"Have you finished the autopsy on Lisa Adams?" I asked our pathologist, Mike.
“Actually Agent Grace, I have. We concluded that she was beaten to unconsciousness with a blunt object. Similar to an iron rod,” he explained, “then she was stabbed about the upper portion of her body, but look at this!” he remarked. He led me to the table where the lifeless remains of the sixteen year old lay. “Don’t you find this pattern familiar?” he questioned.
I studied the pattern in which the stab wounds occurred and then the events came back to me. It was September nineteen ninety-two , there was a serial killer on the loose, he left no trace to his murders. I was on that case and I had let him slip away with the murder of nine teens. I was snapped out of my trance when Mike shouted, “He’s back!”
“ Outstanding performance Mike.” I praised him as I departed.
In a meeting with the other three agents we discussed and reviewed the case as we now knew that we had a serial killer in our hands and we weren’t going to let him get away this time. Immediately, we went back to the lonely street where the murder took place in order to gather more evidence against our suspect.
We flashed our NCIS badges to the polices and ducked under the red “ CRIME SCENCE” tape. We set up our finger print analyser and began extracting prints from the bloody rope a few yards away. Thanks to our advanced technology we were able to get a clean print within three minutes.
On our arrival at the office the first thing we did was to see if thee fingerprints matched the suspect’s. Sadly, it didn’t the prints belonged to a man by the name, Ben Miller. To our dismay he had a valid alibi. He was still working at his hardware store which explained why his fingerprints were found on the rope. However to our disappointment video footage showed that many customers purchased that same type of rope. We were back to square one.
Day after day, week after week we revisited the lonely street in the hope of finding some ground-breaking evidence. Unfortunately for us, the killer knew just what he was doing and covered up his tracks pretty good.
Raindrops beat down against my back as pregnant clouds hovered overhead. I was once again searching the all too familiar scene. I couldn’t help but notice that something seemed out of place. Eureka! This is what I was waiting for. Under a wooden crate we uncovered a bloody knife tucked away in the folds of a leather jacket.
This was no ordinary knife. It was specially hand carved. After intense searches we found one dealer who recognised the workmanship on this knife. He was able to tell us that he sold that knife to a man by the name if Charlie Bush, the same suspect from the unsolved teen murders seven years ago. This was enough evidence to get a judge to issue a search warrant.
On entering the house we found pictures of all the dead girls. From the evidence gathered they all seemed to be killed on that same lonely street while their bodies were dumped elsewhere. However, something must have made him leave the scene in a hurry, preventing him from his gruesome crime, like all the previous ones.
In no time at all we had the arrest of one of the most wanted criminals under our belts. Finally, we had caught him and brought justice to all those who were killed by his works, “The Lonely Street” case was closed.
The next day I went to work proud as a peacock, as those who passed me in the halls congratulated me on a job well done. I was so caught up in the case that I was stunned when I saw all the paperwork to be done.Oh wwelli guess an agent’s job is never done.