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Detective McLesh walked around the small table, and centered the light towards the suspect's hands and away from his pale face. His thick fingers toyed with the hot steel shade as he forced it downwards. "Dirty bastard." He mumbled to himself as he touched his burnt fingertips to his tongue, and then looked at Desmond to see his reaction. But Desmond only looked into McLesh's eyes without emotion. " Yes……..It is a bitch, is it not?" Then Desmond smiled, one eyebrow raised in an expression of perplexed boredom. McLesh found Desmond's demeanor rather nose up, but what could you expect from a fucking scholar he thought. He only knew that this guy made his skin crawl. "Doctor Necotera." McLesh grumbled, even though this is only a routine questioning, you were witnessed leaving the murder scene at approximately 3:07 am on the morning of March 2nd, but by all logical evidence this seems to be a gangland killing, a known gangster's wife and one of his henchmen. What exactly were you doing there, a person of your learned stature……………..In a stinking flophouse?" Desmond looked down at his hands under the glow of the bright lamp, then looked back at McLesh." My dear Sergeant McLesh…… I was rather preoccupied with acquiring a piece of ass when I was rudely interrupted by the sound of a door being ripped off its hinges, and the deafening sound of gunfire." Desmond looked dead on into McLesh's eyes, his coolness began to piss the detective off and it was evident on his sweaty pocked face.
McLesh walked slowly towards the door, then spun around dramatically…………. "And the young dame, what about her………..She there to take fuckin pictures?" Desmond stood from the wooden chair as it fell backwards and clamored to the floor. For a split second McLesh thought that he had hit a chord, and the canary would start singing…… But instead, only a flash of a moment later he knew he had made a big mistake. Desmond's face became tormented with deep lines as he began to tear at McLesh's soul…..The detective edged back quickly as he felt the pain moving through his body, his spine slammed against the interrogation room wall, striking the back of his head as he slowly slid down to a sitting position. He began to weep uncontrollably as the visions poured through his mind like a freight train out of control, visions of death and the retched foul odors of the decomposing. He vomited down the front of his white shirt and tie as the stench overwhelmed him, dark dreams of the masses digging their fingers deep into his flesh and carrying him to the center of his fear………The dark places which he never dared venture, the places of violence with the faces of dead children set into the darkness, taunting him with their bloodless flesh and swollen black lips. Desmond crouched down beside McLesh as the detective slowly gained a grasp of consciousness. " I think it in your best interest Sergeant, to concentrate your energies on the prime suspect that actually had the motive to murder………….Does Antonio Degossi ring a bell for you? I suppose it does, and I think you will get to the bottom of this homicide case without any further difficulty…………Forget you even summoned me McLesh, the dark place is just around the corner…………Waiting." He walked out of the up town precinct and down the gray sidewalks, his mind began to drift towards thoughts of Biba……..He never fully comprehended his attachment for her, until that moment with the detective. It was certainly a primordial instinct of protection….. One of everlasting evil…………And one strong enough for him to give McLesh a small journey into the gates of the dominion. Desmond straightened his tie, and then his cufflinks as he looked down at his shiny black shoes. A small portion of vomit still clung to the tip of the left one……He found the contrast appealing. |