I stepped out of my car and slammed the door. I strode quickly towards the dark alley, where a Mr. John King met me. "What do we got?" I asked, avoiding eye contact as I bent down under the yellow tape.
"Homocide. A young girl about sixteen years old has a sword in her side," King said, gesturing to the body.
It was a massacre. Blood was all over the ground, and the young girl's heart was laying against the wall.
Her murderer had cut it out.
I shook my head. "Where's the sword?" I asked.
King cleared his throat then turned. "I believe forensics is taking a look at it at the moment."
"I'd like to get a look at that as soon as possible," I said quietly. I scratched my chin.
Then I turned. "Where is the rest of my unit!? They're always late!" I complained in a whiny tone.
"Actually-" King began.
"We're already here," a voice said.
I shifted my gaze to behind King, to see Alannah.
"Thank God," I said with a sigh.
Randall peaked out from around the corner. "So technically you're late."
I frowned. "I'm never late, you guys were early."
I ignored their chuckling and turned back to the body. Then a slight detail caught my eye. "Gloves," I said, holding out my hand to King.
Immediately gloves were slipped on. I knelt down and put my hand on the girl's shoulder. Carefully, I turned her over. And there it was. A piece of paper.
A piece of paper with writing on it.
I motioned quickly for King. He bent over and peered at it.
My voice trembled as I read it.
"Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters—lone and dead,
Their still waters—still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only.
Where an Eidolon, named the Knight,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule."
Then I knew.
It was the Knight who had killed this girl.
The hell-hated serial killer that killed my wife.