A James Whithers who-dunnit.
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It was sunny that day. Not a cloud in the sky. That was strange because it had rained a lot the nights before. I remember pulling up in my car, stepping out, and then fast-walking into the building.
That building was the local college's study hall.
I quickly strode down the halls and made a left. The sounds of conversations were distant, but I knew I was getting close. I made a right, went a few feet, turned left, and continued on for about thirty seconds.
Finally, I came to the crime scene. Swooping under the yellow tape, I looked down at the dead body. Well---it wasn't much of a body anymore.
It was terrifying. She was lying naked, with cuts and bruises covering her body. Her arm was almost completely torn off, almost as if though someone had been cutting away at it. Most of the damage seemed to be knife wounds, though some seemed to be from hands that scratched and hit her.
I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath. I felt like vomiting, but I knew I had to continue analyzing the body.
I glanced over to my boss, who was speaking to a group of forensics off in the corner. I shifted my gaze back to the body.
Her face was torn up very badly. Her eyes were empty, and her face was as white as a sheet. I turned away from the body and walked towards my boss, Randal.
"Whithers!" he shouted as he saw me. "This is a disaster. Just a disaster."
I nodded. "I know."
"This has got to be the worst corpse I have ever laid eyes on."
"Agreed," I said, nodding again. "Tell me about her."
"Carrol Young, twenty-six years old," he began.
Twenty-six years old?? I thought to myself. After the murder she looked like she could have been one-hundred years old.
He continued. "She's a student here at Pacific Union College."
"This is a Christian school, right?" I cut in.
"Yes, yes. I believe it is. But it's also in the same area that the Zodiac killings happened, so don't be trusting anyone just because they appear to be 'Christians'."
"Wasn't planning on it, sir. Who discovered the body?"
"A young man named Jason Bradley. He went back to his dorm after we arrived. He was really shaken by the whole thing."
I pulled out my notebook and jotted down the name, planning to give him a visit later. "Was anything going on at the college during this time?"
"Funny you asked," Randal said with a smirk. "There was a party being held in the gymnasium. Kind of like a prom."
I blinked. "Is this building rather close to the gymnasium?"
"Yes," Randal said with a nod. "Very. In fact, Jason claims that he was coming by here to grab a drink of water. That's believable considering the gymnasium is right next door."
"So you're telling me that everyone who was at that party is a suspect?"
"Nah," Randal said. "Everyone in this dang college is a suspect."
"Great," I said with a sigh. "I'll go back to the office and do some digging. I'll come back tomorrow to question the students."
"Sounds good, James."
I turned and ducked under the tape.
"Oh! One last thing."
I faced him.
"Carrol Young, she was blind."