The Missing Link

7.

Detective Fred interrupted Al, "I have a theory about that pitcher."

Al gave his partner a chance to speak. He just listened carefully.

Fred began to speak, "I think this pitcher is somehow a puzzle piece on why there's lesser amount of blood here on David Freud's location than the huge amount of blood there on that bed."

Al nodded, "Yes, indeed. I agree."

Fred continued, "This pitcher could be connected with those plastic bags that were found together with the syringe and the black body bag. But what for.......????? Oh shit!!" Fred wagged his head and sighed.

"The blood was extracted out of that dead man's body through slitting his throat and cutting off his penis. He then used the pitcher as a container to catch the blood and used it to transport the blood through the resealable plastic bag. That's my theory.", Al said while gazing straight towards Detective Fred.

"So there's a possibility that.....", Fred uttered but didn't finished his parlance.

With a smirk on his face, "Yes.. it's possible that the killer used David Freud's blood, to cover Lisa's body and her apartment bed with blood. Yet of course, if our theory is right, the forensics should have a result of two different hemo DNAs from Lisa Colbert's bed on her apartment unit."

Fred continued to wag his head. He's face was full of confusions. "Why? Why did that psychopath need to do that? I cannot understand his freaking mind. I don't get why that wacko is helping us to solve this. Like you've said, he could just walk away with this.. but he's directing us into something. It's like that freak'o is playing us into his own hands."

"Yeah, I hate to say that soon. But the killer is toying us. Pulling us in... Pulling us deep.. Pulling us closer to the edge of uncertainty... for an uncertain reason... LINKING EVERYTHING towards EVERYTHING, but we can't find THE MISSING LINK... his or her... piece of MISSING LINK.", Al replied in a very serious tone.

Fred didn't utter anything. His face was blank. Both of them was just standing and still staring at the tortured body of David Freud.

Al broke the silence, "Pal, I think it's time to decode every links and connect every dots. Let's view the CCTV footage, interview Lisa's wife, gather information about David Freud and turn over this scene to the forensic team, so we could conclude some of our theories immediately."

Fred scratched his head, "Oh God, I need a drink after this and I need to jerk off! I'm freakin burnt out with this shit!"

Then from the door, a voice of a woman called the attention of the two detectives. "Looks like someone's already fussing... Freddy?", she's a gorgeous African-American lady. Her voice is as attractive as she is. She's wearing a full white non-toxic plastic gear, white rubber boots, head cover (uniform a Scene of the Crime Officers), and blue colored gloves. She's holding a protective eye gear, and a cotton half mask on her right hand. She has a luscious facial features - red velvet lips, pointed (but not so pointy) nose, dark brown pupil, and an evergreen smile on her face.

Fred's eyes blossomed upon seeing Dr. Kelly Spencer. "Good morning Sergeant Kelly, are you free tonight?", then Fred chuckled.

With a smile on her face, the Doctor replied, "I'd rather be called Doctor than Sergeant, Detective Fred. It always creeps me out whenever I am called by my rank. And on your invitation, I'm sorry I have to decline again, since I'll be busy examining corpses tonight. So... would you mind if I have a talk with Detective Al, please?"

Fred chuckled and throw a punchline before he leave the scene to smoke his cigarette. "How many times will you broke my heart before you mend it with your love, huh, Kelly?"

"You suck Fred!", then they both laughed and Fred left the room.

Al walk towards Dr. Kelly and greeted her with a just a bit of a smile. "It's nice that you're the one they sent here."

"At first I'm clueless why I'm sent on the field, but now that I see how that man over there had been butchered, I think I'm now getting it."
Al chuckled and just stared towards Kelly.

Al's face was seemed too tired and pale, and Kelly noticed it. Kelly began to speak seriously, "Al, you know that you don't need to force yourself and overwork yourself to just..."

Al interrupted Kelly and with a very serious tone he said, "I'm fine Kelly. You don't need to remind me... okay? I'm fine."

"Base on what I'm seeing right now... you're not."

"I said... I'm fine..", then Al gave Kelly a bitter gaze.

Upon noticing the bitter gaze that Al had bestowed, Kelly gave Al a pitiful look. She then began to change the topic, "So, why did you sent me here, Detective Allen Mills? What's the purpose, sir?"

Al, looked down, gushing, now his eyes with so much grief. "I'm sorry Kelly.. I'm just.. you know...", Al continued to lower his face down.

Kelly, still with so much pity towards Al, said, "I'm the one who must say sorry Al. I should not bother to ..." She breathed deep, and then continued, "Anyway Detective, anything you want to tell me about the case? Anything you want me to note down?", Kelly pulled a mini notebook and pulled the pen that's clipped on her collar, she then prepared to note something down.

Al chinned up a bit, and then replied with a pale blank face, "I need to know if the blood on that bed would match that dead man's DNA or to other person's DNA. Look for fingerprints on the doorknobs, both the bathroom and this wrecked door, and also on that bed's headboard and footboard. I want to know if the suspect tied that rope or the fingerprints would tell that it's been tied by the the dead man over here.. I want you to examine the SYRINGE.. tell me if there's something poisonous or what kind of substance was there.."

"Noted.. Anything else?"

"If the dead woman from the old apartment in 117 York Boulevard, and this dead man's DNAs were found linked toward each other, can you grabbed both cases and be in-charge on both of it.. UNTIL THE CASE BE SOLVED.."

"Al, you know that I cannot promise that. I'll try, but I can't promise that."

"Please, Kelly. You're the best Forensic Pathologist I know in my entire life, and it's the hardest case I've ever face in my entire carreer so far.. so please Kelly, promise me."

Kelly sighed, looked away, and uttered, "Okay.. okay... I promise."

Al looked down but smiled a bit, "Thanks Kelly. Thank you so much..."

Kelly stared and just replied a huge smile towards the fragile-looking detective, and then walked away, to call her Forensic Team.

Upon Dr. Kelly's exit, Al's hands began to shake again. With so much grief in his face, he put his head down, and then closed his eyes.

Upon closing his eyes, he saw a flashing picture inside his head, of a very beautiful little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes - blue as the deepest ocean. She's smiling towards Al..

He opened his eyes again, closed his fists tightly and left the room with so much bitterness and grief.

Fred walked towards him and said, "Al, are we done there? Come on let's check the CCTV footages!"