The smell of the dead bodies made him want to throw up. It had been years since he worked a crime scene, but for some reason, he was the only one answering his phone. He looked around at the two bodies on the bed. One was male, the other female, both their faces had been hacked to pieces. There was nothing but bloody shreds of bone and flesh where their heads once were. This was a crime of passion for sure. Well, maybe not passion, but definitely rage. Whoever killed these two knew them, and wanted to annihilate them. “Hey, Lopez.” Johnson said to another detective in the other room. “What’s up Captain?” “You see Castillo or Sylar? Both their phones are off. You heard from either of them?” Johnson asked. “Nah, I haven’t heard anything. Maybe they hooked up and don’t wanna be bothered.” “Yeah, I highly doubt that.”
