This choice: Wait for the results of the tests • Go Back...Chapter #4Wait for the results of the tests by: Yote   The interview with Ms Jane Doe (or what was quite possibly Mr Donald Watkins) could wait until the test results came back from forensics. Spinosa set the file aside and headed to the canteen.
A brown envelope was waiting in the in-tray when she returned from lunch, the word Urgent written on the front. The contents were a printout of densely worded scientific jargon summarizing dozens of gene sequences and blood components. She flipped through to the summary.
Sample: haem, Ms Jane Doe#3397
Semblance: Human, caucasian, female, ?late teens
Presentation: found streets in confused state
Results: Y-chromosome positive. Nanobots negative. Gynemorphic drugs negative. Oestrogen levels are 700% the expected norm for a woman of this age. Telomere shortening and rheumatoid factor suggestive of advanced age.
Summary: Likely surgical and hormonal alteration of geriatric male.
URGENT: Assesment of LFTs and biomarkers are indicative of late-stage liver and renal failure. If 'Jane Doe' is currently unmedicated, recommend immediate hospitalization. REPEAT: HOSPITALISE IMMEDIATELY
Crap! It hadn't even occurred to her that Jane Doe was three days off her meds! Quickly Spinosa leaped to her feet and dashed through the station, taking the flights of stairs to the basement three at a time. She badged herself past the electronic doors and hurried to "Jane"'s cell.
Yet it was empty. An unpleasant odour greeted her nose and a janitor was mopping up a brown smear on the floor.
"What's going on? Where's Jane?"
"Had a little bit of accident," the janitor said breezily. "Poor girl couldn't get to the toilet in time."
"You mean she-" Spinosa wrinkled her nose. "-soiled herself?"
"When you gotta go, you gotta go," the Janitor smiled.
"Where is she now?"
"Officer Brandon took her to get cleaned up. Taking his time getting her back though..." he said with a frown.
It didn't take a great application of her detective skills to find where Officer Brandon had taken "Jane". A thin brown trail ran out through the door, along the corridor and to the shower facilities that stood next the cells. She couldn't help but feel pity for the poor "Jane", what she had no doubt was this Donald Watkins. Somebody out there had taken this poor, confused old man and methodically, surgically cut-apart and mutilated him into the shape of a fetching young woman. For what end, she couldn't say for certain, but she'd seen enough in this job to make an educated guess. She couldn't even begin to fathom what he must be going through, how confused he must be.
The trail led to the far cubicle. On the other side of the door she could hear the sound of a running shower. There was no sign of Officer Brandon. She tried the handle. It was locked. An uneasy feeling began to form in the pit of her stomach. Brandon was a rookie - the typical ambitious, hypermasculine meathead that tended to got filtered out in their first year. Hoping against hope, she pressed her ear against the door.
"-oh yeah. Oh yeeaah. Dirty girl. Mmm. You just can't help yourself, can you, you dirty, ugh, dirty, filthy girl," came the lustful, breathless grunts of Officer Brandon.
"Shit!" Spinosa hammered against the door. "Openthisdoorrightnowwhateveritisyou'redoingintherefuckingstopitorIswear togodIwillbreakthisdoordown!" Hearing no reply, she took a step back, braced herself, and kicked in the door.
'Jane''s scant clothes were bundled with up atop a police uniform just inside the door. Officer Brandon was cursing loudly as he desperately tried to extricate himself from Donald Watkin's pussy. They stood naked beneath the shower. "Jane" was turned towards the wall, legs spread, hands flat against the tiles, water pouring down her arched back. Brandon stood behind her, balls deep in her pussy, his hands gripping her in such a way that it was obvious to Spinosa that he was the only thing holding "her" up. Donald looked near to collapse. Her knees were shaking, her breath came in worryingly ragged gasps, and her face looked ashen.
"I can explain!" Brandon gasped, sliding his turgid, dripping manhood free and trying to conceal it with his hand. "She came onto me. She...she kept grabbing onto me."
"That's because he can barely stand up by himself!"
"B-but she was drooling all over me."
"Because he's an eighty-fucking-years-old pensioner with dementia, you idiot!"
"Wh-what! Look you can't tell anybody about this! It was a mistake. I just got this job. They'll take my badge-"
"You think they'll just have your badge for this?" Spinosa roared. She grabbed a towel and moved to wrap it around the poor ex-man's slender shoulders. Yet as she did, Jane's grey eyes went suddenly wide she clutched her chest. Her whole body seemed to seize up, then go limp, and she hit the floor with a wet, hard smack.
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck." Spinosa knelt beside her. "Can you hear me?! Jane- I mean, Mr Watkins? Donald? Can you..." Her voice trailed away as she searched for a pulse, and felt nothing...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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