QR Code Murders: Forensics

Wind swept down and made it a cooler night. The summer break neared an end. Joyful, Yawuisha luxuriated in the fact that she had completed her master’s degree in police work without ever wearing a badge or holding a service pistol. Armed with her own camera and an editing suite, she knew that her masterclass was either going to continue or Kim and her companions would put an end to this madness.

She was back in the front passenger seat as Harrieta published her story the week prior to this one. She got some B-roll of the neighborhoods. The mini lawns, the cats and dogs playing, the little windmills blowing tricolors of blue, yellow, and red. Her camera picked up on the younger kids playing in the yard and the adults playing cards.

“You got enough ‘everyday life’ over there?” Kim asked.

“Just about.”

Kim turned onto the boulevard. She noticed a crowd gathering. She sensed that it wasn’t to see a baton twirler.

“Here is our chance,” Yawuisha announced.

“Chance for what?” Kim queried.

“It’s an opportunity to put a stop to what we’ve been covering over these past few weeks. This, according to statistics, will be our last body.”

“I hope your stats are better than mine. I got a C in that class.”

“But you can always recognize facts. You’ve excelled at that,” Yawuisha acknowledged. Kim regarded the young woman’s words as a salute and answered back, “This whole adventure wouldn’t be the same without your expertise.” Yawquisha smiled. Both women exited the car.

“State police! Make a hole!”

There were three bodies stacked on each other in the sun. Whatever happened took place only a few hours ago as no signs of decomposition showed.

Kim called in the incident, noticing that people were too busy being amateur vloggers themselves, lacking Yawquisha’s depth, flair, and value.

Two squad cars with uniforms rolled up alongside St. Kitts and Darby.

“First on scene.” Kim rolled her eyes. “I got lucky. We were just turning and we came upon this group. I was just about to start interviewing witnesses and realized that thousands of people on the Internet probably know more about this scene than us.”

St. Kitts placed his hands on his waist and looked around. “That’s probably true. We’ve still gotta do police work.”

“Call forensics and the ME tell him we’re going to need three vans,” Darby chimed.

Yawquisha captured all of them during this entire investigation. The forensics team got there and laid out markers where the shells had been found. The uniforms sectioned off the area with police tape. The vehicles arrived and the bodies were hauled away.

The law enforcement authorities banded together once again with little resistance amongst one another.

“That ME is a kook,” Darby pointed out as the crowd dispersed. He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief.

“That kook has two PhDs and an MD,” Kim replied.

“Okay. Point taken. He’s educated. Still gives me the heebie jeebies,” Darby shot back at her.

Kim just sighed. “I’ll meet you over there in a few,” she spoke, switching gears.

At the medical examiner’s office, he had just released a young victim to a family for funeralization and burial. He made room for the three victims.

“Not so glad to see you three again,” the ME said.

“Forensics said this took place sometime in the late morning.”

“They weren't lying. These wounds are as fresh as the morning dew.” St. Kitts and Darby looked at each other. Kim shook her head and kept looking at the work. She noted the ME and his markings on the bodies.

“What can be said about the latest killings? Are there any other indications that they’re linked to someone associated with Parton?”

“None that I can find.”