We were sitting in the office and I was feeling horrid. I'd drunk way too many screwdrivers the night before and I didn't feel up to par. It was a quarter to seven in the morning. Who in their right mind goes to their office before a quarter to God in the morning? I didn't know but I could tell you, it'll be worth it in the end. That's what they kept telling me anyways.
So, there we were sitting there in our three piece suits, just me and my best friend Max waiting for the phone to ring.
"Do you want to get us some breakfast this morning, Johnny?" I nodded and held my hand out. I couldn't help it. We hadn't had a job for a while and I was flat, stinking broke. Max always had money. I just didn't understand it.
Max wasn't pleased. I couldn't help it. It'd been months since we'd gotten a case. Sometimes I felt like praying for a murder case but that would be against any rules of Heaven so I didn't do that. Instead I prayed for the phone to ring. It never did.
Max handed me the money I needed and put in an order. I rode my bike down to the nearest fast food joint and picked up a greasy unhealthy breakfast for us. It didn't matter though. Max and I were used to eating like this, if we ate healthy our bodies would probably reject the food anyways. Our digestive systems certainly wouldn't know what to do with it.
I slowed down on the way home. The restaurant wasn't very good about bagging stuff and I didn't trust the plastic bag. I slowed down to a low roar and half assed coasted along the side of the road.
I caught something pass by me from the corner of my eye.
"What the hell was that?" Curiosity got the better of me and I turned my bike around. I slowed down next to the spot and laid my bike on the ground.
I was shocked. My brain was horrified. It was the most gruesome scene I'd ever witnessed. There on the side of the road laid a girl's mangled body. She was blond, blue eyed and somewhere in her early twenties. Her skull was crushed. Blood had seeped out of her brain and onto the green grass underneath her. Scratches ran up and down her bleeding, gouged arms. Her legs had large chunks of skin missing where what looked like a group of dogs had already gotten to the mangled mess. Teeth marks were everywhere on her body. Large chunks of her neck had been gnawed at and spit out just a couple of feet away.
Intestines were chewed up and thrown into the grass.
Instead, I looked closer at the girl.
I couldn't believe what I saw!
Somewhere in the mess of blood, dirt and intestines I thought I saw movement. It wasn't any ordinary movement made by an animal, snake or whatever. It was a different type of movement. I couldn't put my finger on it.
Then I saw it. I looked closer at the girl scrutinizing her stomach and chest. I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe it.
I started to scream.
I screamed as I raced my bike back to the office.
"Max!" I said running full force into the office.
"What Johnny, what's wrong? Where's my breakfast?" Max asked annoyed.
"There's no time for breakfast now, Max! We have to call the police!"
"What's going on? Tell me everything! Don't leave out any details!"
Max listened intently as I told the story. I was so excited I hardly took a breath between sentences.
"The worst part about this, Max, I think she's pregnant!"