Pretty soon, they were uncovering more bodies all over town. It was like a nightmare come to life. The cops were all over it, setting up some special task force to crack the case.
Who got called in? None other than my husband, Steven Craig, the forensic analyst prodigy in town. He was on site, analyzing blood spatters like it was some messed-up art exhibit.
But even he was taken aback by the horror show. "This is some next-level brutality," he whispered, face going pale.
The Criminal Investigation team leader, Xander Young, wanted him to break it down. And Steve was pointing out every detail like he was Sherlock Holmes. "See these stains? Looks like someone did some organ harvest. And those marks on the wall? Poor victim was awake the whole time."
Xander's scratching his head, saying, "So, according to the forensic guys, our victim's a young woman under thirty. I mean, who could she have ticked off to end up like this?"
But Steve got a hunch. "This isn’t no random brutal hit. Someone's got a grudge and they're just getting started."
And you know what? He was spot on. This just went to show, my husband's instincts were sharper than a scalpel.