Senior Detective Dominic Garcia stooped down to his knees to caress the forehead of the cold lifeless body of a girl, lying naked, in the hot tub of her washroom. Blood dripping from her tender neck followed her spine and travelled straight down to fuse with the water in the hot tub. She lay dead in her own pool of blood while her hands rested loosely on either sides of the jacuzzi. The unmistakable, nauseating, sweet salt smell of blood surrounded the air. John covering his nose with a handkerchief, held the spike shaped, serrated bayonet struck at her nape; piercing deep through her neck and pulled it with all his might.
Sir, should we call the forensics?,asked hesitantly an enthusiastic officer who had joined the New York Police Department recently as a bead of tear strolled down his cheek.
"No son, solace is all I need...I had promised her that he wouldn't do any harm to her if she helped me in finding that untamed brute but I failed to save her."