Detective Katlyn ‘Razor’ Prescott laced and unlaced her fingers outside the maintenance shop, and she kept shoving her left sleeve up to check the time. She let out an exasperated sigh and watched the crime scene personnel fingerprint the doorway. Where is he? She muttered under her breath. Tammy Bowen, Medical Examiner for Fredericksburg, smiled at Katlyn and said, “Konan will show up in a few minutes. Since he and Lilly tied the knot, they can’t get anywhere on time.”
She needn’t fret because as they spoke, Konan pulled up in his red Dodge flatbed and shut off the throaty growl of the diesel engine.
Katlyn watched as Konan walked toward her. Lilly Thompson pulled up behind the pickup in her white Toyota Camry. Various dents showed in the body of the sedan, a testimony of Lilly’s aggressive driving and unwillingness to deal with those she labeled ‘moronic imbeciles,” otherwise known as law abiding drivers.
“Good morning,” Katlyn said as Konan drew near, “I’m Detective Katlyn Prescott…”
Konan met her gaze and nodded, and said, “I’m Konan. Let’s go see what we’re dealing with.”
Tammy nodded at Konan as he walked into the shop. “Ugh,” he grunted, as his eyes swept over the scene. Katlyn stared at the scene, her eyes wide with surprise, and she threw her hand up to her mouth and rushed out of the room.
“You’re breaking in the new girl kinda rough, aren’t you?” Lilly asked from behind Konan. He shrugged and retorted, “Is there any other way to do it?” Konan grinned as he heard Katlyn vomit.
Tammy Bowen walked over to Konan and Lilly, and nodded at the mostly pulverized corpse and said, “Her name is Tara Nikita. She was the “it girl” around here in the 1990’s. She was the prom queen, the prettiest cheerleader, and the girl every other girl hated. The boys loved her, and they all probably had her.”
Lilly cut her eyes to Tammy and frowned. “Sounds like you knew her,” Konan observed. “I take it you weren’t part of the popular crowd during high school.” Tammy scoffed and snarled, “You couldn’t pay me to have anything to do with those brainless idiots. They were rude, cruel, and loved to play with people’s feelings. So, no. I wasn’t part of their clique.”
A noise sounded behind them, and Katlyn walked up next to the trio, and asked, “What did I miss?”
“Oh,” Konan began, “we were just discussing popular girls and the people who hate them. You weren’t popular were you Prescott?”
Katlyn sighed and remarked, “Yes, I was the popular girl in high school.” Konan grinned and asked, “Anybody wanna take a bat to your skull? Tie you down and beat you for old time’s sake?”
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