Post by AlmightyDamballa on Feb 8, 2017 19:19:24 GMT -6
This is a prequel to the original film I'm working on. It's from the POV of Mike Norris, documenting his work on the Lakeshore Strangler Case. Tell me if you want more! Here's part 1:
In all my years on the force, the most disturbing and intense case I ever worked was that of Charles Lee Ray; the “Lakeshore Strangler.” I was first assigned the case back in 88 when the body of a wealthy elderly widow by the name of Vivian Van Pelt washed up on a canal in Lakeshore County. The medical examiner revealed that she had been strangled to death approximately two days prior to her discovery. The entire Lakeshore community was shocked. Crime was virtually nonexistent in the area, and this grisly news was the talk of the town. I was assigned to work the case with a rookie detective by the name of Jack Santos. I found him to be a bit cocky at first, but by the end of this case we had really hit it off. Unfortunately, any fingerprints on the body were destroyed by the water, however the medical examiner was able to extract a DNA sample from a long black hair found on Van Pelt’s body. Jack and I ran it through the database, and, much to our displeasure, there were no matches found. We then interviewed some of the locals. Most had no recollection of anything strange on the supposed night of the murder, but one woman stood out to us. Tiffany Valentine welcomed us into her motor home as soon as we knocked on the door. She was a curvy woman with obviously dyed blonde hair and abundant black roots. She wore a tight black dress with black press-on nails, however she was missing one on the ring finger of her right hand. She looked and acted friendly enough, but something seemed off. Her motor home looked like some sort of sick sex dungeon. I’m talking handcuffs, restraints, whips, and an assortment of leather gothic lingerie, all in plain sight scattered throughout the trailer. When questioned about the murder, she turned hostile. We didn’t even accuse the crazy broad of anything. We asked her if she heard or saw anything unusual on the night of the murder. That’s it. She responds with “what are you implying?” in a very concerning tone. We simply informed her that we were investigating the murder and meant no harm. She responds by telling us to get the fuck out of her house. We obliged and headed back to the station to pull her file. She seemed like she was hiding something. As soon as we arrived, we conducted an extensive background check on this woman. We found nothing but minor offences such as possession of marijuana and petty theft. Jack and I called it a night and went home. The next morning when we arrived at the station, we were informed that another body had been discovered. This one was found in a dumpster at the heart of the city, behind a Macy’s on Wabash. It was that of a homeless man. He, too, had been strangled. Another black hair was found on his body, and the DNA matched that of the one found on Van Pelt. The medical examiner also found a black press-on nail. That’s when Jack remembered Valentine’s missing nail. As soon as he informed me, we rushed to obtain a warrant. By that night, we were knocking on this woman’s door again, this time with the intent of searching the place.
To be continued...
In all my years on the force, the most disturbing and intense case I ever worked was that of Charles Lee Ray; the “Lakeshore Strangler.” I was first assigned the case back in 88 when the body of a wealthy elderly widow by the name of Vivian Van Pelt washed up on a canal in Lakeshore County. The medical examiner revealed that she had been strangled to death approximately two days prior to her discovery. The entire Lakeshore community was shocked. Crime was virtually nonexistent in the area, and this grisly news was the talk of the town. I was assigned to work the case with a rookie detective by the name of Jack Santos. I found him to be a bit cocky at first, but by the end of this case we had really hit it off. Unfortunately, any fingerprints on the body were destroyed by the water, however the medical examiner was able to extract a DNA sample from a long black hair found on Van Pelt’s body. Jack and I ran it through the database, and, much to our displeasure, there were no matches found. We then interviewed some of the locals. Most had no recollection of anything strange on the supposed night of the murder, but one woman stood out to us. Tiffany Valentine welcomed us into her motor home as soon as we knocked on the door. She was a curvy woman with obviously dyed blonde hair and abundant black roots. She wore a tight black dress with black press-on nails, however she was missing one on the ring finger of her right hand. She looked and acted friendly enough, but something seemed off. Her motor home looked like some sort of sick sex dungeon. I’m talking handcuffs, restraints, whips, and an assortment of leather gothic lingerie, all in plain sight scattered throughout the trailer. When questioned about the murder, she turned hostile. We didn’t even accuse the crazy broad of anything. We asked her if she heard or saw anything unusual on the night of the murder. That’s it. She responds with “what are you implying?” in a very concerning tone. We simply informed her that we were investigating the murder and meant no harm. She responds by telling us to get the fuck out of her house. We obliged and headed back to the station to pull her file. She seemed like she was hiding something. As soon as we arrived, we conducted an extensive background check on this woman. We found nothing but minor offences such as possession of marijuana and petty theft. Jack and I called it a night and went home. The next morning when we arrived at the station, we were informed that another body had been discovered. This one was found in a dumpster at the heart of the city, behind a Macy’s on Wabash. It was that of a homeless man. He, too, had been strangled. Another black hair was found on his body, and the DNA matched that of the one found on Van Pelt. The medical examiner also found a black press-on nail. That’s when Jack remembered Valentine’s missing nail. As soon as he informed me, we rushed to obtain a warrant. By that night, we were knocking on this woman’s door again, this time with the intent of searching the place.
To be continued...
