#Lore24 – Entry #277 – Sentinel City by Night #3 – On the Job
From the Journal of Sheba O’Rourke, Private Investigator
“Took me longer to reach the crime scene than I’d hoped; haven’t had time to learn the streets in Sentinel City yet, and the old Taurus didn’t weather the trip from the West Coast as well as I’d hoped. Will have to get that looked at soon.
Found the scene easily enough once I’d reached the Red Light District, they still had the streets cordoned off, plenty of officers buzzing around, lots of onlookers in spite of the dropping temperatures and coming rains. Remembered to grab my coat at least this time; wasn’t quite cold enough that I’d notice it, but the humans might have, especially the detectives. I was expected, not exactly warmly, maybe, but quickly ushered to the body, where I met Walsh.
I could tell he was skeptical; who wouldn’t be, after all? I’d been in the city less than a day, after all, and I got the impression those who knew of my nature, like him, didn’t trust the Kindred. How could they? I wouldn’t trust someone who fed on my kind either. Probably didn’t even know about us till Sokolova started her grand vision a couple years back, though. Still, work to do, killers to find.
Got the impression Walsh had seen some dark shit already, and I figured he wasn’t even out of his thirties yet. Looked stressed, especially around his eyes, maybe graying a little prematurely, didn’t look in the mood for small talk. Introduced myself quickly, he nodded, we didn’t shake hands. Body looked like a quick dump job, tossed in between some dumpsters. Walsh didn’t volunteer any information, so I took in the scene for myself. Walsh and his buddies got a laugh out of my cassette recorder as I took my audio notes. Old habits die hard; need to get a digital recorder at least, tapes are getting harder to find. Still don’t’ like those smartphones; hard to use when you don’t have blood pumping through your veins and can’t leave a fingerprint to access them; old Nokia still works well enough, though, gets the job done, anyway.
Victim was male, likely mid to late twenties, upper body disrobed and showing obvious signs of extreme torture, flesh missing in several spots along torso. Unidentifiable as his face and scalp had been removed, peeled, possibly intact, no ID on the body. Ligature marks on wrists, ankles, and waist. Old scarring in other places, likely a whip or severe flogging, fetish-related, piercings in his nipples still in place in spite of multiple fresh lacerations to torso; lower body covered by leather pants and wearing combat boots, some blood stains, but no signs of having been removed and redressed. Little blood at dump site. No obvious bite marks, but definitely drained, likely through the wounds, since there was little in the way of blood to pool in the body. Figure it had been there at least a day.
Noticed an ink stamp on his right hand, looked like some kind of spider superimposed over a web that looked like some kind of circuitry pattern, still clearly visible. When I asked, Walsh said it was from a club not too far from the site, called the Cyber Spider, raver hangout with some heavy kink on the side for good measure. He pretty much spit it at me; it’s a hangout for Kindred, ran by one as I’d soon discover. Wasn’t much else of use at the scene as far as I was concerned, other minor details are in my case notes, at any rate.
As I was about to ask Walsh about prior victims, we got some unexpected camera flashes. Local media had shown up asking about the killing. From the heated conversation between her and Walsh, they were well-acquainted. Delia Emmerson was her name, worked for one of the tabloids; figure she was too far on the edge to be a legit corpo reporter. I figured I would undoubtedly cross paths with her again, because she asked specifically if this was another “blood sucker” killing. Will deal with her later on, though, after I had a chance to learn what she knew about us vampires; had other leads to look into for now. As I slipped away, heard her asking Walsh about his new partner, but nobody had noticed that I’d gone till they turned their attention back to where I had just been.
I had a club to visit, even if I wasn’t dressed for the crowd.”