Family Tree Bones by Eidolyne Ravenscroft

Prologue

     Rummaging through yellow tethered documents, photo’s, and love letters a tear ran down her worn cheek bones.  ‘It shall not be long now that I will see thou again.’  ‘Thou secrets are locked away amongst the memories of thy mind but I shall not take all to thee grave.’  Her echoing words rang out through the halls of her home landing upon empty rooms.  Held tightly clutched against her slow beating heart was a silver framed picture of a young man dressed in thirty style clothes.  ‘My love, I will see you within moments now,’ a tear of joy slowly ran down her thin wrinkled gray skin.  ‘Secrets are not often kept hidden from plain sight and the resurrection of long forgotten sins will emerge soon,’ she quietly said to herself.  She carefully eased herself up off the floor and walked over to a small round table where a rose bordered envelope lays.  Her long fingertips run over the exquisite handwriting, ‘and the truth shall set you free,’ she whispered.  ‘Destiny is what has already been written upon the pages of your journey of life.’  ‘Empty pages of tomorrow are awaiting the adventure of life to be written.’, Those words echoed in the back of her mind as she placed the picture onto a dulling white doily and picked up the envelope and with each step she took the burden upon her shoulders lighten.

Chapter One-Ghosts from the past come out to play.

      A fading colored photograph of a young boy standing in front of a blue and white sixty’s T-Bird  was tightly clutched in her long smooth fingers.  ‘Notice her recently manicured and burgundy-nail polished nails,’ stated the detective to his partner.  To look at the room one would think that a tornado struck destroying everything in its wake.  A knife was used to rip through furniture older then his Grandmother and papers covered an awfully vivid colored rug that did not look older then  his one year old Niece.  Something wasn’t right his inner voice whispered and as usual it did not reveal what was wrong.  Carefully walking to avoid disturbing the evidence he soaked in the variety of mementos lined up in a row against a china hutch.  As his mind raced through the crime scene, his cell vibrated breaking his concentration.

          “Detective Albright speaking.”   No one responded.  “Detective Albright speaking.”   He said in a louder tone.  The line went dead.
          “Detective Albright, we need you over here, Sir.”  A policeman stated.   “All right, I’ll be there.”  He pushed his caller ID which showed no recent  incoming  calls.  ‘I knew this was going to be a bad day.’  He turned to see  an officer holding a  bloody knife.  Oh man, he thought to himself.  “Where did  that come?”  His angry tone startled a woman from the CSI unit.
          “We found it in the upstairs attic Sir and there is more.”  Heavily sighing he shook his head. “Lets go then.”

     Entering the room he spotted a stack of small bones piled on top of a wooden chest with the words ‘Joshua, you’re free now,’ were written upon the front.  “My God,” gasped the rookie as he ran out of the room.  Thick dust covered the bones suggesting that they had been placed there for quite sometime.  ‘Get forensics up here stat,’ he barked.  He crossed himself saying a silent prayer for the child’s bones, ‘poor soul,’ he whispered.  Moments later he stood there watching as the coroner gently placed the bones onto the laid body bag.  She gently stroked the tiny skull saying, ‘do not worry, it is going to be okay now, little one.’   He closed his eyes to repel his emotions he thought he’d locked up years ago deep within his soul.  ‘Daddy, you’re home,’ a pain slowly emerged in his stomach as son’s bloodied face flashed through his mind.  Heat arose in his face draining his dark complexion to porcelain white as his knee’s weakened.  Danforth  knew that look all too well as he rushed to his side and gently leaned against his shoulder to catch him.  You’ve got to try to be able to live with the loss, Joseph, he thought to himself but he knew it was not that easy to move past the grief over a child’s death.  ‘Thanks Kenji,’ his voice softly quivered, no further words were spoken from either man.

          “Detective Albright,” as soft spoken female voice said.
          “Yes, Maggie.”  “Do you know the gender?”
          “Yes, Sir.  It is a male child about eighteen months old.  I won’t know the exact age until we do a thorough examination of the bones.”
          “Let me know a.s.a.p. then.”  She nodded as she left.
          “You need to talk.”  He asked already knowing the answer.
          “No, but thanks.”
          “You know where to find me.”  He shook his head and thought, ‘will he ever talk about it.’
          “Why does any child have to die before a parent?”  A haunting question no one could ever answer.  “We had better get to work Danforth.”  His groused voice inferred he was ready to get to business.

     Slowly his eyes roamed around the dust filled room collecting the images of a forgotten time.  Examining the room he took in every minute detail to memory overlooking nothing.  A neatly folded stack of clothing lying upon a worn oak rocking chair caught his eye.  Albright careful picked the white dress shirt neatly folded upon a dark blue jacket and pants.  He carefully examined the yellowing of the cuffs and collar, ‘how strange the rest of the shirt was a crisp white,’ he whispered.  ‘How odd,’ Danforth commented.  ‘What do you mean?’ Albright, inquired.  ‘You have not noticed?’  The air is fresh in here despite all the dust and cobwebs throughout the room.’   Danforth perambulated in an unorthodox manner when a flapping sound caught his attention.  ‘Albright, the window’s open and look what is sitting on the sill.’A small crystal vase sat in the center of the sill filled with five fresh red roses.  Albright noticed that the vase sat just above the wooden chest laid, ‘just like someone placing flowers at someone’s gravestone,’he said.’  Danforth spotted the vase giving him the eerie feeling of  the sadness that had sunk deep into the very core of the house.  A chill sprung down Danforth’s spine as flashbacks of his partner holding his dead son in his arms.  The blood ran endlessly from the small crumpled body huddled within his long thick arms.  He stood watching Albright rock back and forth trying to comfort his dead son. The pit of his stomach began aching fiercely as his rage rose from the depths of his soul, Albright cried out why.  His cry echoed throughout the eery, busy street, life was going on as a young boy’s life came to an abrupt end at the hands of a drunk driver who was only a kid himself.  Sunlight highlighted the empty defendant’s chair as an air of eerie calmness filled the courtroom.  “My client is only 17 years old and a mere child himself your honor,”  as the defense lawyer’s voice echoed through Albright’s drunken haze.  Albright took out his flask gulping down a scotch that was not numbing his pain, his hand shook as the flask slipped through his fingers.
A tear slowly rolled down his unshaven cheek as he looked down at his violently shaking hands.  “You killed our son and you expect me to comfort you, no,”his wife’s words rang loudly within his head.  “How could you treat my son like a murderer, he’s just a kid who made a mistake,”   the young boy’s Mother cried out to Albright’s face.“You make it sound like your son is the victim here Madam and as far as I am concerned your son is a murderer,” Albright’s angry voice leashed out.  The voice’s echoed sharply in Albright’s head jumbling words together making them incoherent.  The room began to spin out of control as the voice’s grew louder with each beating of his heart.  His eyes grew dark as his body could no longer handle the horrific strain and collapsed into darkness.

          “Albright, are you alright?”  Danforth’s voice sternly brought him back to  reality.
          “I want forensics to take pictures of everything in this room and bring a print kit up here.  I doubt we will find any fingerprints but it worth a  shot.”
         “Yes, Sir.”  “Were you remembering again?”  Danforth new the answer                       before he’d asked the question.  Deafening silence was his response.  “I am on it.”  Danforth left the room without looking back.
         “Maggie, I want you to take the bones with you and see if you can determine            a cause of death.”  “Judging from the condition of the bones it looks like you might not be able to but I want you to try anyway.”
         Yes, Sir.”  “I know a forensic anthropologist who may be able to help us.”  Maggie walked out of the room without a word.

      Albright compelled to examine the opened window shuffled his way over thinking about the altar made for a child whom never got to grow to manhood.  Much like his own son and yet somehow the atmosphere felt unusually serene began to arise from within the depths of his dead soul.  Telling himself, he was on a case and leave those emotions buried where they belonged.  Gently he examined the dust around the vase of roses which appeared undisturbed.  Yet the vase had fresh roses in it as well what appeared to also have fresh water.  He gently placed his huge hands around the delicate vase and tried to lift it up.  The vase would not budge from its spot, ‘how odd he thought.’  Reexamining the vase Alrbirght noticed a dull yellowish color encircling base.  “Blast it all,” he murmured.  His cell went off breaking his concentration.  Flipping it he checked the number id again no incoming calls showed up.  ‘Only one ring, twice in one day and I bet this is not going to be the last time either,’ he whispered.  A vase glued down and a caller whom doesn’t seem to leave a trail, he thought.  Albright squatted down noting a small silvery necklace with a cross lying upon a freshly cleaned wooden floor.  The cross was laid out in a neat fashion as if to be honoring someone whom died in this very spot, ‘he thought.’   Turning over the cross he read the initials J.K. and the date: 3-25-1916 was engraved on it.  Pulling an evidence bag out of his pocket he bagged the cross as he placed the evidence into his coat he cannot shake the feeling he’s overlooking something.

          “Sir, ‘Danforth said as he walked into the room.  “We found a child’s room                on the second floor.”  “It is a boy’s room, Sir.”  Danforth saw Albright                       wasn’t  surprised at his statement.
          “Let’s go check it out and here I want this processed ASAP.”   “Any word on            the vic.’s husband?”
          “No, Sir.  But the daughter is here.”  Albright gave Danforth a puzzled look.
          “She’s waiting outside Sir.  What do you want me to say to her?”
          “Bring in through the back and do not let her see to body.  How come we did             know about a daughter?”  Albright expression said it all.
          “I do not know Sir but I’ll run a check on her id and see if she checks out.”                 Danforth was about to leave when Albright stopped him.
          “Take her to the kitchen and I will down in a moment.  I want you to find                the husband and the sooner the better.”  Albright had an extremely strange                expression that Danforth never seen before.
          “Yes Sir.

Chapter two: Bone Trees

     She sat alone at the kitchen table waiting someone to inform her what has happened. Her mind flooded with all kinds of questions and worry about what she was going to do now. Not too long ago she had only found out whom her birth Mother was and that was when everything began to go wrong. Her mind drifted back to a few months ago when she received a strange visit from Alistair McPhee lawyer for Elizabeth Dupre.

“Miss Anne Killingsworth?” A deep baritone voice asked.
“Yes, who is asking?”, She said suspiciously.
“My name is Alistair McPhee, Ma’am.”, He took out a business card and handed it to her.
“A lawyer?”, She said with a quizzed expression. “Why do I need a
lawyer?”
“I am the lawyer of Mrs. Elizabeth Dupre.” He said dryly.
“I do not know a Mrs. Dupre. Good day Mr. McPhee.” She began closing the door when he put his foot in her way.“This is very important Miss Killingsworth. Elizabeth Dupre is your biological Mother.” She stared blankly into his deep blue eyes.
“Come in.” Her voice shaken slightly.

     As McPhee walked into her kitchen, his eye caught the pale drabbed curtains hanging askew over the sink. Faded yellow walls highlighted the filthy grime that has collected over several years. The place looked like it had not seen a bar soap taken to it in 40 years, McPhee thought. Shame flustered her face as she saw his disgusted frown as he looked at her dingy surrounding. His eyes ran along her forlorn eyes that felt like an ocean of sadness glaring back at him. Her life story unfolded upon the scars and bruises her make up failed to hide. He cleared his throat and went on to open his brief case removing some papers.

          “Miss Killingsworth I am here to inform you that Elizabeth Dupre             would like to meet you. Here is a copy of your birth certificate and the             adoption papers.” Her face was unmoved.
          “Why would she want to see me now?” Her words were as empty and cold.
          “She has been looking for you for the last thirty three years. Mrs.                      Dupre’s Father forced her to give you up. In fact he forged her                         signature on those adoption papers.” His stern look had not affect on her.
          “I do not care.” She began to rise and he grabbed her arm causing her             to screech out in pain. Realizing he hit a bruise he quickly released her arm.
          “Miss Killingsworth, I am sorry I hurt your arm. I are you alright?
          “No, but it does not matter anymore, Mr. McPhee, good day.”
          He dropped his card upon the table as he rose. “If you need an attorney
          just give me a call and it would be pro-bono.”
         “Why would I need a lawyer?, she asked blankly.”
          “Because of those bruises.” He left without saying another word or                  looking at her freighted expression.

     McPhee got into his car and just sat there remembering long red hair blowing in the wind as she ran along the river bank of where they grew up together. Her face was white as porcelain and a smile that would brighten up the cloudiest day. Then her smile slowly faded as each bruise appeared upon her skin. She would brush it off as just being clumsy but she had always had grace. She was two years older then him but he still performed his brotherly duty against guys whom mistreated her. Until one day she married a monster and thing changed she pushed him away ‘after all I am now a married woman and my life is none of your business,’ she told him with such fear within her voice. He looked down at her grayish blue face with her eyes wide open looking into nothingness. Her skin cold to the touch and in the distance the coroner asking him if she was his Sister. A tear rolled down his cheeks as he started the car and looked into the rear view mirror. ‘Miss Killingsworth, please call before you too end up like my Sister,’ he whispered.

     Danforth repeated the dispatcher words to Albright as he studied Miss Killingsworth’s forlorn face as she stared blankly at the wall. She twisted her long thin fingers nervously as she waited for him to begin the questioning. It was not like I know anything she thought to herself. Her frowning eyes fought back the tears allowing her anger to come forth instead. Danforth too noticed and was puzzled why she was angry instead of grieving for her deceased Mother. ‘How is that life, can be so cruel for some and for so giving to others?,’ she thought. “It is not like we had a normal Mother and Daughter relationship detective so please do not look at me like that.”, Miss Killingsworth said monotonously to Danforth. ‘You see detective life can truly suck at times and when a parent throws away a child like a piece of garbage you should not expect to find a loving child waiting for you.’ Her words were cold and cruel yet she made a good point, Danforth thought. ‘The saddest thing is she thought she could buy my love and when she couldn’t buy it and I have never spoken to her again.’ She looked as if she were a small child seeking the love of a parent that would never return the love that she so desperately wanted.
“Miss Killingsworth, you do not seem distraught at the face that a human
being lost her life here today.” Albright stated watching her unchanged expression.
“Why do you think I should care about her? Ever since that lawyer of hers
my life has been hell.” She took out a cigarette and began to light it but Danforth stopped her.
“No, smoking on a crime scene, Ma’am.” Her look felt like daggers struck him in the heart.
“Where were you last night?” Albright asked as he took the pack away from
her.
“I was home alone and no, there is no one to prove it either.” Her tone grew
more hateful.
“Did anyone call or stop by?”
“No.” She stood up and began to walk out when Albright stopped her.
“I am not done with you Miss Killingsworth.” His glare gave her a shiver
done her spine.
“We’re done detective, for there is nothing more that I can tell you.”
Albright grabbed her arm yanking her back down in her chair. “Miss Albright, I need for you explain to me why you refused to have your fingerprints taken?”
“I do have the right to refuse. Don’t I?” She pulled out an expensive cell phone and Albright grabbed her wrist squeezing it hard. “You’re hurting me.”
“You are under suspicion and that means you do not have the right to refuse.”
“I am sorry if I hurt you but Miss Killingsworth I am trying to solve a murder of a human being whom should have died peacefully in her sleep. Instead she bled to death lying helpless upon her living room floor, all alone.”
Her heart raced with emotions raging from rage to despair. “Fine, then take my prints.   I do not care anymore as long as I can get out of here.”
“You do not care that someone died here, do you?” Albright motioned for Danforth to take her prints and his look stated, get this piece of work out of my sight.

     Danforth slammed her car door and she started the engine taking off as fast as she could. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she floored the gas peddle and she screamed, ‘you bastard’s don’t know nothing.’ Suddenly a horn blew loudly causing her to swerve to side of the road hitting the embarkment. She raised her aching head as tears broke free from the constraints of her eyes. As she came to a full stop, she slowly lifted her head up as a trickle of blood rolled down the side of her face. Her blurred vision did not see the dark shadowed figure approaching her car. Her pulse began to race as the car door creaked open and cold finger tips wrapped themselves around her tiny neck.

“Albright here.” An officer on the other end of the phone informed him that Miss Anne Killingsworth was found dead in her car a mile down the road.
“Thanks.” He hung up and that yelled for Danforth.

     We have a bit of a problem, Albright said as a uniformed officer entered carrying a bag of evidence. Danforth had a befuddled expression as the officer handed him the evidence bag. Looking at the bag he saw Anne Killingsworth’s licence photo face up staring at him. He dropped the bag not believing what his eyes were telling him. ‘She was alive only moments ago,’ he murmured as his disbelief overflowed his reasoning he felt a hand sharply slapping his face.  Albrights hand left a reddened hand print upon Danforth’s face causing him to realize there is no time for such nonsense.  ‘Sorry Sir, it won’t happen again.’   ‘Strange how one minute a human being can be breathing and walking around then within moments is no longer alive,’ Danforth thought.  ‘Sir, here are the crime scene photo’s and Maggie is out there now with the body,’ Officer Cranston stated.  ‘Thank you, Cranston,’ Albright said.  As he looked at the photo’s he spotted a small worn black notebook.  The deteriorating words on the cover read Elizabeth Colby’s journal.  ‘Cranston, get me that journal Miss Killingsworth she had with her.’  ‘Yes Sir, right away.’  Albright looked as Danforth left thinking of a passage he read a long time ago, ‘release the prisoner from within or die caged within your innermost soul.’   How odd that should come to my mind, Danforth thought as he left Albright standing there with his expressionless face.

     “Don’t worry my child I shall take really good care of you,” echoed in the back of Albrights mind.  Stepping outside he took out a cigaret and placed it between his lips leaving it unlit as he paced back and forth.  Those words were once written upon the wall of a murdered family that happened thirty years ago when he was just a rookie.  Why now have those words come to haunt him? The murder began playing back like an old horror movie in his mind.  “He walked into the bedroom seeing the lifeless body of a five-year-old Caucasian female lying in the middle of her bed.  She was covered in bruises from head to toe and standing over her with a macabre smile upon his lips was her Father.  Albright could feel the sour regurgitation starting to come from his esophagus and he tried to force it back down long enough for him to run outside and throw up.  Two officers came out with the Father in cuffs, and Albright caught the Father’s twisted lips showing his inhumane nature.  Seeing that causing his stomach to become worse then before and his temper began to flair as his fist flew into Lieutenant James Moore’s hand.  Moore gave Albright an ascetic look as he took tried to refrain himself from wanting to beat the man to death.  Albright reluctantly relented and aggressively marched to his car opened the door slamming it shut and sped off.  Before he got into his notes, Danforth came rushing up in a panic. Albright’s expression stated that he wished that he’d taken that vacation time after all.  “We found Marcus Dupre Sir and you are not going to like it.”  Albright whispered, great under his breath.

          “Are you sure about that?”  Danforth screamed into the phone.
          “Yes, there is a positive ID.”  Kerr said.
          “What in God’s name is going on here?”  Danforth screamed into the phone.
          “I do not know but please do not yell into the phone Kenji.”
          “Who i.d.’d the body?”  Danforth said in a calmer voice.
          “An attorney by the name of Alistair McPhee whom is Elizabeth and                        Marcus Dupre’s attorney.”  Maggie held the phone away from her ear.
          “What?”  Danforth’s voice rose two octaves higher then normal.
          “If you are now calm, I will tell you the rest.”  Maggie paused deliberately.
          “If it is more bad news then no, I ain’t going to calm down.”  Danforth                     stated.
          “If you do not want to hear it then the boss isn’t going to allow your                         girlfriend to recognize your face anymore.  If you want to know why then I               will tell you it will because he’ll give you so much overtime that you won’t                even know where you live any more.”   Maggie shouted.
          “Okay, Maggie.  Shoot.”  Danforth sounded like a scolded child.
          “We found out that about ten years ago Marcus Dupre had a DNA test done            on himself and unknown male.  It was determining paternity for him and his             wife Elizabeth.  It was said that the child would have been born around                   1961.  I am betting that once we get the DNA and the carbon dating on the              bones they will show a male born about 1961.”  Maggie stately briskly.
          “I ain’t taking that bet Maggie, I still haven’t recovered from the last time I
          bet you.”  Danforth’s tone was more sulky then a child’s.
          “The DNA results shows that Marcus Dupre was not Annie’s daughter but              was in fact Elizabeth’s Dupre’s daughter.  It appears that Mrs. Dupre had               an affair with unknown man.  One other thing I have a rush on the DNA of             the bones but there is no guarantee that I found enough for a match.”                        Maggie hung up abruptly.
          “Great, now I owe Maggie a coffee and it isn’t the cheap kind.  Plus the boss            to see Albright who isn’t going to be too happy to hear this news.”  Danforth            sighed.
          to where Albright was.”

     Danforth stood there in silence as Albright’s nostrils flared and his fist tightened.  “Is that all Maggie had to say?”  “Yes Sir.”   Alright twirled the cigaret in his mouth as he begun to pace frantically.  The sound of rustling feet hitting dry leaves broke the tension.  They suddenly turned around and began running towards a obscured figure running towards a thick patch of bushes and suddenly a gun shot rang out from behind them.  Rushing around they ran back toward the house, Danforth tripped on some loose leaves landing him face down.  Slowly rising he noticed his hands were wet as he turned them over the stain of red covered them.  “Alright,” he blared.  Albright stopped in his tracks and harshly turned around with anger in his eyes but calmed down when he saw the blood on Danforth’s hands. Kneeling down he felt the wet soft dirt as he closely examined it he saw pooling blood and freshly turned dirt.

          “Danforth try not to move.”  Albright ordered.  Albright pulled out his phone            and rang up Samantha Amherst.
          “Hello, Sam here Chief what’s up?”
          “You better be almost here or else you may find yourself unemployed.”                         Albright yowled.  “Danforth’s found himself in a mess here and we need a                  forensic’s person here to help him out of it.”  Albright hung up.  “Geez boss.”            She floored the gas pedal as she mumbled not so kind words.

     A screeching car pulled to a stop as officer Phillip Cranston stepped out into the driveway.  “Now that was a bonus.”  She said with a smirk that Cranston couldn’t miss as he opened her car door.  “Come with me Sam, the chief is in the back and he said to bring your kit seems Danforth found some fresh blood” Cranston said in a monotone manner.  She reluctantly followed him through the thick bushes catching strands of her poorly dyed blonde hair.  Cranston chuckled to himself as they came upon Danforth’s unhappy demeanor which matched Sam’s mood.  She kneeled down examining the soil around him and suddenly she hear Albright scream, ‘puts some glove’s on, what are you a rookie?’   She turned around giving him her infamous discountenance that the guys brag about giving her the nickname of baby Sammy.  ‘Sir, let me do my job believe it or not I know how to do it and right now in order for me to determine how long the blood has been here I need to feel the soil to see what type it is.’  Danforth felt like he was caught between two hungry tiger’s fighting over a piece of fresh meat.  Putting some soil in a evidence jar she then put on her gloves as she pouted straight at Albright.  Her expression reminded Albright why she has the nickname baby Sammy, ‘just hurry up so Danforth can get back to work, he bellowed. The shallow pool of blood around Danforth’s right hand was starting to coagulate around his pale fingers, showing that it had been congealing for a few hours.  She took out a swab to gather some of the blood for the lab when Danforth’s hand and arm were going numb causing him to plummet forward.  She swiftly dodged out of the way of the splattering blood spree unfortunately Cranston wasn’t so lucky.

     He peered from the bushes watching her as she kneeled down to examine the klutz’s divine twist of fate.  His lips curled at the thought of seeing this nitwit fumbling around in the mud like a spoiled child.  Then she appeared catching eye and he hunched down further to saver the moment of her slender waist that was exposed as her t-shirt rolled upwards.  He squinted his eyes catching a better glimpse of a tattoo barely visible above her blue jeans.  What weird lettering imposed on silly pink flower pedals, he thought.  He felt his temperature rise a thought of his hands gliding over her inked spine.  His body suddenly switched from excitement to anger at the appearance of a burly tall black cop blocking his view of such lucius candy.  He felt his old friend aggression to rise but now wasn’t a good time for his companion to take over suddenly he realized footsteps were steadily approaching from behind.  A sudden eerie calmness flowed as he assessed his situation in order to stealthy take care of the unfortunate soul approaching.


          “Cranston move it our lose it you’re in my light.”  Amherst yelled with pride.
          “Sam, don’t forget whom’s in charge here.  Quit dilly dallying around and get
          Danforth out of this mess.”  Alright’s hollering echoes throughout the dense
          trees.
          Danforth thought, chief don’t make her more pissed you ain’t got to deal                   with her whiney attitude later.  Danforth’s phone went off.  Danforth                      sighed as he looked to his chief for help.
          Albright removed his phone from his pocket and answered it. “Hello.”
          No answer just like before which gave Albright a slight chill up his spine.
          “Must be a coincidence because this is Danforth’s phone, he thought and            shrugged it off.  

          Rustling sounds a few feet ahead startled the officer and as he moved forward to investigate, he heard light footsteps from behind. Swirling around unexpectedly, he felt a grimy hand wrap around his mouth and felt the cold steel of the weapon just before it ran across his neck.  Warm blood trailed over the his hand, he brought it closer to his face to admire it. It was rather sticky to the touch and as the aroma drifted in the air and took on a metallic scent hitting his nostrils temperature  and his pupil’s dilated as he smiled.  Voice’s brought him back to his task making him aware he should have disposed of this problem by snapping his neck but his thrust for blood rushed to his head in the moment.  Maybe those idiots will think this is the same blood for now even though a long shot.  Hiding this thing is a must and they are idiots after all, he laughed as he headed back to his cavern where he can admire his work of art.

           Danforth finally got the okay to move and sigh with relief. “Chief, who was
           that on my phone?”  Albright glared and barked, ‘let’s get back to work.”
          Albright turned away walking back towards the house.
          “Hey Samantha.”  What is it Danny boy?”  She said in a flat tone.  “I just                wanted to thank you for nothing.”   “I would say you’re welcome but since                you are not human I don’t have too.”  Her face proudly showed her sarcasm               proudly present.  “Seriously though Samantha did you even notice there is a
          mental box underneath all that blood and dirt?”   Her facial expression told               him she didn’t realize it. “I knew that.”  She turned around giving him an
          astringent look.  

     Albright turned and walked away from the childish rivalry scenario those two always put on when in the middle of a job.  His phone went off giving him a much needed distraction.  “Albright here, yes Maggie what is?”  Albright looked flustered as Danforth cautiously approached.  “WHAT?”  Danforth decided baby Sammy was a safer bet but this unfortunately could not wait.  Danforth cleared his throat and there it was his infamous scowl that told Danforth his job and limbs were in jeopardy if this turns out to not be worth the interruption.  Albright’s mood was easily read by people whom knew him well enough  just by looking at his vivid face.

Redrum a Hidden Soul

By Eidolyne Ravnescroft

     He sudden found himself staring into her eyes which not longer looked as sweet as he’d known them since he was born.  Her thumb pressed down upon his hyoid bone as her knee pushed hard into is diaphragm.  Never had he thought his own flesh and blood would be attempting to erase his existence from the face of the Earth.  However this is not our true beginning of the story nor is it truly the end so sit back and allow yourself to enter the world of life or death.

     For as long as I can remember I had never seen my Aunt harm another or even habor the thought of committing a violent act against another

Obituary

Copyright:Eidolyne Ravenscroft


Chapter One

     Opening the news paper, I turn to the back page that played host to the notices of those who had passed away. I was well aware that it may be odd to enjoy reading the obituaries, but I found it fascinating. One notice stood out from the others and I bent slightly closer to read it. Here lies the People Reader. May those who knew her read the story she left behind.

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