SECRETS OF ROOM 304: CHAPTER ONE

Warning. Not suitable for children under 18 years of age.


I hate the rain. It is perfect weather for this situation. It was Tuesday, day one. I just got called in to investigate a murder at the Logan Inn, room 304. I have been a detective for seven years now and it is always something new. My first thought, "is this connected with the Hall murder we just discovered yesterday?" The woman died the same way, strangulation. The Hall case is a detective's nightmare though. There are no clues, no sign of a struggle, and no sign of forced entry. Everything is clear and clean, the work of a professional. It is actually the first case I have ever had without no signs in 7 years. She didn't have any family here, no phone numbers. Just like she was gone with the wind. I am left with more questions then answers. Looks like it will be a long night.

The old Logan Inn. I am surprised people actually stay in this dump. It is no wonder that something like this happens here though. Since I have been on the force, we have had 4 murders here, all women. Let me think, we had three girls into prostitution and the other was into drugs or something to that nature. More then likely, she was killed for her dope. It was becoming a problem that we could no longer ignore.

When I arrived, Sargent Williams and my former partner detective Brown were on scene. I don't get along with Brown. Mr. Tim Brown, what a joke. I spent five years with Brown, listening to all his complaining and smart remarks. This dude takes a case right under me, turns it in, and reaps all the benefits. You know, I am trying to get my bonus too. I have two kids at home and he has a hooker. He thinks he is God's gift to women. Hell, anyone can get a hooker Tim. I walk in and the aroma of a cigar and cheap cologne welcome me. Just like looking into the eyes of the devil, waiting to make his move.

"Detective! Williams called. You won't believe this. Same type of death as that Hall lady," he stated confidently. "I know this girl." Brown explained. "I bet you do Brown. I admitted. The Logan Inn is your second home you know." "Keep playing Ben," Brown mumbled. "Boys, Williams spoke loudly. I believe these two are connected. I'm going to take Brown and we are going back to the Hall house. We've missed something." "She didn't have anything on her, I questioned while I checked her pockets. "Nothing, Williams answered cautiously. No identification, no numbers, no money, nothing." "Then how did she check in, I asked. "You don't need it man, Brown called out. What are you smiling at Ben? Let's go sarge. Can't stand this dude." "Make sure you do the papers, Williams asked. They're coming to get her so do what you do. There's something here we're missing and at the Hall house. Find it!"

I would rather be by myself anyway. That damn Brown. I bet he has a room down the hall. The rooms here are quite small. A bed, a dresser, a bathroom, and a television. One window and it is nailed in. It has a little 70's fridge. Everything was clean. Even the bed was there perfectly made. There were no signs of a struggle. The Hall case was just like this. No marks on Ms. Hall at all. If someone was doing this, they are the cleanest criminals I have ever known.

I wanted to wait until the medical guys came because I want to know how long she has been there. Her skin is rock hard and the side of her face has formed to her face structure. She has been here for a minute. The desk clerk said she had been here for two months. She rents the room monthly. Her name is Allison Moore. She was only 26 years old. What a shame. The rain was coming down. It's that blowing rain, feels like it cuts your skin when it hits you. The water out back is rising quickly, hope it doesn't pour out. When they put this place here, they never fixed the back right.

Finally an ambulance. "Sparky," I yelled "Sorry about that Ben, Sparky said patiently. We had an emergency call." I need to know how long she has been like that. "I can't tell Ben, Sparky commented. My best guess, two or three days. I know this girl. Her name is Allison." "What do you know about her," I added. "I went to school with her, Sparky explained. She was a good girl through school. She moved away for a minute and came back home like a year ago. She had a boyfriend. Dallas Spry. I talked to her a few months ago and she was all into the voodoo stuff. Done painted her hair black, her nails, that's all I know. I heard she was into pills with that Dallas boy. Well, she has all the symptoms of choking, but no marks. "Lets check the back side, I asked. Turn her over". Her body was cold as ice. The carpet imprinted her body. "We have a tattoo, Sparky announced proudly. What is that?" "It is the diablo, shouted Vazquez." "The devil?", Sparky said turning around. "Yep, that is the 666 stuff for sure. She is a follower of the devil," Vazquez stated. "Your into this devil stuff Vazquez," I quickly asked." "I saw it on the history channel man, he replied as if I was crazy. I'm not into that shit Ben. You white people are crazy. I'm Mexican. Your peoples worship devils." "Your crazy, I said laughing. "Boys, I have to go," I replied walking away.

I need a cup of coffee. Dallas Spry? Allison Moore? Why does someone turn to devil worship? I have too many questions to answer. I need to call Williams. "Williams," I spoke loudly. The rain causes my phone to have static. With the radio, rain, and wipers going, I can barely hea anyway. "Ben, I need you over here now, " he said. "What's wrong, I asked surprise. Are you straight?" "I'll show you when you get here, so get here," he explained while hanging up. Great. I can't catch a break. My old lady is going to kill me. The last thing I need is to piss her off. She is crazy at times. I trained Jamie Robinson when she first became a detective. We worked together for a few months. We were working on a missing person case up on Hoover and my old lady drove by. I saw her go by in the corner of my shades. Oh boy. She did a one eighty and came inches from hitting my cruiser. I already knew what it was about. She was mad cause I called and told her I would be two hours late. At least I called, you know.

I am heading to the Hall house. Samantha Hall, 41 years old. I walked in the house to hear the news. I couldn't believe what I saw. "You see this, Williams shouted. What the hell is this? This wasn't here yesterday." I couldn't speak. The house was trashed. The entire room was marked in sixes. There were busted windows and doors off the hinges. "This ain't right," Brown added. Ben, that ain't paint. It's blood. Williams tested it. "Ben, your on this," Williams explained. I want her known aliases, family, friends, everybody if it takes it. Call Ted and get him back over to finish that paperwork. Your on this. You and Brown. "What, Brown said surprised. We don't get along. I can't deal with that today. I'm already stressed." Williams? "Zip it, Williams yelled. Both of you. You two cry more then a six month old baby. Get over it. Finish it up and get back town. I want fingerprints."

"Always getting stuck with you, Brown whispered. You stay on your side and I'm all up in here." "Brown, you deserve a check," I said. Anyway, I am the one who should be mad. I'm lucky I made it out of that wreck, not to mention the job you took. "Whatever Ben", added Brown. Just do the job so we can bounce." "Wonderful. I said arrogantly. No wonder I hate this job at times. I have to deal with this joker. Let's do this."

We spent hours in that house and didn't find one fingerprint. Someone has to know what they are doing. But why? There is no motive. She never had children and there was no life insurance. She was never married. They said she worked in Madison as a secretary. She has no priors, not even a parking ticket. She was basically by herself at the office she worked at. The lawyer only came in once a week. She worked at the Parker and Samuel Law Office. Chase Parker is the lawyer. I have to go to the station to pick up the file. But first, I have to drive home and tell my wife. Brown can meet me at the station.

It is great to be home. It is a shame I have to go back out. "Babe, I yelled. Where are you?" "Your late, she quivered. Dinner is in the microwave. What's wrong? You ok"? "Yeah babe, I have to go back out. We found a body at the Logan Inn. Some girl was choked or strangled. I have to go back out and work with Brown." "I can't stand him, she said willingly. I thought you didn't have to work with him anymore"? "Jamie's on vacation until Friday, I stated. I have to go do some paper work and hopefully I can get out there. "Daddy, my little girl screamed. Your home! Yeah!!" "Hey Ms. Kayla, I said proudly. You being good for mommy?" "Uhuh, as she nodded." "Where is Bryson." I asked "In bed," my wife said. Exactly where this one is going! "No, no, no, "Kayla repeated. "Listen to mommy Kay Kay, I said softly. I couldn't help but feel for her with her big pink bunny slippers and the two tall pink ears on her head. " I have to go babe, I said unwillingly. I love you." "Be careful Ben," she said as she hugged me. "I'll be careful Ash, I said as I swiped her face with my hand. See you in a little bit." "Bye babe," Ashlie whispered.

What a day. That is the only bad thing about this line of work. You never know when your getting off. I pulled 16 hours on the Hall murder and already 12 today. And I know what is going to happen. I will go in to the station and Brown won't have anything done. He is so damn lazy. Brown and I weren't always like this. We actually were best friends going through the academy. He actually introduced me to Ashlie. Those were good times. Well, a few years back, we were working on a double homicide. Brown was on lead and one of his hooch's kept calling him. He sneaks off and I am at the scene by myself. Next thing I know, I hear gunshots. One caught me in the right leg and the other caught me in the chest. Luckily, it didn't pierce my heart or lungs. I was off work for months. We both knew it was a high risk scene, possible dangers. The resident was a big drug dealer. We had been casing the house for 8 months. Someone came by, shot me, and stole a bunch of drugs and money. That is why Ashlie always worries when I leave home. Well, 6 months later, we partnered again. I really wasn't all that mad. Then, this dude is driving like an idiot for no reason and wrecks us. We weren't even on a call at the time. I spent another 4 months in the hospital with fractured disc in my back and a few broken ribs. Dude is stupid and he still has his damn job! Anyone else would be fired. I give him credit though, he knows the streets. If anyone can figure this crazy stuff out, it will be Brown. Prick.

I am not use to being at work this late and I forgot to pick my coffee up. See, I'm stressed. Coffee at the station taste like dog piss. Literally. "Mr. Brown," I said as we faced one another. "Check it out," Brown asked as he handed me the paperwork. "Benny boy," a voice came behind me. "Is that Ted, I asked. How we doing?" "Doing your work, he joked. Williams is always calling me in for this shit. This case is whack. And they were no signs of someone choking that girl?" "Nothing, Brown added. "You remember that Hall case Ted", I questioned. "The one earlier this week," Ted asked. No signs on that one either. "Exactly, Brown said while writing. Went there today and 666 is wrote everywhere." "For real," Ted questioned. "Afraid so, I stated walking around my desk. It was written in blood. Are you leaving right now Ted?" "Yep," he said shaking his keys. "Ted, I'll go over there with you real quick but you still have paperwork," I bargained. "Well," Ted said carelessly. "Well I am going home, Brown said happily. I'll see you in the morning Ben." Later boys. "Grab that paper and let's go Ted," as I pointed to his paperwork. He wasn't getting out of that one.

"Here we are," I mentioned as we parked into the lot. "The Logan Inn, Ted stated. Heck of a place." "Yep, heck of a place, I agreed. The famous Logan Inn." Of course, we walk up to the front desk and no one is there. "So much for first class service," Ted yelled. "Just one moment please, the desk clerk replied. He began to walk out with his blue shirt and eye glasses from the 30's. "Here is the key detectives, the clerk mentioned. If you need me, I will be in the kitchen fixing the stove." "Thank you," I replied as I took the key from his tiny hand.

"Did you bring a blue light Ted," I asked. "Forgot it in the car, he admitted. I'll go get it. Here is the key Ben." As I open the door, I see that the handle was real loose. It wasn't like that before. I gathered myself and took the safety of my handgun. I opened the door handle ever so slightly. I could of swore I just heard someone. Maybe I should wait on Ted. It's awful dark in there. I lowered my body to the ground and slithered inside the room. I didn't hear anything. I reached for the light and turned it on. "Oh my God, I said stunned. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I hate feeling like this. "What the hell," Ted yelled. "Damn it Ted, you sure know how to scare the piss out of someone you, I said firmly. I could hit you." I couldn't believe what we were seeing. It made me sick in the pit of my stomach. We have a problem. "Ted, get Williams on the phone, I said dropping to my knees. You don't have a phone Ted? Here, use mine." I stepped inside the room and the stench was overwhelming. I took a deep breath in. I pulled out my camera and started taking pictures.I took 24 photos in all. I wanted to make sure every 666 drawn in blood were visible in each frame...

To be continued

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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

To anyone who will read, could you please read this story I wrote. I would like to have your honest opinion. Please forgive my quotations in advance. I am still new to writing stories as this. Your time is greatly appreciated.


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Mentalist acer 5 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

This is an appealing crime drama/mystery...it would fit in well located in New Orleans...Awesome Job thelyricwriter.;)


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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

Thanks Mentalist. I fear my writing and quotes are not the best, but I believe the theme and story are ok. This is just my 3rd attempt to write a short story. It is great to get honest feedback. Thanks for your time.


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Mentalist acer 5 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

Wikipedia:

Italics:Sometimes in novels to indicate a character's thought process: "This can't be happening, thought Mary."

To Use Italics You Click On The Slanted I In Whatever File Program Your Using.;)


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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

I see. I left the main character without, but I believe it may be confusing to leave it like that. I just thought it may be interesting having the main character talking straight on point would be interesting. Do you think I should fix it? :)thanks


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Rosemay50 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

This is a good story line and an interesting one. I did now and then get confused as to who was speaking but thats probably just me. You definitely need quotation marks no matter who is speaking and as the mentalist said italics for when your main character is thinking. Other than this it is very good. Keep it up


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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

I knew I should have did that. I don't know why I didn't. I will fix it though and thanks for reading and your honest feedback. This writing stories is much more difficult then poetry and lyrics.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 5 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Sooooooooo what happens next???? Always double check spelling and clear up who's saying what otherwise it grabs one's attention.


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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

I still haven't did this. I hope I can do this in a minute.


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Mentalist acer 5 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

This piece simply reads as stream of consciousness...I'm good with that also...once a person gets out of English 101 just about any way of writing comes under a certain style of writing.;)


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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

Thanks Mentalist. You hit it on the nail. I thought it would be cool to do it like that so the reader feels as thought they are the main character, therefore, they would get a better sense of what is going on. Almost like they are the main character, if that makes any sense.


Sueswan 5 years ago

I like it. Look forward to the next chapter.


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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

Sueswan, thanks for reading it. I tried my best. I should stick to my poems and lyrics. Thanks though for taking time out to visit. I am on my way to your page. See ya in a minute!


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Nikkij504gurl 5 years ago from Louisiana

i like it. some parts get a little confusing as to who is saying what and who is who. but the overall story is very intriguing. dark and scary things are about to happen. have you posted more to this??


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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

Nikki, I appreciate your honesty. This was a first for me and probably the last. I have been wanting to. I have the entire story written already, but I am not good with punctuation at all. I can make it interesting, but I guess I write it wrong. I thank you for coming by though.


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Nikkij504gurl 5 years ago from Louisiana

lol post it! eh as long as there is somewhat of punctuation there it is figure out-able lol i really like this story and I want more! you should check out my short story series "Maybe Its Murder" i have 7 parts so far. and my punctuation should be on key so maybe you can see where you make mistakes at from that and fix it. only thing with hubpages you cant indent paragraphs so I space it out.


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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

Hey again Nikki. I saw it on your page and thanks. I will make sure I begin reading it today before I head off to work. I thank you for your honesty and expertise on this matter. It sounds interesting.

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