Part 388: Working the Scene

The docks were quiet for the most part. Fish mongers and Japanese retailers were gathering supplies that would come in on the boats. Immigrants from China and Japan would come in through there as well but it really wasn’t a problem that could be easily controlled. Jenny parked the truck at the corner of a dock-side restaurant. The two friends got out and Kellye brought the files with her. A few seagulls flew over, making the young woman cover her head. Kellye laughed about Jenny worrying if a bird was going to poop on her. The crime scene was a few feet away from them. Jenny stopped and looked at the docks area. “Where was she killed?” she asked her fellow detective.

“Just over there, “ Kellye pointed to a corner of a nearby warehouse, “She was found swaying over there by the large pipe sticking out of the corner of the building. The forensics team said, the scrapings on the back of her heel suggested she was knocked out over there.”

“Over where?” asked Jenny.

“Over there. On the edge of the peer.”

Jenny then walked over toward the peer. She looked at the angle of it as Kellye walked over to join her. The young blonde then reached over to take a look at the photo. The photo was over the chalk outline of her body, based upon the blood that leaked from her mouth. The young martial artist looked at the photo and compared it to where the forensic thing her body was before the killer dragged her back toward the building with the pipe. Jenny looked at the photo, then the dock, then at the photo. “This is wrong.” She whispered.

“How you mean?” Kellye looked again.

“If the forensic team thinks she was laying like that, then where did the killer come from to attack her?”

Kellye looked at the photo again and then toward the dock. “Dang, you are right,” she whispered, “If the killer attacked her and knocked her out here, then . . .he would have had to come from . ..the water?”

“Great,” Jenny sighed, “We’ll put out an APB on Aqua-man.”

Jenny turned and looked around. She noticed across the way on the short peer was the parking lot next to the restaurant. The blonde stared at the area for the longest time and then rubbed her chin. Kellye looked around and then back to the building. “I am going to go check out the pipe area.” She mentioned.

“Kellye, wait,” Jenny said, taking her arm,” The woman who was murdered here . . .who was she again?”

“Marilyn Kennedy. High priced lawyer from down town.”

“What . . .would a lawyer be doing here?” the blonde question.

“Maybe she was lost?” the female detective pointed over toward the restaurant, “ Forensics did say her car was over there.”

“But how did she . . . .get attacked here?” Jenny pointed to the dock.

The brunette looked back toward the restaurant and then the docks. “You’re right,” Kellye said, “Why would a lawyer be out here on this dock? I doubt she was feeding the fish.”

Jenny began to walk back toward the parking lot. She walked around her truck and then stood at the edge of gravel that faced the dock area. She stared and stared at the area from across the ways. She then backed up and thrust her foot into the air. Her imagination was taking over and for any other cop it wouldn’t have been a possibility. Expect Jenny has experienced such extraordinary things first hand and therefore, to her it was a possibly. “Kel, I just had a terrible thought.” Jenny whispered.

“What’s up?” her friend asked her.

“What if the killer kicked her from here? And she landed on the dock?”

“Huh?” Kellye raised an eyebrow, “Uh, Jenny . .I hate to break your theory but we’re talking a good forty feet. There is no one in the world besides maybe Superman who would have such a strength and last I checked, he’s just a comic book character.”

“Texas could have done it.” The blonde woman whispered.

“Tex . . . Jenny? Are you saying . . . .this killer might be someone from the Island?”

“I hope not. But like you saw, it doesn’t make sense that the killer would attack the victim OUT there. He would have had to been submerged in water, leap up and slam his foot into her ribs, without her being able to scream for help?”

“Granted that does sound far fetched but someone like Texas . . .Jenny, you were able to stop that freak but . . .it was quite an effort, wasn’t it?”

“It was but I was not that skilled as I am now.”

Kellye then slapped her forehead and grunted. “Why are we discussing this?” she replied, “There is no way that the Liberation is here and killing amber haired girls.”

“I know that, Kellye but right now, although very crazy, is the only theory that fits the facts.” Jenny pointed.

“We take this to Ana-Lucia and she’ll freak.”

“So, we don’t take it. We keep exploring the options.”

Jenny then paused when she saw movement in the great distance of the city. She thought for a second that she saw a lone figure on a building watching her. The way the person moved and the way he was dressed in a long black overcoat, reminded her of Raven. She rubbed her eyes and looked again. The person was gone. “You all right?” Kellye turned and looked around toward what she was staring at, “What is it?”

Jenny took a deep sigh. There was no way the figure could have been Raven. It was just her overwhelming desire to see him forced her brain to produce an image she wanted to see. “Nothing,” she mumbled, “Just my eyes playing tricks on me.”

Kellye smiled. She could tell her friend was trying her best to figure out a way the killer could have attacked the victim and since there was no logical explanation; she wound up looking for an illogical one. She could tell her eyes were playing tricks on her. “I know what can help us think of another logical reason for this?” Kellye asked.

“What’s that?” Jenny replied.

“Dippin Dots.” She smirked.

“Dippin Dots?” the blonde giggled.

“Yep! Works every time.”

“I thought cops were supposed to doughnuts?” Jenny said as she started to walk back toward the truck.

“We are the modern cops.” Kellye said, proudly.

As they stepped into the vehicle, the radio burst to life. “Suspect wanted for rape and assault is hold up in a house at 137 Langley Road,” the operator said, “ Officers on the scene are under attack by suspect, as claimed suspect is on LSD. All units respond, please, all units.”

“All units means us,” Kellye said laughed, picking up the radio, “Gotcha! Uh .uh . .hey, what is the number of your car, Jenny?”

“Three-Wheeling-Fifty Six,” she looked at the car.

“Three-Wheeling-Fifty Six, on route!” the brunette replied, with a laugh, “God, I love this job!”

The radio then sparked off again and they heard a familiar voice. “Dispatch, this is Nine-Lincoln-Four,” in a voice they immediately recognized that it was Ford, “ We’ll take the suspect at 137 Langley. We don’t want the new detectives to break a nail.”

Jenny squinted her eyes and Kellye’s mouth gapped open. “Did . . .did he just . .” the brunette tried to say.

Jenny then started the truck and slammed it into reverse. Once she got out of the parking lot, she quickly put her light up on the dashboard and activated the siren. Kellye looked at her friend; not remembering when she looked so mad. The truck zoomed in and out of traffic, as they were on their way to the suburbs.


The truck finally arrived at the location of the problem. Two uniformed corps were positioned behind their vehicle; with their guns drawn toward the house. Stark and Ford were by their vehicle. Stark was holding his hand; the suspect may have attacked him. Ford looked toward their truck, wondering why they were here. Jenny stepped out of the truck and began to stomp over toward the house. Kellye sat in the passenger seat; wild eyed at the display before her. Ford then ran over to the small officer. “Where do you think you are going?” asked the arrogant officer.

Jenny didn’t reply; just shoved him out of the way. She then started to run toward the entrance door. The suspect inside was howling like a wild animal. The blonde woman paused at the door and kicked it in. She then dove out of the way as the crazed man hurled a glass lamp at her. Ford looked on, not being able to see anything. All he could hear was the howl of the wild man, several crashes and what sounded like someone’s head getting hit. “He’ll kill her,” Stark whispered in concern.

“Serves her right,” Ford grunted, “What the hell is she trying to prove?”

Then a loud crash of a TV rang out from within the house. “Oh, God, my leg!” the suspect screamed.

“SHUT UP!!!” Jenny screamed back.

Then a loud thud echoed enough that they even heard it outside. Ford paused for a second and then to his amazement he saw Jenny emerge from the building; dragging the suspect out by his arm and unconscious. The two uniformed cops were amazed at what they were seeing; even Ford was speechless. Jenny dragged the man who was twice her size over to the uniformed police. “You think you can cuff him?” she asked.

The cops rushed over and cuffed the unconscious man. Jenny scuffed her hands of her thighs on her jeans as she walked over to Ford. The police detective was still staring at the man, then finally looked to her with a shocked expression. “How . .how did you . .”he gagged.

“The suspect is down, Ford,” the blonde said smugly, “If you think you can handle this, go right ahead. I got REAL cases to solve.”

Stark smirked at Jenny as she walked past him. The blonde detective saw her friend Kellye in the truck, laughing up a storm. They both felt justified in putting Ford in his place. As Jenny stepped into the vehicle, she calmly looked over to Kellye who was still laughing. “We’ll get those Dippin Dots.” She smiled.