Created by Jaron Barnes

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Dream Walkers

Here we are in Sergeant Davidson's office. His office is decorated in a tribal themed fashion. Large ceramic pots, tall plants, and various grasses laid in pots in the corners. His desk was a large metal desk. With twin couch chairs pointing towards the desk. "So what do you have for me, now, Christina?" He asked. His office smelled of cinnamon coming from the bowl of scented pinecones on is desk. It also smelled of cigars. "Well, we have what we call forensic evidence!" Tina nodded. Regarding what?" Davidson asked gruffly. "The Kimberly Ann murder and other women!" I added from the frame of my amber-red framed arched glasses. "Well, show me?" Don't waste my time!" Brian Davidson demanded. I pulled out the rag and knife from my journalist shoulder bag. Put it on the desk as Sergeant curiously open the rag. To reveal the shining blade of the bowie knife. "You guys, didn't tampered the evidence with your finger prints did you?" Brian asked with his finger anxiously on his temple.

"Brian!" Who do you take us for!" Tina declared for both of us. "We didn't lay a finger on the knife, Davidson!" I glowered. "Expect me to believe that this knife is the knife used of Kimberly Ann and that very well is her blood that is on this?" "Yeah, Brian, all we need for you to do is get it fingerprinted and confirm that, that is Kimberly's blood! Tina said short and simply. "I can get that done but how did you find this knife?" "That case is two days old!" Let's just say my journalist's intuition." I answered slyly. "Tina do I have cause to worry about him?" He asked staring at me suspiciously. "He's fine, dick head!" Tina said playfully. "Just do what we asked and get back to us when you get the results!" Tina commanded rudely.

Brian scoffed her off then sighed to himself. "I can have the results in an hour or two if you're willing to wait." He suggested. A little time passed. Before I knew it we all stood before the screen of a computer. The criminal finger print database. "It seemed that the blood on the knife matched with Kimberly Ann's. "Yeah we already knew that!" Tina blurted out. "Wow!" "Now this, this is it!" She proclaimed. A full and partial finger print was lifted from the knife! A thumb and the palm of his hand. That one. The palm was the partial print. Now we were waiting behind a computer screen for the database catalog and search for a similar print! Many prints flashed before their eyes. Then! A match! The finger print simulations aligned and a picture appeared on the screen!

A picture of the man that Alan had seen in his dreams. The drunk biker thug. The photo that was on the screen was of the man. He looked like a hobo. He was a hobo. A hobo drunk! His picture being a mug shot of when they had apprehended him for being drunk in public. Public intoxication! His name was Nathaniel Rhodes. His eyes were dark as before. Deep and sunk in. Black shadows surrounded his eyes. "This is our killer!" "We have our killer!" Davidson announced excitedly. "Look they even have his prison tattoos!" A swastika on his chest in dark blue and black, worn ink. Tina said grabbing the mouse and clicking through the pictures of him. "He must've joined the skin heads in prison." I added even though we all already knew. What are this cuts in the handle?"

Davidson asked. "There are letters engraved into the wood." "He was keeping that knife as a trophy, carving the first letter of his victims' names into the wood! In all seriousness. "You don't have to tell me about trophies, I know all about them." Sergeant replied. "Well, we have some very convincing evidence!" "Enough to pull a full out man hunt on the man known as Nathaniel Rhodes!" "The hardest part about searching for him is that he knows the back alleys and underground train tunnels, like the back of his hand." "Where the mole people live." "A hobo community, lives in secret!" "We have to be completely diligent!" But with the help that I'm exhausting from the station we should be able to close off portions of the tunnels so that we may scoured every surface!" "If you'll excuse, me, I have to alert my Lieutenant quickly on this matter!" I will notify you if we learn anything else." We both firmly shook his hand as he leads us out of his office. He waved good bye, turned and went directly to The Lieutenant's office with the evidence bag, inside the bag.

Was the Bowie Knife wrapped in the neon orange rag!

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