For Marius and feeding the birds…
“Well,” he said, seeming to mull over each word with some sense of caution, “That’s certainly a dead bird.”
Sanders paused, then pulled out a cigarette and walked towards to gathered patrol cars.
The bird, was of course, sticking out of the chest of the dead woman in front of them.
The body was naked with the exception of a pair of pink satin gloves. Her make-up was perfect and still intact. The face was the only part of her devoid of even the slightest bit of blood spatter.
Her fingers were interlaced as her hands laid on her stomach; her legs were placed perfectly together. This body had been staged.
“Why the bird?” Jacobson asked. He was new.
Mirna looked at the scene. They couldn’t even get close enough to the body to determine cause of death, but the large amout of blood surrounding her gave at least an indication she most likely bled out from whatever that was and being impaled by a bird of course.
“Do you think it is a symbol?” Jacobson asked, looking towards her.
She glanced over at him and then back to the crowd that was now forming behind the yellow tape. It wasn’t smart to discuss points of the case in front of, well.. anyone.
“Later,” Mirna said and walked back towards her car. They wouldn’t get a closer look until the body was in the morgue and since there were no witnesses, there was no point in remaining.
She took one last look around at the crowd. He or she was most likely out there, watching. Most killers liked to watch the discovery and clean-up of their crime scene. A small shiver went up her spine as she realized this may be only the beginning.