Through the Eyes of Madness—Part Four
By: David K. Montoya

Tidwell removed a pair of Dollar Store reading glasses from his coat pocket, and though he tried to wipe the rain drops from the lens, the effort was moot. He put them on and the frames slid down to the bridge of his nose. Dean leaned in closer to the victim and squinted when he looked up at Grayson as the sun light peered over his partner's large shoulder into his eyes which created a halo effect around him. Monumentally, he chuckled to himself—his partner was a good guy, but far from Sainthood.

"What you got," Grayson asked with a slight smirk, because he already knew that Tidwell figured out what the killing blow was. It was in his eyes when he looked up, as if he had some sort of psychic power and spoke with the dead to lean the truth. The young detective had seen his partner do it a hundred times before, and was almost always correct.

"The killer severed the artery in her neck, she bled to death when her throat was cut." Tidwell concluded while he removed his glasses and placed them back into his pocket. "But, that was done after she was unconscious."

Grayson knelt down next to his partner, now enthralled in what he was learning from the senior detective. "Really? How can you tell that?" Tidwell pointed at the left hand which was half buried under her slender body but had her palm that faced up. "See her hand there under her body?"

Grayson turned to answer. "Yeah?"

"There is no wounds on her hands. If she was awake when the killer attempted to slit her throat, one would conceive that she'd try and stop them. If it was a life and death situation, she'd possibly grab the blade of the knife and—"

Grayson excitedly interrupted Tidwell.

"And would cut her hands." Grayson finished.

"Exactly. If Larry would have had to bothered to look, he'd found a wound on the back of her head where she was knocked unconscious."

The Medical Examiner leaned forward and put his hand behind the victim's head, and when he removed it, it was covered in blood which proved Tidwell's theory correct. Hoyles turned and gave the two detectives a surprised look, "You're correct, Detective."

"Of course I am." Tidwell snickered. He used the Medical Examiner's back and Grayson's shoulder to left himself to his feet. "Just like the other six murders. So in my opinion, that says we have a serial killer here in the city."

Tidwell paused for a moment, as if to pay respect to the female victim and turned away to face the park.

"Larry, let me know if you find anything else, all right?" Tidwell asked.

"Okay, Detective." The Medical Examiner replied.

"Don't slop this one out," Tidwell softly demanded. "I need all the evidence I can get if I'm gonna take this to the Captain."

"Why are you so hot and heavy to get this to the Captain," the medical examiner asked.

"Because… If I'm right about this, Larry, and I'm pretty damn sure I am. Then the public needs to know to be extra cautious while a maniac is on the loose." Tidwell explained without taking his eyes of the park.

"I see."

"And if you ask me, everyone has the right…" Tidwell paused for a moment. "No, the people deserve to know if their lives are in serious danger."

"But, just saying, but, what if you're wrong?" The Medical Examiner questioned. "That's a lot of needless panic in the streets, Dean."

"If I happen to be wrong Larry, then the Captain can shit-can me."

"I respect that, Dean. I respect that a lot. I'll have her bagged up and I'll take a more intensive look back at the station," the Medical Examiner said to the senior detective. Grayson leaned in toward Tidwell and whispered in his ear, "I'm guessing he doesn't know that you're retiring in two months?"

"I guess he hasn't heard yet." Tidwell whispered back.

Both of the detectives chuckled quietly in amusement.

Tidwell browsed the neighboring park, it was two and a half miles of beautiful estate greenery. The tops of the trees appeared golden as the sunlight reflected off their wet leaves, the skyscrapers across the street acted as a perfect backdrop to the scene. The Detective's eyes scanned each person that jogged along the walkway. Even in the rain, the park was an inviting place to be. Tidwell had seen the park copious times as he drove back and forth to work, but in all the years he lived there, not once had he stopped to pay it a visit.

"Gray, do we know if any of our boys checked of the park for any clues?" Tidwell asked while he continued to admire the neighboring park.

"Yeah, we have a few of our guys combing the area right now." Grayson replied. He leaned down to Tidwell's perspective and faced the park as well. "Do you want me to add more men to help out?"

"Nah." Tidwell replied, then sipped his hot coffee. "Besides if there were anything, it's already washed away by now."

"Okay, well, I guess we're done here." Grayson said to his partner. "I'll meet you back at the station?"

"I will be along momentarily, I'm going to grab me an egg muffin sandwich from across the street for breakfast." Tidwell responded, then after pulled his wallet from his back pocket and thumbed through his dollar bills. "Besides, it's cheap enough were I could buy two and still have some cash for lunch."

"You know with your diabetes, you shouldn't be eating fast food, Dean. You want me to call Lisa and have her whip something up a bit more healthy for you." Grayson said in a fatherly tone, although Tidwell was almost thirty years his senior. "She'll keep it vegetarian."

Tidwell stiffened. He looked over at his young partner in a mix of amusement and irritation. "Diabetes? Bloody hell, Grayson, how many of my ex-wives are you talking to?"

Grayson chuckled.

"It wasn't any of your ex-wives, it was your mother who told me about your diabetes." Grayson tried to explain without laughter. "Anyway, do you want me to have Lisa make you breakfast?"

"My Mother? You've been talking with my mother?"

"Yes, sweet lady, but she doesn't care for you much."

"Bloody hell." Whispered to himself. "Yeah, well I lived with my Grandmother as and child. She was too busy with her male friends."

"Back to food, yes or no?"

"Your wife does make an awesome cheese omelet. Are you sure it's no problem?"

"Dean, you are family to us, it'd be no problem at all," Grayson said with a pat on his partner's shoulder. "Besides once she finds out about your diabetes, I suspect I'll be bringing you lunch and dinner as well."

"How is she going to find that out?"

"Oh, her and your mom are meeting for lunch today." Grayson explained with a smirk.

"Bloody hell." Tidwell grumbled to himself.



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