...and along came a...

      Jock regarded the brown paper evidence pouch almost as a eager child would a gaily wrapped gift.  Wearing the obligatory latex gloves, he began an inventory of the contents:  “Blouse, slacks, under-garments, all with blood stains which have been shown to be the female victims'.   Pair of loafers.  The blouse is ripped with several cuts in the fabric corresponding with wounds to the deceased.  Female deceased, black and brown, early twenties, approximately 120 pounds, early twenties.  Post-mortem revealed a partial hysterectomy one to two years previous to time of death.  She had been sexually assaulted prior to her demise and possibly after, as well.  The carotid arteries had been slashed, resulting almost certainly in her death.   Defensive wounds to her hands and arms lead to speculation that she fought her attacker heroically as well as did the male victim, who may have walked in on the commission of this attack.   The toddler, discovered by the meter-reader likely two days later, was covered in her parents' blood, cold and scared and hungry and with a very dirty diaper, otherwise unharmed.”

  “The attacker must have surprised the mother while she was feeding the baby, a partial bowl of cooked cereal was on the counter.  I can't imagine the fright and panic she must have felt.  She was fighting for herself and for the baby........Oh, my................that poor...poor........      But the toddler was o.k.?”

     “Blood smears, determined to be the victims' were on the high-chair.  Investigating Officer Seargeant O'Flaherty speculated that the killer took the baby out of the chair and put her down on the floor with her parents. Not a little bit twisted.”

    “And, no one came forward to claim the bodies?   Or the baby?”

  “In forty years.........not a single soul......”