HEAVY MANE

Rainfall: 0.680 inches

The fucking weather was atrocious. Critical evidence could easily be lost forever. I needed to investigate fast. Then again, I really didn’t have anything to worry about. The ARIA [Added Reality Interface Assistant] glasses easily can detect the slightest trace of foreign materials and chemicals. Up ahead were police vehicles and an ambulance. Their sirens lit up the darkness as I parked near the Lieutenant’s car. I was stopped as usual, for ID. Hmmm... Where did I put it? I reached around my suit for the my badge, impatient because time is crucial. Hoof struck metal as I sighed in relief. I waved the badge at the officer.

“Norman Greymane, FBI, sir. I’m looking for Lieutenant Blake?”

The officer pointed over by the crime scene, and I started to trot over there. From what I was told, the Origami Killer has been rather impossible to find. The evidence he leaves is nonexistent, except for a single origami horse. I was sent down here because the situation is escalating.

“Are you Lieutenant Blake?” I asked the rugged man in front of me.

“Yeah, and who is this?” he nastily replied.

“FBI agent Norman Greymane, sir.”

“Well, I don’t fucking need your help, my men are just as good as you government pricks.”

Well. Forget you. Time I checked this out myself. The crime scene was fenced and near the train tracks. The train could’ve been his escape route. Instantly ARIA picked up traces of the aroma of orchids, which are too commonly sold to further profile the killer. Besides that, everything else was pretty much moot. It looked like my best chance was the body. I walked towards the tent and nearly cried at the sight.

A young colt was sprawled across the soggy grass, robbed of his life by some scumbag. Some scumbag that was still out there. The cause of death looked most likely to be asphyxiation. The unnamed victim was definitely drowned. The first thing that caught my eye, though, was the blood on his leg. I snapped a picture with ARIA and waited for a result on who the blood was from. The next oddity that struck me was the orchid on his chest. Did the killer have some sort of remorse for his victims? Demented, but possible. Next to the colt’s hoof was a gently placed piece of folded paper. An origami horse. An indication from ARIA caught my eye. The blood was the boy’s. A small part of me saddened, even though I pretty much knew it wasn’t going to be from the Origami Killer.

There was no use staying here. “Blake, there’s nothing. I’m heading out.” I heard his sighs as I walked back towards my car.

The rain continued.