The body was nessled in the bathtub. Just like the last three. The pale flesh burnt by the harsh packed ice. So many cubes... The faceless head looks at me. It has no eyes. Not anymore, but i feel its phantom eyes. Staring out from beyond death. Mocking me, just as the killer mocked life when he took this mans face.
I shrug and look to the small shrine left beside the toliet. The candles have been extingushied but the photo frame and passport are still there. My eyes pull me back to the corpse. He even removed the fingerprints....How do i even know this is 'Seamus Murphy'?. Because the bastard left a passport? But of course its Mr. Murphy. Same as the last time... missing person found the next day....
The police photographer baths the body in bright light. The pale body somehow becoming smaller in the flash. Less real for an instant. Then the colours become real again. The dryed blood on the green tiles fades from brillent scarlet to dark brownish red. The skin becoming less plaster white and more jawndice yellow.
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