Murder at Memorial Church

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  1. Zyta

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    At 11 P.M. on October the lush, sprawling field of Joey High School was alive with sounds of Saturday night football. From scattered pockets of cheering, exuberant bursts of shouting, laughter, and the thump, thump, thump of the bleachers exploded from the field down the block to the nearest residential homes and the student population (and their families) unwound a week’s worth of stress, study and became one with football fever.

    The love affair with big-time sports was enjoying a resurgence at Joe High School, long known primarily as a bastion of academic excellence. But the school’s football team had ridden a dark horse out of nowhere to upset the Division A League on November 7th. Four years later, the pride still burned with the memory, and the fervor lingered yet on autumn Saturdays.

    And although it wa mid-October, Columbus Day—a time of smoldering dry leaves and ripening pumpkins in the northern reaches of the country—it was a clear, pleasant evening in F____. A light breeze gently rattled the gum trees and palms that studded the camps and bore the musical merriment from one distant corner of the sparkling complex to the other.

    There were many such night in the friendly climate of Northern Arizona, which nestled in the middle of the largest forest in the U.S. The forest, and the whole of Arizona, which enveloped it, spoke of tomorrow, progress and affluence. Seventeen year old Perry Patterson was a student of Joey High School. Around him, out of doors, the sounds of Saturday was faint in the wind, and only remotely tempting. Perry was dedicated to learning, and a weekend with Shakespeare was as normal to him as an evening with Led Zeppelin was to some of his classmates. Not that Perry was always serious; he did have his moments, but for the immediate future, they seemed as far away as the moon.

    Perry’s young, blonde girlfriend, and was immersed in religious causes, much like Perry was, was a middle school sweetheart. As Perry was busy that night, Mary busied herself with church-related activities. In addition to being a student, Mary volunteered to help the local church with sorting documents as an assistant. As it neared eleven-thirty, Mary gathered up some letters to the church and told Perry she was going out to mail them. Perry shrugged at his girlfriend, then decided to pack up his school work and get outside for a while himself. He realized that Mary was showing signs of restlessness and that he hadn’t done very much to liven up her evening.

    Perry was still adapting to the idea of living with Mary and her family. It was the closest thing to being married that Perry and Mary ever experienced and the ordeal at times is pulling their relationship too thin. Not that he didn’t love Mary; he was happy she was with him and they shared long hours of contentment and caring. In many respects, they complemented each other. But Perry regretted that he’d seen so little of his girlfriend the previous year. He had been dealing with personal family issues that ended with his parents getting a very ugly divorce and he pushed Mary away to not hurt her in the backlash of his feelings.

    At about 11:30 P.M., apparently in good spirits, the young couple strolled from Mary’s home. Engrossed in conversation, they ambled across the school grounds and suddenly began to argue. The subject was minor, ludicrous in fact, unless other matters were occupying one’s mind at the time. A tire on their car was slowly losing are, and each thought the other should have filled it. The bickering continued as they strode in the direction of the Memorial Church, which loomed before them in the distance. It was about 11:40 P.M.

    Ostensibly miffed at Perry, Mary halted abruptly, faced him and emphatically stated that she wanted to be alone. She told her boyfriend she intended to visit the church and would see him later at home, which was about half a mile away. Equally annoyed, Perry turned from his girlfriend and hastened back across the street, oblivious to the sounds of revelry wafting around him as he walked. He didn’t notice whether anyone was watching him..

    At approximately 11:50 P.M. Merry pulled open the massive outer doors of Memorial Church and entered the foyer, where another set of portals offered access to te main body of the church. Memorial Church is ornate and somewhat imposing. It is a decorous, breathtaking edifice, and as Mary stepped inside she saw a veritable rainbow of scarlet and gold. There were rich velvet tapestries of red and purple; and montages, sculptures, and candelabra of immaculately polished, glistening gold. In front of Mary, and elevated several steps from the floor of the church, was the main alter. To either side were rounded alcoves which contained additional pews, all angled to face the altar.

    The church, as always, would be shuttered at midnight. And since it was nearly twelve, only two other worshippers sat in a silent vigil of prayer. These young people, who occupied a pew to the right of the center aisle in the rear of the church, noticed Mary in the subdued perimeter lighting as she softly padded down the main aisle, eased her way into one of the front rows on the left and knelt to pray. For her nocturnal visit, Mary dispensed with formality. She wore a ark brown jacket, a blouse, blue jeans, and a pair of beige wedge-heeled shoes.

    Perry, having returned home to Mary’s house, was still fidgety about Mary. He probably gave no thought to the futility of mailing letters on a late Saturday night—Mary’s stated reason for wanting to go out. With no Sunday mail collection, the letters would be processed until Monday morning. It is also unlikely he considered the possibility that Mary might have wished to go out alone and used the letters as an excuse for doing so. And he probably didn’t reflect on how their argument grew so out of control—resulting in Mary’s continuing to the church by herself. But there was no reason for Perry to have been analyzing such thoughts as he paced the home and worked out his irritation.

    Back in the church, as Mary meditated at midnight, the two worshippers behind her rose to leave. It was now closing time. Looking over their shoulders as they departed, they saw that Mary hadn’t moved from her pew. She was now alone in the cavernous house of worship. Outside, a passerby spotted a young man who was about to enter the building. He was casually dressed. He was of medium build and wore a royal blue short-sleeved shirt. He appeared to be in his mid- to late-teens. For some reason, the witness noted the man wasn’t wearing a watch.

    A policeman drove by a few minutes after the couple left the church. He noticed the church door was slightly ajar and peeked inside. he didn’t see Mary or the stranger. He then spoke aloud into the apparently empty, dimly lit church, “Is anyone in here?” No answer. “The church is being locked for the night now. If anyone is here, you’ll have to leave.” He was answered by his echo rebounding off the muted statues and shadows walls and rolling slowly back to him. Satisfied, the policeman shut the doors and locked them and walked away—leaving Mary alone with the devil. In the house of God.

    Almost certainly, she was already in Satan’s grasp when the police voiced his notification. From wherever she was being hidden, she would have heard him calling out, listened tot eh great portals clanging shut, and heard her heart pounding in the deathly stillness that followed. But she probably never believed she wouldn’t leave the church alive.
     
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    Lacy wasn't new to these things, in fact she had just been promoted a few days prior. Her skills at solving murders earned her a new title. She was the lead investigator on the tough cases that would normally be unsolved. She had a nack for finding motives and finding suspects to slip on their stories.

    Lacy was young, most of the officers wondered how she was able to be where she was now. At 25 she was already a captain. Her long raven hair was up in a bun at the top of her head. Her blue eyes, like pools of water watched as the families around gathered to see the crime. She shook her head, it always was like this. You could always tell who the nosiy people were in the area. Her black suit was dry cleaned and pressed. She was always professional, yet she had her own sick sence of hummor.

    Her partner was late as always, but it didnt bother her, it never did. As she stepped out of her car she sighed. 'a church.... only seen this once before' she thought to herself. She took a few steps to the church, the stained glass windows had the suns rays glowing in different colors. The large wooden doors open, yet police tape had it blocked to the public. Her eyes watched as people had gathered for worship, but had looks of shock, many whispered in hushed tones about how this was a horrible place to murder anyone. Again, nothing new to Lacy.

    She walked up the stairs, showing her badge to the officers guarding the doors. Both nodded and lifted the tape. Her hands reached into her pocket bringing out her gloves, the forensic team was already there, marking the evidence and making their notes, cameras flashed one by one. She took a deep breath before she looked at the body.

    "what do we know so far?" She asked looking at the chief of forensics. He stood up shaking his head, "Im afraid not much... The officer that locked up said he saw nothing out of the ordinary, We Have one who said she saw her come in late at night, but no one saw anyone else here. The victims name is Mary. She must have been here for these" The older man with gray hair handed her some letters.

    "In a church of all places... who would do this?" Another cop had mentioned before stopping to cover the body. Lacy walked around slowly, taking in the details writing her own notes in her pad. Her heels making soft noises that echoed throughout the Church.

    "Did we contact the victims family? See if she had any enemies that would have motives to hurt her?" Was her next question, lifting the blanket slowly, looking over the body slowly, looking for signs of struggle or fight. The look on her face was sad, Lacy closed her eyes for a moment before covering her once more.

    Standing up she looked around, "where are the other entrances to this room? The suspect must have entered threw another door."
     
  3. Zyta

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    Carl Flame came through the front door breathing heavily. Being late he rushed as fast as he could to the crime scene. Rushing to the crime scene caused him to pour his Starbucks all over the front side of his shirt. Dripping with caramel and the smell of really expensive coffee, Carl ignored the other policemen and policewoman on duty. His face was bright pink. He was determined to find his partner as soon as possible, but knowing that wouldn’t stop the stench from spreading his spirits sank deeper. Carl was a guy that cared about what people thought of him. The mere whisper spoken in his vicinity about him causes mental hives to break out all over his body. He was not a prodigy, and he was extremely queasy and had a fear of dogs, having been bitten in his youth.

    Carl rubbed Vaseline under his nose to block out the smell of the corpse when he finally found his superior and partner. Carl appeared while Lacy was in conversation with the first officer on scene. The officer was telling Lacy that there is one side door, but it was dead bolted shut and the only key is with the pastor. Carl just hovered in the background waiting for the conversation to come to an end, or, failing that, the opportune moment to intercede. While waiting, Carl kept away from the body beneath a white cloth, but he kept glancing at it from the side.

    The first thing you would see coming into the back room is the body on the ground. The murder was committed in the furthest room from the congregation. Carl believed the murderer too Mary here to ensure that he could kill her in peace at his leisure. This back room was the pastor’s private study where he looked through the Bible and made notes for upcoming sermons and where he constructed letters and sent money to missionaries. At first, Carl thought the symbols on the walls were made by the pastor, but upon looking closer at them he noticed they were written in blood. Carl couldn’t make heads or tails of the symbols. What Carl couldn’t see was that Mary was found naked with a stake driven up her vagina. Pictures were taken and the stake was removed. There were also deep cuts along her body that matched the rigid surface of a metal work desk and her face was covered with bruising. Both of her hands had nails in them as if some psycho was trying to re-enact the crucifixion to mock Mary for her faith. The entire murder was more brutal than it had to be. But carl couldn’t see the injuries down to Mary, yet Lacy did when she picked up the cloth and looked at the body.
     
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    Lacy turned with a grim smile, "Coffee?" She said sympathetically to him. It was more a look of amusment, normally she paid no mind to it, yet something about this murder had her antsy. Once she returned her attention to the crime scene which she Then turned to the door, "Then by the sounds of it, the murder was here BEFORE the witnesses, What time did the pastor leave? And where does he keep the keys?" She asked firmly, The pastor as horrible as this scene was, was now the first suspect.
    "Other then the cross..." She paused for a minute "Was there any signs of rape?" She slowly started to step up to the symbols on the wall.
    "It was diffiently someone who knows the church well enough, a regular... a very religious person at that" Lacy kneeled down next to the symbols, "Carl, Have you seen anything like these before?" She turned to ask him as she pulled a small digital camera from her pocket, As well as a vile with a single q-tip in it. Her blue eyes still looking around the area, with a look of grim.
    "And the killer may have known the victim, just by the brutalality here, I'd say it was not just a random thing, and it seems like the murder enjoyed it. He must have gotten something from all of this."
    This wasn't her first brutal murder scene, however it was a first for a church. As she began to take pictures, a small bit of blood on the pastors chair caught her attention. "Carl, look there on the corner of that chair... blood, we need to get that sampled to the lab too, it could be the killers" Her finger pointed to the left side, as she stood up looking at the desk. She stayed quiet for a few minutes as she looked around for any other hints of clues or misshaps.
     
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    Carl turned to face the symbols on the wall. To him they looked old and a mixture of a variety of languages. He noticed what looked like Hebrew and Chinese, but having never took those language classes in his life, he couldn’t figure what they said, if anything at all. Curiously enough, he noticed smears on the wall where Mary and her assailant apparently struggled against each other. But more odd than this, there were math symbols also drawn in shining blood like the sign for Alpha and Omega. Of course, the biggest symbol was that of a cross in the center of the wall plastered at least two feet wide and four feet up. He told Lacy what he found on the wall before turning away from it.

    “Who found the body?” Carl asked the first on scene while he then turned his attention to the blood on the chair that Lacy pointed out. While inspecting the chair, Carl heard one officer telling Lacy that they couldn’t determine rape until they got the body back to the lab. “Lacy, I think we found the murder weapon, or one of them. Come here, look. If you look around the room it’s clear there was a struggle going on. The blood you pointed out to me on the chair also has hair and the wooden pegs keeping it together are snapped. I believe that the assailant, by accident or design, threw Mary’s head into the chair. That doesn’t seem enough to kill, but enough to knock her out temporarily to do this.” Carl turned back to the body and fought back a nauseating uprising in his throat.

    The officer that Carl told to check who found the body returned and said, “Pastor Patrick was the one that found the body when he came in for work about five in the morning. He saw the body when he entered his study and threw up out on the lawn. He was able to identity the body and gave the victim’s home address to us.” The officer was careful to keep some distance between himself and Mary by choosing not to use her name. “Here you go.” The officer handed Carl a slip of paper with the address on it. “The pastor is out front being questioned right now if you want to go there first or visit the family.”
     
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    Lacy nodded, She would like to hear what the pastor had to say. She stood up and started removing her gloves, she was focused on the desk. where she noticed a short blond strand of hair. A smile appeared on her lips. Leaving a glove on she slowly picked it up. "Killer left behind a hair" She carefully took out another vile from her pocket and slid it in. Her eyes studying it for a moment as she took her other glove off.

    "Carl shall we go see what Pastor Patrick has to say?" She smiled as she started walking away from the gore. she had finally gotten her fill on the blood. Lacy stepped over the body and headed out of the study. Her hands on her sides as she seemed to walk faster, her only thoughts were who would be this crazy. Lacy pulled her notebook from her pocket once again with her pen. Ready to take notes again, anything that would help her figure this out, and bring the killer to justice.
     
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    Carl was only too happy to leave the room. As he left the room, he fought back one last bit of nausea threatening to come up. He really is a bad cop when it comes down to investigating brutal crime scenes like this. He is sometimes called the “Eternal New Guy”.

    The pastor was sitting on one of the back pews as far removed from his study as he could be. He was visibly shaken by what he saw; his skin was white like a ghost and his eyes were bloodshot from all the crying. Though as a pastor, he was able to keep his composure under questioning and he never once forgot that he was a pastor. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head how he can comfort his congregation and how he could turn this tragedy into something positive in a sermon for the future.

    The officer that was questioning Pastor Patrick until just now turned to face Lacy and Carl. He gave them a quick summary of what the pastor had already told him. “Says he came in a little after five to talk with God before going out for his morning run. He saw the body about 5:05 and called in from his house phone a minute later. His house is the white one next door. The only phone in the church is the one in the study where the body is. He claims not to know what the symbols on the wall mean, but when he handed me this,” the officer held up a small note asking him if he was Saved which clearly had the same symbols on them, “I don’t think we can take this part of his testimony seriously. The rest checked out as far as the time slot is concerned. He was also able to identify the deceased as one Mary _____; she lives down the road from here wither parents and boyfriend. The forensics couldn’t find a trace of blood on his clothes when we checked earlier.”
     
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    Lacy took the letter and studied it silently. Listening to what he was saying as she did, her blue eyes watching the paper as if it would have done a trick. Her index finger taping on the paper slowly. "mmm" she mumbled as she looked at the Pastor. Her mind was going so fast, of you were to peer in one would think she was not even in the investigation.
    It was then that she spoke. "You say that you called from your home phone after you found the body?" she paused as she looked around the room for a few minutes, her pen at the corner of her mouth as she thought for a few more minutes. Her left hand moved and rested on her hip.

    The symbols were just another puzzle piece she thought, "Pastor, do you mind if we have a look around your home?" She looked at him with a very serious look. She had to be sure that he was not a suspect, the fact that he lived so close made things a bit easy. Her notebook full of notes already. "I just want to be sure the killer isn't hiding around here" She added to ease his mind a bit. She knew that some suspects get heated when you try and point fingers at them.

    Lacy took time to listen to his story, and she did noticed one other thing, "How did the killer get out if all the doors were locked?!" She finally almost blurted out to them. "None of the doors are broken, nor the windows" Things were not adding up she thought as her blue eyes looked at the Pastor once more.
     
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    “To answer your second question first,” Pastor Patrick said while turning his head to face Lacy, “I believe in an open congregation and made spare keys to three old, trusted families; they all have something to do that helps the church in ways that I cannot. I can get you a list of those families and their addresses if you would like, but it’s in the office. For your first question, can you inspect my home in an hour? My family is still asleep right now, but they will be getting up at six to get ready for school.”
     
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    Lacy nodded "Fair enough, Yes, I'd like the names and addresses for them" She turned to Carl and added "So we can have an officer stick around here, watch for suspicious people, one will wait to search the home, and we can get a start on the key holders." She smiled for a moment, laughing to herself, she knew he would take anything to get away from the body. Her blue eyes looked back to the pastor and smiled, "Yes I think we have ourselves a plan"

    She turned to the other officers, and gave them a nod. Her hands returning to her sides, "Lets get the clean up crew in here, get the body back to be further analyzed." She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, "And I want the pictures of the symbols on my desk later" she said before opening her eyes letting out a sigh before looking back at Carl and the pastor.
     
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    Carl turned to face Pastor Patrick and asked him, “Where in your office is the names and addresses.”

    “It’s on the right side of the desk, bottom cabinet,” replied the pastor. Carl motioned with his head to a grunt officer to fetch the materials. He waited, standing aloof as merely gazing at the stained glass windows of the church. When was the last time he’s been in a church, Carl mused. What was going through the murderer’s mind when he decided to kill? Carl thought about the brutal way Mary had died and thought this was a murder of passion, but the symbols on the wall told him that this was a planned, impassioned death for a bigger (or smaller) reason. He saw two officers carry the body out on a stretcher covered with a white cloth.

    The officer returned with the names and addresses of the key holders. It was in alphabetical order: Terry and Emily Dickinson, Joe Lamoure, and Ricardo and Rose Vasquez. The officer handed the paper with the names and addresses on it over to Lacy since this was her crime scene. Carl looked over her shoulder and read the note and said, “Joe Lamoure’s place is just down the road. What do you say we head there first?”
     
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    She nodded and handed him the paper. "Yes lets get there as soon as we can. " She said putting her notebook back in her pocket, her thoughts racing as she tried to think of why someone would murder in a church of all places. Her blue eyes looking off down the road, the cool breeze from the morning hitting her hair softly, "What do you think of this one Carl?" She asked more like a newbi rather then a seasoned detective. Her hands were resting on her hips with the keys to the black unmarked chevy she drove.

    "Seems like we are missing a piece doesn't it" She looked over to him now placing a hand on the handle of the drivers side door. Her blue eyes showing the curiosity that would solve this case.
     
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    “I think everything hinges on the hair that you found and the testimonies of the people we are about to visit,” said Carl after some time. “Once we learn what those symbols mean, if anything, we’ll know why they were put up, right? I mean, taking the blood of their victim and writing on the wall in symbols, and one large one takes a lot of time. The murderer ran the risk of being found while doing this. Why?”
     
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    "he had to have been pretty familiar with the pastors schedule, as well as everyone's. The killer knew what was going on.. Pre-meditated Im sure of it." She said softly as she sighed. Lacy knew all to well... they would catch him soon and he would claim to be insane, "Lets just hope if it happens again... they mess up" Was all that she could add before noticing a gentlemen, alone. Her eyes watched him for a moment before coming out of her thoughts.

    arriving at the first address she noticed first, it was a small house, the yard was kept up at least, but the house... it needed a bit of work. Lacy stayed still for a moment before turning her car off. "My only request... I do not want to be the one who explains this to the family... Im done with those days" She tried to smile before opening her door slowly. "Ready?" Her blue eyes watched Carl as she held the handle of her door.

    "Lets not mention the name of the victim... See if he knows why we are here first" She did this often, it was al a trick to see if they fall into the trap. To see of the suspects know more then them, if they have a guilty mind. She had learned this in psychology, it was all a mind game to the criminals, the game they play, who can get away with murder... and they were all pawns in this game, a race to the end if you will.