Rain was pouring like droplets of hail.

Al went outside and checked his mailbox. He was surprised to see a small black plastic bag inside.

He grabbed it, took it, and then opened it. He was shocked at what he saw. He wagged his head with so much disappointment on his face. "Holy fuck."

He rushed inside with the black plastic bag on his hands and dialed 911.

"911, how may we help you?"

"This is Detective Allen Mills from A.R.P.D, I have a lead about a murder incident at hmmmm...", he paused for a moment, opened the plastic bag, looked inside it, then continued with a disgusted face. He uttered while wagging his head, "... at Unit 14, Lover's Boat Motel, 193 Hampshire Boulevard... send reinforcements there and kindly contact Detective Fred Sullivan for me, please?"

(2 hours later.. Exactly, eighteen hundred hours. )

Detective Al was surveying the room and the body alone. Then, Fred came in - he came in late.

Fred exclaimed, "What the fuck?!". He gulped and then scratched the back of his head.

Al confronted Fred, "Where the hell have you been Fred?! I've been reaching you but you're not answering your damn phone!"

Fred was silent for a couple of seconds. He was stuttering when he said, "I.. I... ", he wiped he's face, looked down and then replied, ".. I left my phone inside my glove box. I was at home, you should have called my landline."

Al with a curious face replied, "I did Fred. I did call your landline number."

Fred was shocked. He blushed, looked down on the floor and continued scratching his head. "I went out. I .... I..... Come on Al! Let's just survey the the fucking scene, instead of jerking me off."

Al seriously uttered ,"I did. I am already finished."

Fred breathed deeply, "So.... you find something.... you know... strange?"

Al looked into Fred's eyes directly and seriously. He replied slowly, "Yeah. Yeah I am thinking of something strange... Fred.", then he nodded continuously.

Fred walked around the room and surveyed the dead victims.

The NAKED woman was lying dead on the bed with gunshots all around her body and like what the killer told Detective Al, she was brutally shot five times on her face.

Her brain almost scattered on the pillow and blood was covering the plain dirty-white bed sheets.

Her left hand was cut off. And there's a PENIS thrusted deep on her GENITAL.

Just a few steps away from the door, there's a NAKED body of a man who was decapitated. His head was cut off but it was missing on the scene. His left hand was also chopped.

He was heavily tortured. His nails was taken off from his hands and toes. His penis was sliced and there were so many other lacerations, as if it was slashed by a box cutter or something sharp.

There's a wine bottle inserted on his ANUS. There were multiple stabs from head to toes. It seemed that he was tortured first and then was stabbed to death.

The scenery was bloody and brutal.
Fred uttered, "This time he left all the garments of his victims. But he stripped them naked - both of 'em. Do you already have their identifications, Al?"

Al replied, "Well you'll be shocked."

Fred chuckled, "The scenery had already shocked the hell out of me so just spill it out Al."

Al chuckled back, "They're MARRIED. They're a couple. They are Briony and Rick Sheldon according to their IDs and the receptionist's records. The killer left every clues on this funky scene."

Fred sarcastically grinned, "But he fucking took that guy's head as a souvenir.. Tsssss", he then wagged his head. "What about the CCTV?"

Al laughed, "This place is probably older than my grandma's grandmother and you're expecting a friggin' CCTV? You're shitting me Fred."

Fred asked, "By the way, who reported this incident?"

Al rhetorically said, "The killer called me awhile ago. I have no idea how he found out where I live or where he got my phone number. He tipped me about his... third and fourth victims. And he put this black plastic bag inside my mailbox. Take a look inside." Al handed the black plastic bag to Detective Fred.

Fred opened it. "Holy fuck.."

Al chuckled, "That was exactly my friggin reaction when I opened that bag." He continued chuckling.

"Their fucking hands is in here! The wedding rings on their ring fingers are still... attached? Hmmmm he also left a piece of paper again. He wrote the address and he wrote a name: Nelson Gibbs. Who is Nelson Gibbs?" Fred uttered in a loud tone.

"I don't know yet. He sure want me to dig alot of sand. A Nelson Gibbs and a Nathaniel Hawthorne. Not only that.. look at the carvings. He's really giving us a freakin' hard time to decode everything. ", Al replied.

"Yeah. The letters..The fucking letters.. His fucking riddles.", Fred was a bit amuse on what he saw.

"Yeah.. It's an S and an E. So far, we have an A, T, S and an E.

Fred curiously asked, "But there's no S in the word ADULTERY.."

Al replied, "He said to me that it's not ADULTERY. I remember him saying that SEVEN is God's perfect number and the word ADULTERY has EIGHT. He added that I should think of a 7-letter word instead, or just ask it to a man named Nathaniel Hawthorne. Then he lead me to that friggin' plastic bag inside my mailbox."

"Never heard the name. But he sure left you a clue. He just left a plastic bag containing the fucking hands of his victims. Do you see it as threat? I mean, you should be concern of your security and maybe Cindy's too, right?", Fred uttered.

"Should I be threaten, Fred?" Al gazed at Fred - eyes to eyes with a blank face towards his partner.

And there was an uncomfortable silence between the two detectives.

Officer Owen disturbed the conversation. "Detective Al, Dr. Kelly Spencer personally called and she said that the forensic results of the murders awhile ago are already ready."

Al smiled, "Thank you Owen. Can you call now the Forensic Team downstairs and tell them that we're already finish here? Oh by the way, if you won't mind officer, I want you to escort the motel receptionist to our headquarters 'cause I would need to ask some inquiries, since I ran immediately towards the scene. I also need to have a talk with Lisa Colbert's husband. Send 'em both to the headquarters for inquiries, please officer?"

"Of course sir."

"And give me some intel about these two victims and try to look if we have a file on a Nelson Gibbs and a Nathaniel Hawthorne.. run the computer, check the archives, okay Officer Owen?"

"Yes, Detective. ASAP, sir."

Al tapped Fred's shoulder. "C'mon cowboy, let's hurry up for the forensic results then let's interview some possible witnesses. We need to move now or we'll see another three more of these on the coming days."

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