Hello Detective

It was a hectic night for both senior detective Henry Winoski and his rookie partner Cole Craven as they arrive at the scene of yet another homicide, second one this month. Both deputies have been pushed to the limit with their latest case in a recent string of murders terrorizing the East Coast; with New England chalking up most of the victims. The men enter the premises, ducking beneath that distinctive yellow tape they have come to despise.

“Not again,” breathed Winoski, “now I’m beginning to think whoever’s behind all of this is doing it for fun.”

“And we still have no solid lead to follow, let’s hope the team can give us some good information this time around.” said Craven as he lift a bloodied shopping bag up off the floor to examine.

“Yeah, have the team run the blood through our database; whoever comes up will be our lead. And for God’s sake, get your assistant’s a*s up here now.”

Entering the trashed, blood-stained room with forensics already crowding it up with cameras and cotton swabs, Winoski and Craven carries out their respective duties. The senior deputy looked shocked as his eyes lock onto a small piece of paper with recognizable dialog on it. He should have know better than to tamper with the materials but at the risk of potentially losing his career if the letter gets into Craven’s hands, he concealed his finding. Winoski flees the scene under the pretense of research. Craven became suspicious of his partner’s uncharacteristic act but decided not to bother his superior. 

Returning to his home, Winoski’s face was pale, eyes wide, swearing profusely and hands trembling still holding onto the note. He didn't even bother to take off his coat or hat and just fell down onto the couch, in a state of pure shock and disbelief. 

Many years ago, Winoski recruited his two sons, James and Benson, into the field. Both of them were like best friends growing up together and were practically inseparable. Winoski figured getting them into uniform and assist their dad fight crimes would only build their relationship even further. And at first, it did.

It all changed when one day, Winoski went to Benson’s office to review a report only to find his youngest son’s lifeless corpse laying under the window sill. The framed photo of the three of them on his desk had been thrown across the room, obliterated. The photo itself was ripped to shreds, leaving only James and Winoski’s face, taped together. James was arrested without resistance and sentenced to forty years in prison.

Winoski begins reading the note, “Hello detective, do you like what I've done to the place? I certainly added a bit more color to the white emptiness, right? I added... more life. Don’t worry about the bodies; the world is better off without them. The one in the kitchen is that pedophile from Charlestown and the c**t upstairs is his wife. I don’t know if she did anything bad but if she’s married to this b*****d; she deserves to die, too. Oh don’t look at me like that, Henry, you know I’m only doing you a favor, making your life a little less stressful by taking out these wanted men for you. No need to thank me. I've always wanted to fight crimes side by side with you, dad. Just me and you. Benson was holding us back and you know it. I did it for us. He was only holding us back, dad. It should be only me and you in this world, dad, me and you and nobody else. I will be at your side no matter what. And soon, when Detective Cole Craven is out of the picture too, there will be nothing left to stop me from being your only one, your favorite one. With love, James.”

Winoski’s phone rang, it had Craven’s caller ID but his voice was not there, it was Craven’s assistant, “I’m sorry, Winoski... he was a good man. I’m sorry...”