"Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#1 Buddamoose VS TUF

Chapter 3: Blind"Smithers, I found something. The victims scrotum... It's missing..." The medical examiner said as he inspected the body. He then logged it into the list of injuries made to the victim."So what should we do?" Smithers asked Renault knowing the Detective was always brewing up some big plan.Renault paused, and looked as if he was weighing something, before he answered."Let's do what we always do. Question the witnesses, gather as much information as we can and go from there." The statement seemed casual, almost un-caring. Smithers was peeved, as he had hoped that the detective would have had some... deeper... thought process involved. Renault was famous in Texas for his high rate of solves cases, and currently averaged around a closing rate of 67% for the San Antonio Police Department. That was a record solve rate for anyone in the state. Smithers had a great deal of respect for Renault, and wished he possessed some of the same qualities.Renault continued asking "Who knows the victim or anything about the night Annabelle went missing?" Smithers gulped, then said "Mr. Bennet was a quiet man. From everyone we've questioned, he seemed like he was mostly reserved, and kept to himself. Some people say he was almost geeky. But he was strong, and worked out regularly. Mr. Bennet is an attorney, and mostly kept to himself outside of work. As far as Annabelle goes, we've already questioned two of the friends, the father, who has been keeping up with the local sherrifs department quite frequently since she went missing weeks ago, and her school teacher. So far we've gleaned little information from them. We don't seem to find any particular reason that Mr. Bennet targeted Annabelle, the victim seems to have been chosen randomly."A few minutes passed by as Renault considered this information. Smithers was just about to ask something when Renault finally spoke." Call Annabelle's father... Let him know... What happened."Smithers cursed. Why me? "I'm on it."Smithers pulled out his phone, and dialed the number he pulled from the police archives. "Is Daniel Rose available?"--------http://www.debate.org...(Bonus material to help add substance to the story has been added above. It is not required to read it in order to understand the story, but reading it is recommended).Detective Renault was angry. Another crime scene was found, not even a day after the previous one was found. His department was already hard worked trying to follow the very few leads on the Bennet case.Detective got out of his car, and walked over to the crime scene, an empty "for sale" supply warehouse, though Renault knew it was no longer Empty. The flashing red and blue lights vexed him, in the dark of the night. He pushed past the police officers who asked for his ID, and lifted the yellow police tape, as he allowed his team to follow through.As he entered the warehouse, and forced the police officers out, he was confronted with a terrifying scene.A strong looking man, obviously well built, was naked on a stone table, chained, and dead. Both of his eyes were missing, and there was bloody gore around his chest area.His team was on the body instantly, calculating, measuring, and taking notes. His medical examiner went over the list of injuries the casualty had experienced, though Renault thought most of is was pretty obvious."Who is it?" Renault asked. One of his detectives, Detective Yang, with an open laptop eagerly spoke up, as if he thought volunteering as much help as possible would earn him points with the Detective."Records show that he is one John McAnthony, a former member of the Navy, Marine Corp. Clean record, not even one parking ticket. This doesn't fit the 'Holy Killer's' MO."The holy killer, was the name given to the man responsible for the kill in the Bennet case. The name was given due to the weird religious material, and marking found on the scene of the crime, all of Latin origin.Renault inspected the body, and noticed the victims hand was enclosed on something. Renault ordered his detective to open the hand, and the Asian did so.Inside his clenched fist, was another gold medallion, similar to the one found yesterday.Renault's phone then rang, again the number was unknown. Before Renault opened it, he beckoned for Yang to track the call, this time they would be better prepared.Renault answered the call. "You have been busy, it looks like." The voice replied cooley. "True Justice never sleeps. It never tires. Maybe in your humans meek and feeble minds it can. But that's why I am here to intervene.""So what's your excuse this time? McAnthony was completely innocent." Renault's accusation was flat, and impenetrating.The voice chuckles in response, then speaks: "That's the problem. This society is so quick to judge, to overlook, that they miss details. Because of this, there are hundreds of thousands of killers just like McAnthony, living free and happy in the world. But I see people. I know them. I understand them. And I bring Justice. You and your police department will easily turn someone loose if you lack the ability to prove there guilt. I am here to close those gaps. I am here to set these people truly free. I know you don't understand John, but you will, soon. You have been chosen to understand."Renault was angry. "I don't care if you think what you did was right. You still have committed a crime, and I will do everything in my power to bring you in for this. How could human ever do this to another living person?"The voices response was quick. " Well it's a good thing I am not plagued with humanity then, Detective." The line disconnected."Dammit!" Renault exclaimed. "Did you trace it?" he asked Yang."Um.. Yes.. But just like last time, the call came from here..." Yang said nervously.Renault pounded his fist on the stone table angrily. What was going on here?He was starting to feel queasy, the scent of blood, the odd religious symbols, everything made him nautious. He needed to end this. This twisted, but intelligent Vigilante was starting to give him a head ache.His team worked for hours, on end. No fingerprints or DNA were found, just like last time. There was nothing to trace down the killer with. Whatever game this freak was playing, he was winning. And he was good.Renault tried to think of it as a game too. To open his mind up as the killers, as he had often done to solve his many other cases. He had dealt with serial killers before, this one will be no different. I just need a lead... Something... Anything... Renault Racked his brain, and searched through all the evidence 4 times.Nothing. He went back out to the van, and sat down vexed, as he tried to contemplate everything. The detective logged on to one the the open laptops in the van. He searched through his database and found something, that might help.According to the reported article, 16 years ago reports of an ancient burial ground were given to the Police Department. Excavation reports found bodies under a civilian address in San Antonio.The skeletons were old, thousands of years old. Detective Renault looked at the pictures closely."Smithers, come here!" He called opening the van door. Smithers came diligently into the Van."Smithers, what do you see in these pictures?" Renault asked.Smithers looked, but was only confused. "Just skeletons, Detective. Why?"Renault zoomed in on the picture of one particular skeleton. "Look closer. What do you see familiar about this skeleton?" Smithers just looked lost... until he saw it."Triangles, Detective. The same symbol that was Mr. Bennet's Forehead, and all over the crime scene.""That's what I thought I saw. Alright, I need you to pull up the address of the persons home you found these under, now Smithers."Smithers was already on it though.His results were astonishing. "Detective... This house belongs to Daniel Rose..."1. How does rose tie into this?2. How does the killer plan on using Renault?3. What IS the killer?