of vodka, mixed with whiskey seemed to linger in the air causing Laura to cover her mouth.
The sound of snoring coming from Morrison's office drew Laura to open the door.
Morrison was covered in bottles of beer, the gooey reddish and orange swirl of chunks of throw up spread all across his body, pieces of potato chips stuck to his face.
Laura covered her mouth, punching his leg.
“Hey wake up!”, “Wake up!”
Morrison groaned feeling the sensation of a thousand needles trickling down from his brain to the tips to his toes.
“You smell like dog feces”
Morrison smirked, the right tip of his lip was a little orange from the barbecue chips.
“Thanks, I feel like a million bucks”
“Get dressed, you're an hour late for work and if the deputy sees you like this one more time you're out of a job” Laura hissed.
“Why don’t you make me?"
“Morrison get in the shower now before I drag you there”
Morrison chuckled, his love for Laura and their banter was the only thing that made working at that terrible job worth it.
-----------------
The drips of water pouring down his backside calmed the static behind his eyes. he could hear the light sound of the whirring of the coffee machine coming from the kitchen, vanilla and caramel flavored K-cups seemed to linger in the air.
Morrison stared in distaste as he stared at the suit Laura had laid out for him.
He couldn’t stand putting on those monkey suits and it didn’t help that Laura was so meticulous when it came to picking out his ties.
"Morrison you're late”
“Hello to you too, Peter, how’s your wife, my beds been missing her lately?”
Before Peter could respond the Deputy Sheriff came around the corner.
“Morrison you're late”
“I know sir I was arraigned to appear in court to testify in the Matter’s case, me and the lawyer had a few rounds, I must have lost time sir,”
The Sheriff nodded, walking back to his office.
Morrison couldn’t help but feel a profuse amount of annoyance. his partner was Eric, a newbie, or a fledgling, and as usual he was late. It’s not that Eric was a bad guy, its just the guy caused a lot of problems in the office.
He lost an important piece of evidence for the Matter’s case which caused the court case to be pushed back two months and Morrison obviously got chewed about it.
But his dad was an old colleague of the sheriff so there was really no better option, Morrison would choose Eric over everyone in the office.
He had deep visceral feelings towards some of his fellow officers, they constantly were undermining his interrogation tactics and almost started a mutiny after a piece of important evidence was leaked to the press.
----------
“Double cheeseburger with two large cheese fries with chili just like you like it”
“Laura I don’t know what I would do without you really I don’t”
“Oh I do, you would be an AA meeting living in a sober house high almost half of the time and would be a living piece of crap”
Also your honesty is one of the things I love about you”
Laura rolled her eyes but he could see the light seep of a smile coming onto her face.
“Another letter came for you”
“Again, I haven’t read any of his letters in years, why doesn’t he just stop sending them?”
“Actually it's the last letter, his execution is sentenced in two weeks”
----------
January 15th, 2001
It was his third case as a detective, the most puzzling case in all of Nashville. they called him the “highway ripper”.
He stalked his victims from gas stations following them onto the roads posing as someone in distress. the scenarios ranged.
When they got close enough he would hit them on the head knocking them unconscious, dragging their bodies to different locations every time and mutilate them keeping their tongues and eyes as souvenirs.
His M.O. always changing it took the entire Tennessee police department to track him down.
Morrison was the one who caught him finally in 2007 after nearly going through 200 bodies.
Three years later Lawrence Malcolm, a highly notified surgeon, was sentenced to death row.
The first few months he would try and call Morrison but he never answered.
---------
“Hey? “, Hey are you listening wake up!”
“Im sorry Laura I was thinking”
“Are you going to his trial?
He shook his head clearing his throat.
“I need you to do me a favor and bring all the letters he ever sent to me to my apartment”
-------
“We’ve been looking at these letters for hours, what are you looking for?”
“I don’t know its just something about the way he writes them”
“He’s just talking about his daily life”
“Listen to this line; As I lay down in my cot and I stare at the concrete walls I envision the stars, the glittering of her iris as the life drained from them, the fight leaving their puny bodies, her face as she wakes up and sees a monster, screaming in agony”.
“Okay. okay, I get it, the guy was a psycho, jeez” Laura said.
Morrison shook his head.
“No something's off, in all his other letters he talked about the power and strength he felt as he buried their bodies and took their eyes and tongue.
“Okay, so he decided to change his topic so what?
“I don’t think this victim is dead, I think she’s still alive”
“Pass me the other box, we're gonna be here for a while”
----
October 19th, 2012:
"Okay I’m here” Morrison said.
As he looked at Malcolm's twisted sadistic grin smiling at him, he hadn’t changed much. His hair was still a dark black, the curls slightly covering the creases on his forehead seeming to droop into a light smile.
The same grey eyes and light pink lips.
That was the thing about Lawrence Malcolm, he was a believable nice guy when he wanted to be. When he wasn’t off killing people he used to volunteer at the shelter and hospital for sick kids, even at the animal shelter.
He had been engaged to a woman named Laura Huffman but they quickly separated luckily for Laura. Lawrence must have really liked her because she was still breathing when Morrison met her.
He would lure in his victims as someone in distress, kidnap them and bring them to random locations. the one thing that had always puzzled Morrison was why he never raped any of the women. he would rip off their underwear, scaring them and making them try to run, later tackling them. You would think with him having power and being in control like most killers he would rape them but he just would lie there on top of them as they whimpered and screamed for hours.
Later he would leave their underwear as replacements for their eyes.
“It’s nice to see you Detective Morrison” Lawrence grinned, the rotted teeth slowly arising as he lifted his lips.
“Well I’m feeling generous so I thought I might come to visit you before you get the needle y'know"
“I wanna talk to you about your letters, the last one the way you talk about this victim it's almost as if she’s alive?”
“Oh Morrison it's just a story”
“So there is no last victim?
“Have you ever seen a girl in her pubescent stage?
Morrison sighed rubbing his temples thinking best not to answer.
“The look in their eyes the excitement and nervousness that twinkle in the tips of their corneas every time I see it I get a thrill”
“When she woke up and saw me she screamed I’ll admit I was slightly offended I would say I’m every young girl's dream guy. I even brought her a sandwich she would stare at me for hours playing with her little kitty keychain.
“She was a fighter not like the other ones I remember falling asleep to the sounds of her banging on the metal doors screaming into the crisp night and getting the echoing winds to howl as a return call”
“Let me leave you with this one piece of information Detective Morrison, behind every story there is a truth, you're a cop find it”
---------
“Andrews hey how you doing?
Peter Andrews sighed as he saw Morrison walking to the evidence counter.
“You can’t be here get out”
“I know I know but Im working on a case and I really need a favor”
“Why should I help you?
“Because I drove all across town and bought you two deluxe Biggy Burger meals”
Morrison lifted the two white bags as the grease dripped through the creases.
“Okay, so you found a kitty keychain what so big about that?”
“Laura my love this is a limited edition antique key chain there's only one sold in the states, if I can find what store sold it I’ll find the girl who bought it”
“You know I'm impressed it's amazing how much your brain can do fully sober” Laura grinned.
--------
: I found the keychain you were talking about it was bought my a Ms.Takashi Smith”
“Mmmm the name doesn’t ring any bells”
“Where is she, Malcolm?
“I have no idea what you're insinuating but I don’t like it one bit”
Morrison banged his hands on the table feeling the vibrations running through his vein.
“Where is she?
“You’ll find her body on the day of my execution think of it as my last exhibit”
“What does that mean? Hey, what does that mean?
Morrison watched as Malcolm walked off to sit in the garden.
--------
“When Malcolm's execution?
“In three hours why?
“Because I don’t know how but Takashi’s alive and he’s going to kill her the moment he gets the needle we need to find her now”
“Well lucky for you I pulled up all the location of Malcolm kill sites and they were all in a 10-mile radius of one hurricane storage shelter and the best part is that's the only place of shelter for miles”
“Laura you beautiful genius I could kiss you”
“You owe me dinner”
“You got it”
The beating of Morrison's chest as he ran in the thick undergrowth of the woods he could feel his heart pounding so loud in his eardrums he thought he might pop.
“Sir the dogs got something”
“What time is it?
“3:25”
“He’s going to die in five minutes hurry now!
Morrison banged his hands on the storage doors.
“Hello, can anyone hear me!
“Hello!
“Sir there's smoke coming out of the side
“Cover your mouths now”
He’s going to kill her with exhaust fumes
Morrison banged on the door pushing his body will all his might.
He could hear the door slowly coming off his hinges.
“Come on Come on
Bang!
Guns were drawn Morrison and his team located Takashi Smith now 15 years old.
She was located treated luckily no severe injuries and was blessed to be able to go back home.
Lawrence Malcolm was put to death and well Detective Morrison slept better at night and the letters stopped coming.
“Good Morning Laura”
“Malcolm we have a problem look
“Another letter but he’s dead”
Apparently not, five more have come in the last few days”
“Read the last line”
“Remember people live on through their stories Morrison and I shall always live on may this be the last letter, goodbye”
“Five more letters means five more victims” Laura whispered.
“Then we better get to work”
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JD
10/01/2018It's a good murder mystery story, but a little too gruesome for my taste. I personally don't like knowing the gory details of violence and torture, whether real life or fiction. I'd rather these things be left more to my imagination, than spelled out. It especially disturbs me that someone so young is even writing these things, and that other very young persons will read them. However, I do know there are a lot of real life horror stories out there for which the details of the crime are truly terrible, and that kids and teens cannot help but be exposed to these things through the media, no matter how much we may wish to shield them. So I suppose stories like yours are one way to exorcise the demons or provide some sort of catharsis regarding the real life dangers and horrors that exist in this world. Still, i would have preferred to read your crime story with a little less horror. But that's just me. Thanks for sharing your stories on Storystar, Jewel.
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