It was another drizzly grey morning in London. To make matters worse Detective Inspector Manning was still suffering the effects of a hangover.
As he approached the police tape which cordoned off the alleyway, he was met by his sergeant, Tina Long.
“What do we have, Long?” he asked as she lifted the tape for him.
“It’s a female, and it’s the same m.o., her arms have been removed at the shoulders. Morning shift at the cafe found her in the skip.”
“Have the techies found anything?”
“Not yet, Sir. They’re just getting started,” Sergeant Long replied.
Manning looked-on as the forensic team in their protective suits investigated the alley. If this was the same perpetrator that would make six. This was the first victim to be found south of the river, however, and he was hoping he didn’t have a copycat on his hands.
All of the victims were nearly identical. They were tall – at just about six feet in height, and the first five all measured 34- 24- 34. This perp definitely had a type.
“Inspector Manning,” one of the Forensics Squad called.
Manning made his way to the masked investigator.
“It’s just like the others,” the technician reported. “Both arms and the cranial micro chips have been removed.”
“Damn,” said the DI.
He longed for the days when being on the cyber crime squad meant dealing with computer fraud. Nothing had prepared him for some sicko murdering Androids.