Chapter 7

I was awoken by my phone ringing the tune “All About That Base” oh my head hurts so much, too much champs last night with those two evil brothers of mine.
Aww I hate the feeling of gagging and then throwing my guts up in the toilet. Am never drinking again.
Picking up my phone I pressed the green button and said “Yeah”
“Get your backside down to the precinct now there has been another murder and it has Brandon’s MO written all over it, you said we should hold off till we have enough proof and look we have another body now “Mike said nearly shouting
“You’re at work?” I asked surprised.
“That’s the question you ask after what I just told you “Mike said raising his tone of voice again
“Okay Mike, calm down. It doesn’t mean that Brandon is to blame for this murder or Roxie’s murder; we still don’t have enough evidence to charge him unless you know something I don’t,” I replied, trying to hold my tone with a hangover.
“We have found DNA which we have sent off already to the CSI’s to analyse, then her underwear is missing, and a part of her hair is missing. This typical Brandon MO “Mike was shouting at me.
“Okay then, but that means that they could have had sex that’s all, let’s bring him in but not yet. Let’s get everything together that we have and then we will bring him in and question him with what we have” I demanded.
As I managed to get dressed to go to work, which by the way was fucking difficult with being hungover to hell.
I rang a taxi as I knew I was over the limit. I got a taxi to the morgue. While in the taxi I looked out of the window a little bit and saw greenly which was nice apart from it made me feel sick.
So, I laid down in the back seat and waited for the taxi to stop. It took about 10 minutes to reach the morgue, as I got out and paid the driver.
I noticed how calm the air was and the sky was clear even at this time of the day.
Walking into the morgue wasn’t a big deal, there wasn’t any CCTV working, not enough in the budget to get it fixed. Lucky me.
Going through the doors and down the hallway to the morgue where Susan Marie worked, she had been our Head Mortician for over 15 years now and I have the highest of respect for her like do so many. Susan went to medical school straight after college, she said she decided quite quick that she would prefer to work with the dead than the living. She said “The living all wants too much attention and dead they just want you to just figure out what happened to them then lay them to rest.
“She wasn’t wrong was she” I through
Susan is a petite woman probably about 5ft 2in size 3 feet if you believe, long brown hair, she wears glasses, Susan can’t see anything if she doesn’t have her glasses on.
Knocking on the door and walking into the morgue. I let Susan know it was me so as not to scare her too much.
“Hey How Are You “Susan asked
“Well I was hoping I could get one more look at Roxie Taylor our first victim if possible, just we have a suspect we are about to arrest but I want to make sure we have the right guy “I replied
“Yeah of course, I will pull her out for you, but I will need to go into the other room as I have a body on the table and this one can’t be left alone for too long, is that okay” Susan asked.
“No that’s fine Susan I won’t be too long I promise” I said
Susan walked over to the freezers where the dead bodies were and whet to draw 20 and pulled out a big draw with Roxie Taylor on it.
“I will be right in the next room if you need me” Susan said as she was walking away
Once Susan was out of sight, I walked up to Roxie Taylor’s body and quickly got the bottle of Brandon’s DNA out and opened the lid, then I got a swab and swabbed Brandon’s DNA onto Roxie’s mouth and then pulling back the white sheet. I then put the swab between her legs as to leave Brandon’s DNA on it. With the sheet back in place all was left to do was get a strand of her hair.
Got it.
“Susan, I’m done,” I shouted
“Okay, just push her back in as I still need to process her body yet and do a full autopsy.
“I have pushed her back in for you, Bye Susan “I said as I walked out the door.
Walking back to my car I am thinking that when we go to pick Brandon up, I will place the underwear into Brandon’s caravan.
Good idea, but it needs to be convincing as Mike won’t fall to easy.
Waiting for the taxi to turn up, felt like a lifetime already. The taxi pulled up 5 minutes later and I instructed him to take me to the precinct.
On the way to the station, my thoughts played tricks on me,
“No more killing now not until it’s safe to do so, lets see how this plays out first, hopefully Brandon will be released, due to lack of evidence.
Well it is probably wise not to kill again, not for a while anyway.
Half an hour later I finally pulled up at the station,” fuck that was the longest drive yet” I said out loud.
Mike looked excited.
“Hey Babe,” I said, still feeling like crap
“Come on, we’re going to arrest Brandon for Roxie Taylor’s and Laura Stand’s murders,” Mike said, holding up an arrest warrant.
“We will go in my car, it’s faster than yours” I said
Mike looked pissed at me, but I am driving. You are still over the limit” Mike said looking pissed at me but also a sense of relieve and excitement.
Driving over the millennium Bridge at speeds of nearly 90mph. All I was thinking about is how is that stupid scan picture going to come into play. I know it can’t be traced back to me for sure. As my mum did that scan picture on a dodgy ultra-scan machine. I hate remembering them bad memories and what would be had I not gone and told my mum when I found out I was pregnant. Who knows I may have made a good mum?
As we got there, CSI’s were already there with their tent up outside the front door. With around another eight police offices there as well.
Arriving at the caravan site and making our way up to Brandon’s caravan. Mike took the opportunity to bang on the door.
“Brandon open the door please, This Detective Mike Lawson and Detective Leila Lawson form Lancaster Police Station. We need to have a word with you. “Mike Shouted through the door.
It took less than 4 minutes for Brandon to open the door.
“What do you want now” Brandon said sounding annoyed.
“Brandon, we have come to arrest you for the murders of Roxy Taylor and Laura Stand” I said trying to stay as calm as possible.
“Is this some kind of joke” Asked Brandon.
“No, not at all “Mike said
“I didn’t kill anyone” Brandon Protested
“Then if you didn’t do anything wrong, there shouldn’t be an issue with you coming to the station with us to answer questions as to why your DNA was found at least one victim.” Mike said getting mad and impatient.
“Brandon Price, I am arresting you for the suspected murders of both Roxy Taylor and Laura Stand. You do not have to say anything, but what you do say will be held and used against you in a court of law. If you wish to have a solicitor present, you can arrange your own or one can be arranged for you. Do you understand your right Brandon? Mike asked
“Yes, I will need one allocated to me” Brandon said with annoyance in his voice.
Placing Brandon Price into handcuffs was a great delight for Mike as this is where he really shines. Brandon was place in the back of our car and we made our way back to the Police Station. As we were halfway there, CSI drove past us, making their way to Brandon’s caravan.
I had sent a message through asking them to make their way up so they could process the caravan while we were interrogating Brandon.
My phone rang as we were nearing the station. I looked at the caller ID. It was my partner Detective Terry Maker.
“Yeah” I said
“You need to get to this crime scene now. Its bad. Terry said with horror in his voice.
I explained to Mike what Terry had said.
“Ok, we will process Brandon and he can sweat it out for a while in the cells, while we go and see how bad this one is.” Mike explained.
As we pulled into the station Brandon was getting more and more wound up, by the time we took him out of the car, he was throwing some very colourful words our way.
“You fucking bastards are trying to frame me. I haven’t done anything wrong. You fucking muppets. I will get my own back. I promise you that. “Brandon was shouting
“Shut up Brandon. Before you say something, we won’t like. “Mike said rather calmly.
Walking up to the custody desk, Sargent Andi Peters said” What’s this one being booked in for”.
“Brandon Price, 24 years old, arrested on two suspected murders of Roxy Taylor and Laura Stand.
“The usual questions were asked
“Do have anything on you that could harm both you and me before a search is preformed?
“Do you feel suicidal?
“Do you have any medical history that we should be aware off?
“Yeah, he has a very unusual fascination with wanting to kill innocent women,” Mike said
“Mike, calm down. I said
“Fuck you, I never killed anyone. “Brandon screamed at Mike
“Calm down Mr Price. “Said the sergeant.
“Can you guys finish up processing him, as we need to get to this crime scene fast?” Mike asked.
“Sure, we will place him into the cell till your ready to take him to interrogation.” Sargent Peters said
“Thank you