A Celebrity mystery

He knew it would be start of something big, when the phone rings at three in the morning, it has to be, Jake Wayne’s was on the verge of retirement, working with the LAPD for over 20 years now, if anyone was to take a look at him, they would think he had been on the **** for maybe double that.

Jake now in his mid forties and still no family, living alone in his two bit apartment, three simple blocks from his station, Jake’s a tough guy, shaved head, mean brown eyes, very heavily built, but not fat, for seven years now he had a constant reminder of one particular homicide case, which saw Jake lose half of his right ear, kids would often point in the street, afraid. But this did not bother him; it just made him a whole lot tougher.

“…….. Yeah” Jake picked up the phone.

This was not a unusual thing, he would often get called out in the middle of the night, it is like there is only one homicide detective in town, well, one good one anyway.

He held the phone to his ear, quickly grabbing a notepad and pen on the side table, scribbling down the address, “ok, that’s not far from here” and with that said he hung up the phone.

He did not bother to shower, just put his pants and shirt on from just three hours ago, poured some coffee into the canteen, as he did so, he could see blue and red lights just five short blocks away, wondering what would be inshore for him this time.

December 10, 2005
Timmel crime scene

Jake parked his BMW, onto the curve, behind a couple of patrol cars, most likely the first on the scene. He bricked his way through the first officer manning the door of the house, ducking under some blue police tape.

Instantly he could see the chaos inside, broken tables, blood splatter on the walls, first thing he noticed was a strange anagram on the wall, to his left, written in blood. It read:

                          K    I     N   I    C       O    X    C

At this time he did not have a clue what it meant, but it must mean something, the killer wants us to know his purpose. Jake already hated this new case, but it would only get worse.

He found the body in the kitchen, she was female, lying flat on her belly, taking a closer look, Jake saw one key feature, and her right ear was gone!

This new case, was identical to an older case, the one where Jake lost his ear to a madman, “this cant be” he smeared.

“Detective Wayne’s” A female voice said behind him.

Jake stood to his feet, turned around, in front of him was a petite brunette, her hair so soft and bouncy, her bosons were perfect, all the curves on her body were perfect.

“I’m Claire Joll, I’ve been sent to help you on this case, considering the importance of the victim”

Wayne’s somehow knew she was F.B.I, most likely a junior “sorry, importance?”

“The victims name is Vanessa Timmel, you know the name?”

“No…. can’t say I do” Jake responded

“She was a local theater student” Joll replied.

“Why is she important?”

“Because I found this note in her pocket, Joll hands over a bloody piece of paper, using tweezers Wayne’s unfolds the paper on the kitchen table, it read:

                 THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING
                                       THE STAKES WILL BE LARGER NEXT TIME
                       GET JAKE WAYNES
                                                TO SOLVE THE CLUE
                          HE WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO

Wayne’s was stunned, “a letter with my name on it”, He knew at that moment JACK DYSON had returned “but I thought he was dead” Wayne’s thought.

Without saying another word, he walked back over to the Anagram on the wall, “in an old case, this killer would leave the name of the next victim on the wall, its his little game, to see if we can get to them first, before he takes another life” Jake gave Joll a brief introduction to the “DYSON” murders.

“That sounds easy, right, we will catch him at the next place, all you have to do is solve the anagram” Joll stressed.

But Jake was not even listening he was already solving the Anagram on the wall, he was a master at puzzle solving, just looking at it, and he could see the name appear:

        NIKKI COX

“Its Nikki Cox, never heard of her” Jake was not thorough with the entertainment world.

“I do” Joll said, “she is the actress from LAS VEGAS, the `televise…”

“OFFICER….” Jake interrupted, “find out where a Nikki Cox lives”

“You mean that horny chick from las Vegas” the officer replied, grinning.

“Wayne’s gave him a stern look, get to it….. NOW”

Within minutes the officer returned from his car, telling Jake and Claire where Nikki Cox lives.

“No time to waste, officer” looking at him again “send back up to that address”

“Lets go” Claire said. Already walking out the house.