The Interview

She was crying nonstop, almost inconsolable, but eventually she talked.

“What happened? How did this all start? You need to answer these questions or more people could be hurt. Help up.” She stopped crying and took a deep breath, every word cracked. Greg thought that at any moment she would burst into tears again.

“I don’t know! I was at school, getting ready to leave and go home, when suddenly I felt like I had to go somewhere…” She started sobbing again.

“Where did you feel like you had to go?” The interviewer was a woman named Irene. We figured another woman would be best, especially in cases suspected to be of the sexual nature.

Kenzie sniffled again but composed herself enough to answer. “I don’t know, I just had this deep sense that I had to be somewhere. I saw a flash from the corner of my eye at the edge of the school grounds, and I started walking that direction.” Greg and Tony took note that the polaroid was found in the grass on the edge of the school grounds. That must’ve been the flash she saw. “I kept on walking down a random sidewalk off the school grounds and just kept walking for what felt like miles. I had no idea where I was, but I came to a building that seemed closed or run down. I had a sense of urgency that drove me inside. Like if I didn’t go in, I would die.” She cries a little more and sniffles, but slowly she regains her composure. “I walked inside and it was much nicer inside, almost like a really nice club or something. That’s when this man entered behind me.” At this she breaks down again.

Greg looks at Tony, “her town isn’t that big, create a perimeter around the point we found the polaroid, about five miles in diameter. Get the eyes in the sky looking for any potential suspicious movements or other women from her school within the past month walking those streets. Once she opens up again we’ll try and get a description of the man and who knows, maybe she can even walk us straight to this place.” Tony nodded his head and walked out. No words, just understanding and efficiency. That’s how Greg and Tony worked. When there was a scent, there was a job to be done, and the smell of blood was in the water.

“Can you remember what this man looked like?” Irene asked and reached out her hand to gently hold Kenzie’s.

“No, no matter how hard I try I can’t remember his face, or any of the men’s face. I just remember what they did to me.” She said through tears.

“And what did they do?”

“They used me nonstop for weeks.”

Once the interview was done we started the process of witness protection. She would stay with us or under our supervision until these perpetrators were found. On a side note, her medical evaluation did show multiple men’s semen found within her anus and vagina. Just as he suspected, this was sexual in nature.

Greg walked out to see how Tony was progressing. After getting the run down from him, and feeling content with the actions being taken by his subordinates, he retreated back to his office. He grabbed that bottle of whiskey, the lid still off to the side, and poured himself a drink. It didn’t make much sense what she said. She said she felt compelled to go inside, that she felt she would die. Maybe there was a pharmaceutical at play here that induced a different mental state that cause panic or fear? But the thing that itched at his brain the most was something else. The flash, she said she saw a flash, and the polaroid was found in a similar area as she described. Why take a polaroid picture of someone you’re going to kidnap before you do it? Why write on it? Something wasn’t sitting right with him, but to help put these thoughts to rest he took another shot of whiskey and grabbed his pistol and suit jacket. If things went smoothly, they would be storming a building soon.