‘Shit. That’s sad’ Frank said to himself

‘What’s sad?’ A woman’s voice hissed into his ear.

Frank turned to see a tall brunet women standing next to him. She was wearing a white lab coat so he assumed she was part of the forensic team. She was pretty and petite, but overly assertive in the way she stood. He knew that she knew she was good looking, but she was the type of girl, in his estimation, that saw that as a burden.

‘It’s sad that the Persian carpet underneath the bodies can’t be sold at the police auction. It’s probably worth at least $800; I could have got it for $150, always wanted one of them rugs.’ Says Frank

The woman in the lab coat doesn’t seem too impressed by his sense of humour.

‘Frankly I don’t really care for overpriced tat. I would be more concerned with the fact that 15 people were murdered last night. That in its self is a scary enough thought, let alone the fact that he is still at large.’ The pretty woman says

Frank let out a little laugh

‘I’ll catch them. That’s what I do.’ Say Frank

‘Well let’s hope you do Mr McKenzie.’ says the woman

Franks eyes light up

‘Ah so you do know who I am? I was hoping that you did, because now I can just skip all the small talk and get to the fun!’

‘I assure you Frank that the only fun we will be having is this, talking, nothing else.’ The pretty women says

‘Dam, I was just playing around lady. Haven’t you ever been told that a little joke here and there can do wanders for your life? I’m sure that the things you see every day are just as bad as what I see, so releasing steam is what I do best’ says Frank

He looks at her as she blatantly isn’t impressed and just wants to get away from him.

‘Look Miss, I’ll catch the bastards. They are only human after all.’ says Frank, trying to convince the lady in the lab coat.

She grimaces

‘I wouldn’t be so sure of that’ she says

The women gestures Frank to follow her, so he does. She walks out of the living room and walks up the stairs. They both make their way into the home’s office. As Frank walks in after the women, he notices the trashed computer, which he thought was peculiar, seeing that the whole house is in pristine condition, none of the houses contents is damaged aside from the Persian rug. He turns to the women.

‘What’s up with the broken PC? It’s a bit strange how it’s the only damaged object in the whole house’ Says Frank

‘As you know, the woman downstairs is Jane Chase. We have a positive ID on her and the 14 other Victims. Her children are included in that list. The only person who did not die here tonight is her husband Connor Chase. He is MIA at the moment. We know he works at MIT and we also know he came to work yesterday. He was acting normal all day and then all of a sudden he just ups and vanished, 30 minutes before his shift ends’ says the women

Frank looks puzzled.

‘How do you know all this?’ He asks

‘Because I am his boss’ the women declares

‘Oh, I thought you were a CSI’ Frank laughs

‘MIT works in all fields Mr McKenzie’ she explains

She points up to the ceiling, Frank’s vision locks onto her hand and follows it until it stops. The woman is pointing at some writing on the ceiling.

It reads: “FOR HELL HAS ARISIN HERE TONIGHT. IT SHALL ONCE AGAIN ARISE UNTILL JUSTIC IS MET, AND THE INVADERS EXECUTED”

The message appeared to be written in blood.

‘So much for him only being human Frank.’ the lady says

‘What’s with this guy?’ Asks Frank

‘He thinks he’s Judge, Jury and executioner to privacy invaders.’ says the woman

‘What do you mean? “Privacy invaders”?’ asks frank

‘He has a thing for privacy. Haven’t you noticed the rather large wall outside of his house? When he’s at work he would always be talking about how it’s socially acceptable to plaster your life online for everyone to see. He always said how one day that would change. I guess this is what he meant’ explains the woman

Frank laughs

‘Look Miss. Leave the detective work to me. You don’t have the slightest idea what you’re talking about. This isn’t revenge. Why would it be? He murdered his family for Christ’s sake. He clearly loved them; I’ve seen the countless pictures of him and his family all over the house, smiles and all. Maybe, just maybe he killed them because he thought he was saving them. Saving them from the invaders….’ Says Frank

‘Who are the invaders then?’ She asks

‘You guys. He was protecting himself from you’ Frank says

‘Excuse me?’ she asks defensively

‘Its simple lady, he thinks that any one official and government like are the enemy. It’s obvious. He smashes his office up. He puts a huge wall around the house, yet there are no CCTV cameras anywhere. Why? Because he thinks the government are spying on him. Also he hasn’t got the internet. I saw he had cable downstairs, but noticed no router for the internet. Strange seeing that all cable packages usually come with the internet included’ Says Frank

The woman looks confused

‘How the hell did you come up with that, so that’s it, case solved? The guy is a paranoid psycho! All worked out within a few hours by master detective, Frank McKenzie?’ Says the woman sarcastically.

Frank gives his trade mark cock eyed wink and a smile

‘No, I’m just getting started lady.’ He says

Four

By now Connor Chase was tiring. He had been running through the subway system in the middle of the city for over 6 hours now. The modern wonder stretched for over 17 miles underground. It was a maze of darkened passages and old brittle tracks. His steps were echoing loudly as he ran through the western tunnel leading to his planned safe heaven.  Connor was finding it hard to see; as the lighting down the western track was sparse, making sections of the track completely pitch black to the naked eye. He carried on full pace down the tunnel with all the momentum he could gain, suddenly his right foot shifted on the gravel between the tracks and he fell, tumbling down the western tunnel faster than he would of liked. He crashed into a platform and came to a stop. He gasped for air in pain. A smoulder of dust surrounded him as he got up. He patted himself clean. His office clothes were now torn, making him look like a victim of a natural disaster. He carried on; he turned and made his way up the platform he crashed into, and stopped dead looking up at the flickering sign above the platform exit.

“SOUTH BOUND MAINTENANCE” The sign read.

He smiled as he made his way to the exit.

Five

Frank McKenzie walked into the downtown police precinct at around 9.00 am. He just returned from the crime scene that he spent 6 hours at the night before. There was a certain fear in the air that day. Frank could smell the anxiety a mile away, and the police headquarters stunk of it. The place was abuzz with chaos when Frank walked in. Police officers rushing around, files everywhere, phones going off the hook, and all because of one reason. No, the president was not assassinated, the super bowl was not on, and there wasn’t another 9/11. The reason the police precinct was in chaos, was because Connor Chase just made history, and became the most prolific serial killer ever, in the space of 12 and a half hours. Frank could see the look in every one’s eye’s in the room. They were scared, not because they thought that they would be hurt, but because they knew that it wasn’t over, far from it as frank would soon find out.

Out of the corner of frank’s vision, he spots the chief of police steam rolling towards him with his arm extended out to shake Frank’s hand. Frank obliges and shakes the man’s hand. The chief lets out a little chuckle as he stops in front of McKenzie.

‘Good to see you lad, been way too long in my estimation’ says the chief.