Free The Perfect Woman by Jesse Abundis Page A

the other detectives couldn‘t, it was the reason they put him in charge, even if they refused to accept it.
                  “ Out of the way mother fuckers!” Harkness shouted at the onlookers blocking their path. They moved aside the moment they saw him coming down the line, with his black tie, shirt and pants. Adding to the fear was his cold look and bulky body, another of his old school traits, train tough, look tough, be tough and earn the respect of this city. Though Klecko wasn’t sure if the balding hair was helping him sell the appearance.
                  “ How bad is it?” Klecko wondered as he saw the reaction of the crowd trying to cover their eyes and the officers surrounding the street corner all seemed eager to be anywhere else but here.
                  “ Out of the way!” Harkness yelled once more, “ NYPD we need all of you to back up right now!” He barked like a rabid dog at them.
                  “ Jesus,” Klecko muttered under his breath as the crime scene came into his view. He ducked under the yellow tape and made his way towards the young lifeless naked body of the victim, from what he could tell, she was a female, her body was twisted and shoved into a garbage can beside an old worn out couch and bags of trash. Her eye’s were missing, swastikas were engraved into her forehead, cheeks and chin. Long needles that resemble acupuncture needles, just slightly thicker were lodge into her, as though whoever did this was playing darts with her body. “ Tell me what you got. ” He said covering his mouth from the smell.
                  “ What did I tell you,” Harkness patted him on the back. “ some sickos wet dream.” Harkness chuckled as he pulled out his notebook to fill Klecko in. “ A couple of hood rats found the body around seven tonight, fuckers thought it was a plastic doll or just a prank, they got a closer look and freaked out, one of them had a mild panic attack was taking to general. No one saw who dropped the body.”
                  “ Have we I.D her?” He asked.
                  “ No, we haven’t.” Harkness cleaned the sweat off his forehead. “ Fucking heat, I swear, it brings out the crazies.”
                  “ That and full moons.” Klecko added. “ Anything else we know about her, is she Jewish, Mexican?” He gestured at the swastikas
                  “ Not that we know of, but that should change in the next few hours.” Harkness scratched the top of his balding scalp. “ I should give Rita Vazquez a call, see if this isn’t one of her girls.” There he went, dropping names to Klecko, showing him when it came to his backyard he had connections, something a Boston man wouldn’t have.
                  Klecko ignored it and asked his question. “ Whose that?”
                  Harkness snickered, as though it should be common knowledge. “ Vazquez runs with Vice, uses some of the street girls to get her intel on Hector Pardo, the..”
                  Klecko knew who that was the moment he said Hector. “ The drug king pin, yeah, he’s on everyone's  list.” They both walked over towards the dead body where a female forensics was busy collecting evidence. As they approached, they could hear the young forensics sobbing, she was having enough of a hard time trying to collect evidence and trying to ignore the sight in front of her. Klecko leaned in and saw a gooey substance dripping from the eye socket of the victim. “ What is this?” He asked the forensics.
                  She shivered and almost broke into tears trying to tell him. “ That’s semen. “ As the words left her mouth, she could feel her lunch crawl it’s way up her throat. She pushed her colleagues aside, before vomiting in the middle of the street.
                  “ Sorry, boss, she’s new. You know how