Postby 31acujoker » Wed Mar 15, 2017 4:12 am
February 22, 2017, 6:30pm, Devon
It's like my old Sergeant used to say back in Greyburn, sometimes a cop's gotta use more than his voice to get the job done. I guess if that Voss chick learned nothing else today, she'll have learned that occasionally, using your fists does gets results. We figured a guy with a scar on his cheek ain't exactly gonna blend in unnoticed everywhere he goes, so we went back to combing the neighbourhoods around North Karwood, I asked around some more, didn't have to dole out any more beatings which was a welcome break, my knuckles don't quite hold up like they used to.
So anyway, Voss and I got some useful stuff out of a couple prostitutes who work Princess Street, not two nights ago they saw a guy hanging around, they didn't get a look at his face but his clothing sounds exactly like each description we got from our victims. The girls told us he seemed to be directing his attention towards one of the workers in particular, so we decided to visit said girl at her home.
Paige O'Hara, part-time prostitute and part-time stripper, 21 years old, dark brown hair, blue eyes, performs under the name "Pixie", girl sells her body to help her hooker mother pay the bills. It's a story I'm afraid I'm all too familiar with...
Currently en route to her residence, will update.
February 22, 2017, 7:13pm, Voss
Well.... I guess I better fill in this journal entry, Devon's not exactly taking this well. Seems we've got another victim to add to our ever-growing list: Paige O'Hara.
We arrived at her house not 10 minutes from the time of this entry, I went to knock on the front door, but it'd been broken open already. I admit my heart leaped into my damn throat when I realised, so I looked at Devon, we knew what might have happened, we both drew our weapons, and with caution, we entered the home, Devon took point while I covered his back. The front hallway, living room, and kitchen were all clear, so we proceeded to the back hallway where the bathroom and bedrooms were located. It was about at this point Devon stopped all of a sudden in front of me.
"What boss?" I whispered
He put his finger against his lips telling me to be quiet, then pointed to his ear... he could hear something, concentrating as well as I could with my blood pumping a million miles a minute, I listened carefully. Sure enough there was a noise, it sounded like a female voice, no decipherable words that I could tell, she was probably gagged...
The voice was coming from the bedroom at the very end of the hall, so we moved quietly to the door, keeping our backs to the walls and checking each room as we moved up, I swear I've never seen someone as calm under pressure as Devon, he was amazing. He and I stopped when we were on either side of the doorway, the female voice was a lot more clear now, whoever it was she was definitely gagged. Raising his hand, Devon held up three fingers, I took a deep breath.
3...
I double-checked my weapon, making sure the safety was off.
2...
Devon's eyes told me, good luck kid.
1...
We burst through the door! "Police, don't move!" "Police, don't move!"
I have to admit, I breathed a pretty heavy sigh of relief when we entered the bedroom and all we saw was Paige's mother Cathy tied to the bed and gagged. It really wasn't the sort of sight I expected to see when I joined the force, there she was, a 42-year-old woman, who was rocking an amazingly fit and shapely body, her brown curly hair draped all over the pillows, her arms and legs completely outstretched as she lay handcuffed to each leg of the wooden bed frame. Her thick, botox-heavy lips were protruding as best they could through the silver duct tape that had been wrapped multiple times around her mouth and neck, her incredible 34DD breasts (which I'd just like to state, I doubt were real) were barely contained by her skimpy red bra. I think it must've taken Devon and I a second to actually register what we were seeing before we finally remembered to let the poor lady go.
She gave us a lot of muffled screams as we untied her, it was clear she'd been crying. Our worst fears were realised when we ungagged her.
"Mmmph! Please! Please he took my daughter! He took my baby girl you've got to find her!"
That was a few minutes ago, Devon and I will set up a crime scene once he stops punching holes in the wall, backup's on the way.
This is going to be a long night.
"A thing is not beautiful because it lasts"
- The Vision