Thread: The Ambient Killers Web [Karameida x KiloBravo157]

Deirdre Adams Deirdre pursed her lips as she viewed the body of one Beatrice Grove. She rested one hand on her hip while the other tapped her chin thoughtfully. The cause of death was easy to determine, someone had shot the poor woman in the head sometime late last night. It was very familiar to three other recent killings. Pulling out a handkerchief, Deridre knelt beside the dead woman and placed her fingers on the cold chin forcing the mouth open a little. Miss Adams! the words came from the constable who was hovering nervously behind her. The words came out on a strangled cry of near outrage. What do you think you are doing? She let out a sigh and let her hand drop from the dead woman and turned her head slightly to look over her shoulder, irritated at the interruption. I am attempting to investigate. I thought it was obvious. she said turning her attention back to the woman. A breeze howled through the alley where the body was and something inside the woman's mouth fluttered. Furrowing her brow she reached over and stuck her fingers inside the woman's mouth. Behind her she could hear the constable nearly choke on another outraged cry. Suppressing her agitation she caught hold of a piece of silk. With an uneasy feeling she pulled out the string and stared at the delicate strand of pink silk that fluttered helplessly in the wind. Rising to her feet she turned slowly to show the infuriating little man what she'd discovered. I think this leaves little doubt but that the same man who killed our last three victims has also killed Mrs. Grove. she said on a whisper. She watched satisfied as the shock of recognition came and went on his face. She turned her head to stare at the dead woman I suggest you remove her body from the alley and notify her family about what has happened. she said turning back to face the constable. Right, Right he muttered still staring at the silk cloth. Deirdre adjusted her hat and started walking at a sedate pace towards the mouth of the alley. Which, in truth was rather hard as she wanted to hike up her skirts and run. Despite the morbid scene behind her she was excited. She knew he would kill again, it was only a matter of time. She had not yet identified who the killer was, nor his motive or even why he left behind pink silk stuffed inside the victims mouth. The lack of information should have been a source of immense frustration for her but today it didn't bother her. She had an appointment with someone whom she couldn't wait to tell. She knew that the papers had probably already printed out the poor woman's murder but she had information they didn't. She couldn't wait to discuss her findings. She hailed a hackney and gave him the directions to the little shop. Deirdre was considered odd and the fact that she did investigations into murder made her even more odd. She was a pretty woman of four and twenty, with a slender frame, small inquisitive mouth, long lashes that framed brilliant opalescent blue eyes, fair skin and pale blonde hair that was done in ringlets. She was a widow who had been previously married but only for a short time. The late Mr. Adams had left her a considerable sum of money which she had wisely invested and over the last few years had watched the money grow. Although previously married she was an heiress and many had sought her hand in marriage again but she had no intention of ever re-marrying. She enjoyed the freedom widowhood allowed her. And she had no intention of letting any fortune seeker get his hands on her money. She felt the hackney come to a stop. Leaning forward she caught sight of the shops and with an impatient movement she opened the door and hopped out of the hackney before the door could be opened for her. Digging in her reticule she pulled out some coins and tossed them to the driver who snatched them out of the air and made them disappear into his coat. Picking up her skirts she hurried to the door of the shop and pushed it open. The smell of dust and copper hit her as soon as she stepped inside. Adjusting her skirts she walked farther into the shop. She stopped a little uncertainly when she saw the owner of the establishment with his head in his hands. Mr. Braffen? Are you alright sir? she asked hesitating a moment before walking the rest of the way to the counter.