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Silence fell over the police station as a tall and think(yet muscular) man clothed in a dark suit with a white dress shirt that had a few buttons left open, just under his shirt a golden Egyptian ankh. Short black hair framed his rather beautiful face, and a long ponytail fell against his back. Sharp green eyes and thin eyebrows gave him the look of a professional model. So who was this guy? With the looks of a model and the clothing of a lawyer, who walked with a cane.

"Good morning Deputy Chief, Chief Henry has told me to tell you he is expecting you in his office once you visit the doctor in the morgue."

Thats right, Mathew John Riddick Deputy Chief of police. Mathew was the youngest Deputy Chief of police being only 29.

"Thank you, tell the Chief it might take me a while to get to him, with my bum leg and all."

"Yes sir. Have a nice day Sir"

Replied the young man at the desk as Mathew slowly made his way to the morgue.
Mathew not only was the youngest Deputy Chief of police but a rather good lair. You see, just before becoming Deputy Chief of police, Mathew was blinded by a man trying to steal chemicals, he was surprised to learn that if he tried hard enough he would still, in a way, see. He would basically see with sound, he wasn't sure how... but slowly he was able to do it like he was just seeing normally. It took him three months to return to work, and by that time he was outfitted with a cane because his leg had been damaged beyond repair, thankfully it doubled as something to make sound with, and a great place to hide a sword.
There was only one person who knew he was blind, and that was Doctor Jane Doe. Jane was a 53 year old man, he had long grey hair that was always in a tight braid, he wore dark medical scrub type clothing adorned with a Bow-tie.

"Hello Jane~ Do you know what killed you yet?~"

"HaHa, it /never/ gets old mister Riddick."

Replied the old doctor, in all of his 23 years working with the police department as a mortician not a single day went by where he didn't hear jokes about his bloody name. For all of those who don't understand, when an unknown female comes in she is known as a jane doe, a male on the other hand is called John doe, you can see where the jokes come from.

"Yes i know what killed the poor doll, there is a large blunt force trauma to the side of the head, most likely from some kind of boot, or shoe"

"I sense a "but" coming Doctor Jane"

Jane chuckled, even though Mathew couldn't see it seemed like he could always tell when something wasn't as it seemed.

"Thats right Mathew there is a but. But she has dark bruising of different stages of healing, so it was hard to notice this"

Jane gently ran his thumb against the woman's neck and tilted her head just slightly so the thin wound opened slightly so one could see it easier. He knew Mathew couldn't see but it was a habit he wouldn't get out of.

"A thin but rather deep cut, it goes all the way around her neck. I believe she was strangled with some kind of thin but very strong cord, maybe piano or guitar string. It doesn't seem to have left any trace, but who ever killed the poor doll they really wanted her dead."

Mathew nodded as he tapped his cane against the examination table so he could try and get a better "look" at the body.

"Alright. Thank you Jane, please write up a braille report for me please, just so i can go over it later"

"Sure Mathew... But you have everyone, even Chief Henry, really confused and rather weird-ed out. You only read braille reports, dont use a computer, and only take voice notes"

Mathew chuckled and smiled as he started to make his way over to the door.

"Yes i know Jane, but dont worry about me any. I've said it before, i like reading braille better then normal words, and taking voice notes have always been better then paper. Unless someone gets really freaked out i'll be alright. Thank you doctor Jane, you've been a big help"

Mathew said as he opened the door and left before Jane had the time to reply. With a tap of his cane Mathew started to walk to Henry Chief of police's office, when he heard someone call to him.

"Boss! Hey Boss! Wait up!"

Called a short pudgy man as he ran over to Mathew.

"I told you before Mister Doe, you are older then me, being called "Boss" by you is just... odd. Now, what would you like?"

"C'mon, I keep telling you, Mister Doe is my dad... Call me Jack"

Mathew shook his head and chuckled softly as he looked over at the man.

Jackel Doe, age 37, Doctor Jane's eldest son. He was no more then 5'2, wore his hair down just over his shoulders, and was already looking older then he was since his hair was already salt and pepper in color. He wore a uniform close to standard, except it was a bit darker in color, and instead of wearing his badge on his chest, it was on his belt beside his gun.

"Fine Mister Jackel, then call me Mathew."

"How about Riddick? I mean, you are still my boss..."

Mathew just nodded with a sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, he hated being young, it felt weird that some of the men under his command were over 40 years older then him.

"Alright alright... Now, Jackel, what in the hell do you want? You must have ran over for some reason, something important?"

Jackel opened his mouth to say something then closed it again. What was he going to talk to Riddick about? Jackel reached up to tug on his hat when the papers he had been holding under his arm fell to the ground.

"Oh! Right! Me and the boys made some headway in the case!"

Jackel said as he quickly gathered up the papers and put the file back together.

"Well, I need to go see Henry, so lets talk. You can read it while we do it, alright?"

Replied Mathew as he started to walk down the hall. Jackel grumbled as he grabbed the last couple pages and quickly caught up to Mathew, he fiddled with a few pages before he started to read.

"Alright boss... I mean Riddick. Well, uh, me and the boys were trying to find out who are girl is--"

"And?"

Jackel paused for a moment to huff slightly, Mathew did that to him all the time, cut him off to tell him to keep going... but he shook it off and kept going.

"And we couldn't find her. But we did find about 16 other girls, just like her... All seemingly low risk, all beautiful white women wearing expensive clothing, beautiful expensive jewelry, haven't been finger printed, not in any data base we have, but yet, someone they aren't missed. None of these girls have family that filed a missing persons report in the USA. And because they were all found here in the states, and all seem to buy clothing from popular US stores, we believe that they are from here."

Mathew couldn't help but groan, that was exactly he didn't want to hear! why in the hell did it have to be something like this? and why did it have to be HIS case.

"Well fuck, thats not what i wanted to hear! We have a man going after seemingly low risk women who aren't missed for some reason... Can it get any worse?"

Jackel coughed into his hand as he opened the report again, this time to the autopsy page, he gave it a quick look over then said:

"It uh.. It does Sir... i mean Riddick... Says here that even though they were all killed the same... Our girl, shes... different."

"Different.... different how Jackel"

"it uh... Well the victims said to be killed first had their hearts removed... The uh, first ten to be exact. And uh, all our girls, except our girl here, they uh, had slabs of skin cut from their backs... But uh, we dont know if anything other then skin was taken from our other six girls."

At that Mathew stopped dead in his tracks, causing Jackel to run into his back confused.

"Watch it... So you are telling me that we have some guy, that likes to kill girls, who is taking their heard, and skin... what the fuck is this guy?! Hannibal the fucking cannibal?!"

"I known Riddick... Its bad, really bad, we aren't sure how this guy got started, where he is, all we know is that this guy is good, read good, and that he must really like water. All the bodies were found near water, we the the oldest body is from about six years ago, maybe even ten, but the bodies... Well the first ten at least, were frozen it looks like, maybe from weather but i'm not so sure, i think they were frozen then dumped. Meaning they could be 16 years old, makes sense, all bodies were dumped about a year apart. But uh, we are looking into missing persons from 16 years ago until now to see if there is something there."

"Alright Jackel, make sure you keep me informed, oh and, keep your father informed as well, not just with the bodies but the whole case."

Mathew said as he started to walk again, it took a moment but quickly Jackel followed.

"Really? Are you sure? I mean, dad isn't exactly a cop"

"No. But hes a hellova good talked, the more he knows the easier it is to talk to him, the easier he will be able to understand more about our girl here. Do you understand?"

Asked Mathew as they turned a corner, Jackel was about to answer him when Mathew and an unknown girl ran right into each other. Mathew having not heard the girl's footsteps recoiled hard, dropping his cane he fell backwards, he would have hit the floor but Jackel had been right behind him and was able to catch him and brace them up against the nearby wall.

"Oh, hell, are you ok?"

Jackel asked as he helped Mathew back to his feet, Mathew fiddled with his suit brushing at it until it felt back in its proper place.

"Yes, I'm fine Jackel, thank you."

"What the fuck man! You blindly walk into me then dont even fucking say anything to me?! ASSHOLE!"

Jackel and Mathew were shocked, they had never heard such language from a young lady before.

"She doesn't look older then 18"

Whispered Jackel as he quickly fixed his slightly tilted hat.

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Silence fell over the police station as a tall and think(yet muscular) man clothed in a dark suit with a white dress shirt that had a few buttons left open, just under his shirt a golden Egyptian ankh. Short black hair framed his rather beautiful face, and a long ponytail fell against his back. Sharp green eyes and thin eyebrows gave him the look of a professional model. So who was this guy? With the looks of a model and the clothing of a lawyer, who walked with a cane.

"Good morning Deputy Chief, Chief Henry has told me to tell you he is expecting you in his office once you visit the doctor in the morgue."

Thats right, Mathew John Riddick Deputy Chief of police. Mathew was the youngest Deputy Chief of police being only 29.

"Thank you, tell the Chief it might take me a while to get to him, with my bum leg and all."

"Yes sir. Have a nice day Sir"

Replied the young man at the desk as Mathew slowly made his way to the morgue.
Mathew not only was the youngest Deputy Chief of police but a rather good lair. You see, just before becoming Deputy Chief of police, Mathew was blinded by a man trying to steal chemicals, he was surprised to learn that if he tried hard enough he would still, in a way, see. He would basically see with sound, he wasn't sure how... but slowly he was able to do it like he was just seeing normally. It took him three months to return to work, and by that time he was outfitted with a cane because his leg had been damaged beyond repair, thankfully it doubled as something to make sound with, and a great place to hide a sword.
There was only one person who knew he was blind, and that was Doctor Jane Doe. Jane was a 53 year old man, he had long grey hair that was always in a tight braid, he wore dark medical scrub type clothing adorned with a Bow-tie.

"Hello Jane~ Do you know what killed you yet?~"

"HaHa, it /never/ gets old mister Riddick."

Replied the old doctor, in all of his 23 years working with the police department as a mortician not a single day went by where he didn't hear jokes about his bloody name. For all of those who don't understand, when an unknown female comes in she is known as a jane doe, a male on the other hand is called John doe, you can see where the jokes come from.

"Yes i know what killed the poor doll, there is a large blunt force trauma to the side of the head, most likely from some kind of boot, or shoe"

"I sense a "but" coming Doctor Jane"

Jane chuckled, even though Mathew couldn't see it seemed like he could always tell when something wasn't as it seemed.

"Thats right Mathew there is a but. But she has dark bruising of different stages of healing, so it was hard to notice this"

Jane gently ran his thumb against the woman's neck and tilted her head just slightly so the thin wound opened slightly so one could see it easier. He knew Mathew couldn't see but it was a habit he wouldn't get out of.

"A thin but rather deep cut, it goes all the way around her neck. I believe she was strangled with some kind of thin but very strong cord, maybe piano or guitar string. It doesn't seem to have left any trace, but who ever killed the poor doll they really wanted her dead."

Mathew nodded as he tapped his cane against the examination table so he could try and get a better "look" at the body.

"Alright. Thank you Jane, please write up a braille report for me please, just so i can go over it later"

"Sure Mathew... But you have everyone, even Chief Henry, really confused and rather weird-ed out. You only read braille reports, dont use a computer, and only take voice notes"

Mathew chuckled and smiled as he started to make his way over to the door.

"Yes i know Jane, but dont worry about me any. I've said it before, i like reading braille better then normal words, and taking voice notes have always been better then paper. Unless someone gets really freaked out i'll be alright. Thank you doctor Jane, you've been a big help"

Mathew said as he opened the door and left before Jane had the time to reply. With a tap of his cane Mathew started to walk to Henry Chief of police's office, when he heard someone call to him.

"Boss! Hey Boss! Wait up!"

Called a short pudgy man as he ran over to Mathew.

"I told you before Mister Doe, you are older then me, being called "Boss" by you is just... odd. Now, what would you like?"

"C'mon, I keep telling you, Mister Doe is my dad... Call me Jack"

Mathew shook his head and chuckled softly as he looked over at the man.

Jackel Doe, age 37, Doctor Jane's eldest son. He was no more then 5'2, wore his hair down just over his shoulders, and was already looking older then he was since his hair was already salt and pepper in color. He wore a uniform close to standard, except it was a bit darker in color, and instead of wearing his badge on his chest, it was on his belt beside his gun.

"Fine Mister Jackel, then call me Mathew."

"How about Riddick? I mean, you are still my boss..."

Mathew just nodded with a sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, he hated being young, it felt weird that some of the men under his command were over 40 years older then him.

"Alright alright... Now, Jackel, what in the hell do you want? You must have ran over for some reason, something important?"

Jackel opened his mouth to say something then closed it again. What was he going to talk to Riddick about? Jackel reached up to tug on his hat when the papers he had been holding under his arm fell to the ground.

"Oh! Right! Me and the boys made some headway in the case!"

Jackel said as he quickly gathered up the papers and put the file back together.

"Well, I need to go see Henry, so lets talk. You can read it while we do it, alright?"

Replied Mathew as he started to walk down the hall. Jackel grumbled as he grabbed the last couple pages and quickly caught up to Mathew, he fiddled with a few pages before he started to read.

"Alright boss... I mean Riddick. Well, uh, me and the boys were trying to find out who are girl is--"

"And?"

Jackel paused for a moment to huff slightly, Mathew did that to him all the time, cut him off to tell him to keep going... but he shook it off and kept going.

"And we couldn't find her. But we did find about 16 other girls, just like her... All seemingly low risk, all beautiful white women wearing expensive clothing, beautiful expensive jewelry, haven't been finger printed, not in any data base we have, but yet, someone they aren't missed. None of these girls have family that filed a missing persons report in the USA. And because they were all found here in the states, and all seem to buy clothing from popular US stores, we believe that they are from here."

Mathew couldn't help but groan, that was exactly he didn't want to hear! why in the hell did it have to be something like this? and why did it have to be HIS case.

"Well fuck, thats not what i wanted to hear! We have a man going after seemingly low risk women who aren't missed for some reason... Can it get any worse?"

Jackel coughed into his hand as he opened the report again, this time to the autopsy page, he gave it a quick look over then said:

"It uh.. It does Sir... i mean Riddick... Says here that even though they were all killed the same... Our girl, shes... different."

"Different.... different how Jackel"

"it uh... Well the victims said to be killed first had their hearts removed... The uh, first ten to be exact. And uh, all our girls, except our girl here, they uh, had slabs of skin cut from their backs... But uh, we dont know if anything other then skin was taken from our other six girls."

At that Mathew stopped dead in his tracks, causing Jackel to run into his back confused.

"Watch it... So you are telling me that we have some guy, that likes to kill girls, who is taking their heard, and skin... what the fuck is this guy?! Hannibal the fucking cannibal?!"

"I known Riddick... Its bad, really bad, we aren't sure how this guy got started, where he is, all we know is that this guy is good, read good, and that he must really like water. All the bodies were found near water, we the the oldest body is from about six years ago, maybe even ten, but the bodies... Well the first ten at least, were frozen it looks like, maybe from weather but i'm not so sure, i think they were frozen then dumped. Meaning they could be 16 years old, makes sense, all bodies were dumped about a year apart. But uh, we are looking into missing persons from 16 years ago until now to see if there is something there."

"Alright Jackel, make sure you keep me informed, oh and, keep your father informed as well, not just with the bodies but the whole case."

Mathew said as he started to walk again, it took a moment but quickly Jackel followed.

"Really? Are you sure? I mean, dad isn't exactly a cop"

"No. But hes a hellova good talked, the more he knows the easier it is to talk to him, the easier he will be able to understand more about our girl here. Do you understand?"

Asked Mathew as they turned a corner, Jackel was about to answer him when Mathew and an unknown girl ran right into each other. Mathew having not heard the girl's footsteps recoiled hard, dropping his cane he fell backwards, he would have hit the floor but Jackel had been right behind him and was able to catch him and brace them up against the nearby wall.

"Oh, hell, are you ok?"

Jackel asked as he helped Mathew back to his feet, Mathew fiddled with his suit brushing at it until it felt back in its proper place.

"Yes, I'm fine Jackel, thank you."

"What the fuck man! You blindly walk into me then dont even fucking say anything to me?! ASSHOLE!"

Jackel and Mathew were shocked, they had never heard such language from a young lady before.

"She doesn't look older then 18"

Whispered Jackel as he quickly fixed his slightly tilted hat.

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more to come in pg2