Chapter eighteen

Early on a Tuesday mr hatch signed into work as he normally does, he went outside picked his truck and on the way he and joey his colleague they talked about their wives, the government, and also the people at their workplace it was how they got by during work hours.

He had gone round collecting dump into his truck and then returning to the dump area to deposit his fetch, each time.

It was almost time for his shift to end and he was looking forward to it,

He had parked the truck and joey highlighted to go and check if the jump was ready to be collected on 23rd Street.

As he opened it and looked inside, the first thing he saw was a body, the face had been bashed in mercilessly.

Immediately joey began to puke, my hatch saw his colleague through the truck side mirror,

He knew something was wrong so he immediately rushed to go and check it out,

As soon as he came to the dump he saw the body lying in it, the face had been smashed and the blood had dried already on it flies perched on it.

Cold shivers ran through his spine.

Good God!!!!!!

He yelled, his face had turned red now, he looked one more time before searching for his phone in his pocket.

As he fished it out, he moved back to the truck now and dialed 911 and after he did he checked on his friend.

Who was still shaking, he went to the car took a bottle of water, and handed it over to joey who rinsed his mouth and poured water on his face.

He was pale now and as he went back on the truck and sat the image still haunted him.

He thought to himself only a demon could kill a man like that.

He had never seen such a sight all his life, he was used to the normal open coffin kind and that was not as disturbing as, he knew everyone would die but he seriously knew this kind of death was a nightmare.

As the police began to arrive on the scene they immediately barricaded the area and inspected the area.

The detective who came to the vicinity  Roberta shaw looked at the scene and noticed the body had been moved by the killer

She looked around and saw the tiny drops of dried blood and she traced it straight to the alley where it all happened.

What baffled her was how he had carried the body that far And and why,

He wanted the body found, and she watched the area very carefully and the blood had been splashed in only one part.

As she studied it carefully she could visualize the whole scene and what had happened, she knew who it was but she wanted to be certain it was him again.

It was his modus operandi always taking his victims by surprise, and never giving them a chance to blink before taking them out.

Damaging the face was his signature move, she picked out a cigarette from her pocket and lit it up immediately.

Dragging it gently she stood from where she was squatting and moved towards the dump flooded with police and some medics.

They checked his identity card in his pocket and there he was the name was mike, Rodriquez.

As they put his body into the van and drove off to the morgue, Roberta asked the two officers who question the driver and his co-worker 

They gave a recount of what the driver had said but then she was not satisfied and went and asked again.