Identity: Chapter Two
#3 of Identity
A serial killer is on the loose in the city of San Fernando, long hailed as a haven for gay people. Rookie policewolf Ned Parker has made it his mission to stop the killer, but Ned's relationship with a mysterious coyote may complicate matters.
CHAPTER TWO MIKEY
Mikey breathed calmly as he took another bite of the cherry-flavoured shave ice he'd purchased at a little corner stand several blocks outside the borders of the Sullivan Heights community. Getting in hadn't been hard. The whole community was in chaos, especially the street in front of the Fincher-Sanchez residence, and even now, after the ambulance had taken away Fincher's body and the number of media vans had dwindled, the street was still abuzz with bodies moving here and there, the hum of voices and flashes of cameras.
He'd been there early, following the van belonging to the San Fernando Daily Press. He'd watched silently as car after car arrived, watched the police coming in and out, watched them attempting to satisfy the never ending questions of the reporters. The muscular red fox who seemed to be in charge of the investigation was still there now, but the pretty young coyote, the tomboyish vixen, and the lanky black wolf had departed long ago.
Through Mikey's black Leopold binoculars, the policefox, Sergeant Denison, looked tired and overheated. He and the others seemed to be waiting for something. Mikey suspected he knew what that was. He'd stick around just long enough to see Carlos Sanchez arrive, and then it'd be time to go. It wouldn't do to be missed at work, and besides, coming to the scene of his first kill so soon after the event was slightly risky. Okay, more like extremely risky. But he had to see. The thrill of getting to see the investigation in progress, his handiwork put to the test.
He wondered how long it would be before anyone made the connection. They'd have discovered the eleven commandments by now, and were certainly making an attempt to determine their meaning. Of course, that wasn't really a concern. Mikey's past experiences with cops were that it sometimes took them a while to see something that was right under their snouts, so he had time...time to plan step two of The Plan.
His butt was going to sleep and he shifted in his seat, glancing out again. A beige Volvo convertible had pulled up next to one of the police cars. Sergeant Denison was talking to the Volvo's lone occupant. A fennec fox. Carlos Sanchez.
Mikey watched them for a short while more, but the sun was getting hotter by the minute and his shave ice was all either eaten or melted. He could stick around for more, but there wasn't really anything else to see, and he'd told Joey he would pick up groceries. Panting, tongue lolling out of his muzzle, he turned the key in the ignition, pulled out, drove causally past the line of cars. Carlos Sanchez had his back turned, and the policefox barely gave the passing car a glance. Fools.
He left Sullivan Heights feeling more elated than he had in years. It was working.
Time to plan step two.