Bring Me Flowers (Detectives Kane and Alton #2)(8)
The thick covering of last fall’s leaves masked sound, and anyone or thing could creep up on her, or be hiding behind the packed pines. The forest closed around her in suffocating density and a shiver sent a warning down her spine. She waved the pistol in a sweep, checking every shadow before proceeding.
At last, the path opened onto a large clearing with the river glistening beyond. Heart thudding in her chest, she glanced around, checking in all directions for any sign of movement, then took a cautious step forward. As she turned to face the river, she gagged at the sight before her and staggered backward. With her back to a massive pine tree, and her weapon held at shoulder level, she inched forward, staring in horrified disbelief at the abomination laid out for all to see on a large, flat boulder. No bear had attacked this woman. The atrocity before her was the work of pure evil. “Oh my God.”
She pushed down the instinct to run and took a few moments to allow her training to drop into place. The voice of her commander slipped into her mind like a calming balm. The dead can’t hurt you. Swallow your fear and find justice. Straightening, she pushed away from the tree. To avoid the smell of congealed blood, she breathed through her mouth, scanning the area for any movement and listening. Apart from running into the killer, the smell alone could attract black bears or bobcats roaming the area. The sound of rushing water and the odd bird call broke the eerie silence but no shadows moved within her periphery.
Pushing away the horror before her, she dropped into professional mode. Her heart slowed and the murder scene came into perfect focus. She moved from tree to tree, keeping her back covered and checking the ground for any clues before each careful step. Missing crucial details at this stage of the investigation could hamper the case. She needed to access the scene and get men here as soon as possible.
Moving as close to the victim as possible without contaminating the scene, she caught the low hum of a thousand flies and swallowed the bile rushing up the back of her throat. Adrenaline coursed through her, insisting she get the hell out of Dodge. A wave of panic hit her, sending her mind tumbling back into the past. Men had her tied and helpless. Rope tightened around her neck, restricting each breath. She had to escape. The flashback ebbed slightly and she gripped her Glock, comforted by the smooth handle against her palm. “Get a grip, Jenna.” Drawing up her last ounce of willpower, she cast her gaze over the body of the murdered girl.
The victim was young, maybe sixteen. An open gash across her throat gaped in stark contrast to her sheet-white skin, yet no significant amount of blood spatter covered the rock. It was as if the killer had drained her body of blood before laying her out. Naked, with arms out at her sides and legs spread, the killer had arranged her long black hair in a fan around her. The maniac had eviscerated her, and flies covered the spread intestines. Bright red lipstick smeared her mouth and garish red spots highlighted the stark bloodless flesh of each cheek. At her feet lay a posy of blue Michaelmas daisies and wild bergamot picked from the mass of wildflowers in the clearing.
Sick to her stomach, she did a visual sweep of the area and discovered no clothes, nothing at all. The hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention, triggering her flee response. She pushed it down, reluctant to holster her weapon to use her cellphone. I need backup. He might still be here watching me. Leaning against the trunk of a Douglas fir, she pulled out her phone and called Kane. “Kane, I need you on scene now. We have a homicide.”
“I’m with Wolfe, do you want me to bring him along? We could use his forensic experience.”
“Yeah, bring him.” She swallowed the bile in her throat. “Hurry, okay?”
“I’m on my way now.” Kane cleared his throat. “How bad?”
Jenna swept her gaze over the body and the sight sickened her. “Nasty. The victim is a girl and some bastard has mutilated her. I have the traumatized kids who found her waiting with Walters on Stanton Road but have no one to secure the scene. We need to get boots on the ground to protect the victim before the wildlife destroys the evidence, and I’m all alone here.”
“I’m getting into my vehicle now. Stanton Road is at the river end of the forest, right?”
“Roger that. Lights no siren. I don’t want a crowd of ghouls gathering here. I’m heading back to Walters now to interview the kids.” The day was warm but she shivered and goosebumps rose on her arms. “Stay on the line. I’m not sure if I’m alone here.”
“Roger that. ETA fifteen minutes. I’ll hand you to Wolfe.”
Jenna pushed the earbud to the cellphone in her ear. With the device stashed in her shirt pocket, she pulled out her Glock and carefully retraced her steps. A breeze rustled the branches setting her nerves on edge. Every small sound sounded like a footstep. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she waved her weapon from side to side and moved quickly back to the road. The forest appeared to become darker with each step, and since her close encounter with a couple of psychopaths a few months previously, dark wooded areas freaked her out more than she would ever admit.
Panic shook her legs but she kept moving, and relief flooded over her as the last bend in the trail came into sight. With the Glock back in its holster, she spoke into the cellphone mic. “I’m safe and disconnecting.” She pushed the device back inside her pocket.
Jenna beckoned Walters to her side and wandered some distance from the witnesses. “It’s a young girl, maybe sixteen or so, and a brutal homicide.” She looked up into his shocked expression. “Kane and Wolfe are on their way. I’ll talk to the kids.” She sighed. “I want your eyes on anything that moves in the forest.”