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The Voice - Part 5

  • The Voice - Part 4
    The Voice speaks and demands complete obedience. You better pray it doesn't speak to you!
Medford Alley

Medford Alley

From Part 4

We closed Part 4 with Detective Fisher questioning Kaylee Lynch's father. Let's pick it up from here.

“Shortly after the girls left for Medford Alley it began to rain. Kaylee called me on her cell phone to come take them home. The prank wasn’t worth getting wet for, and besides the excitement was short lived. The boys didn’t seem to care one way or another that they had been the butt of a cruel joke. Anyway, by the time I got to Medford Alley, I had already passed Peter about two blocks back, and Steve was nowhere in sight.”

“Okay, thank you for your input. We’ll be in touch. At this point, you are to have no contact with Kaylee or Carly until they have given their statements. Kaylee will be spending the night in jail. Like I said, it’s just an overnight thing, but I hope it gives Kaylee a different perspective. I hope her story will match yours when it’s all said and done.”

The following morning Detective Fisher stopped by the jail to talk to Kaylee. She was much more receptive, and talkative. To Fisher’s delight, Kaylee’s story matched her father’s explanation. It was also confirmed when Carly Smith gave the same account. Not that anyone was eliminated as a suspect yet, but it was better than having to sort through different tales looking for similarities and discrepancies.

The next question was, “Where do we go from here?” Nothing seemed to stand out in any of the testimony that was given. The physical evidence held no clues. There was no suspect, no motive, and consequently no opportunity to commit the crime. There simply wasn’t a case. It had grown cold.

Of course, Richards was just getting started on his case. He was sure Peter was the drug dealer of Lafayette High and was going to see that he was put away at all cost. The court date was set for December 9.


Margie could hardly believe this was happening. She knew her son was innocent as did Officer Barton and Doctor Welch. Richards really didn’t have a case at all. The lies and twisting of evidence made it possible to bring the case before a jury.

One day led into another and into another. The trial went on for nearly two weeks. Richards himself admitted there was little evidence. The trial should have been over in a day, but the corrupt court system took advantage of the media hype and fueled their agenda with false evidence and false statements. Peter spent the next two years in juvenile lockup.

. . . Eleven Years Later . . .

The sun was shining clear and warm on Lafayette as the early morning commute was just getting started. Lance Fisher arrived at his office early to avoid the rush. He would have time to read the newspaper and enjoy a cup of coffee before the office buzz would begin. He threw the paper on the desk and walked around behind to pull out his chair. The chair went back. His feet went up, and rested comfortably on the near, right corner of the desk. The phone rang. Although officially not on duty, he felt obliged to answer it.

“Homicide - Fisher.”

“Uh yes, Lance. This is homicide detective Rodney Cameron with the Whispering Pines Police Department in Fulton County. I’m investigating a murder. I think it would be good if we could compare notes on an attempted murder you investigated a few years back.”


It's Happening Again

“No can do, my friend. My work load goes down the hall and around the corner. It just isn’t going to happen. Besides how can I help you with a murder in Whispering Pines? I haven’t been over that way for at least two years. Sorry.”

Fisher began to hang up. Lance always liked to help out his fellow police officers when he could, but he was working overtime just to meet his own department responsibilities.

“Wait. Wait. Please wait. It’s the Peter McClanahan case.”

That was a name that hadn’t been on Fisher’s tongue for years. Compare notes? Maybe, just maybe this could be the break in the case that had sat dormant for the past twelve years.

“Go ahead, Rod. You have my attention.”

“We have a murder over here that except for a few details mirrors the McClanahan case. It occurred on May 12 – same date as the McClanahan attack. A young man was beaten and left for dead in a wooded section of town. It was raining that night – same as in your case. One difference is that the victim was a slightly older man – 27 years old. You want to guess what was found in his right jeans pocket?”

“I suppose you’re going to tell me cocaine sealed in a clear, plastic bag.”

“What do you make of this, Lance? There are too many similarities to be coincidence. Do think it’s a copy-cat, or do you think we have a serial killer on the loose after 12 years?”

“I don’t know what to say. We closed the McClanahan case after about eight months of investigation. We didn’t have anything to go on. No clues. No real evidence. What has your department come up with so far?”

“Nothing. That’s why I’m calling you. I was hoping you might be able to get us going in the right direction.”

“Nope, not this time Buddy, but I’ll keep it in mind. If I hear of or become aware of anything new, I’ll let you know. I expect you to do the same for me, okay?”

Fisher leaned further back in his chair. He thought about the case that had been on ice for over a decade. He played the Whispering Pines scenario through in his mind. It was indeed eerie. Maybe it was time to take another look. Either way, someone was out there killing people. Fisher felt compelled to get involved with the Whispering Pines murder investigation.


Memory Lane

Like a trip down Memory Lane, Lance Fisher found himself behind the wheel of his vehicle heading for 2124 Dawson Street. The house had weathered many a storm, but other than time weighing on it, it still looked the same as Fisher remembered it from years gone by. He was hoping Margie had time to answer a few questions as he rang the doorbell.

“Hello Margie, It’s been awhile. Do you have time to spare? It will only take a minute or two.”

By now Margie’s curiosity was getting the best of her. “Come in, Detective. Have a seat. Can I get you anything?

“So what brings you over to Dawson Street this morning?”

“Margie, there’s been a murder over in Whispering Pines. The details are incredible. It mirrors Peter’s attack to a tee. Has Peter ever mentioned anything else to you about that night? If we can catch this guy, we might also have Peter’s man as well.”

No, no he doesn’t talk much about that night. We figured when the case went cold we’d never find the answers.”

“I was wondering, do you think it would do any good to put Peter under hypnosis again? Maybe time has healed enough to let his memory return. Oh, and I’d appreciate it if you called me Lance. This isn’t official business. I’m here on my own time.”

“Okay. Um, Lance. I’d really prefer not to stir up the past.”

“Maybe we were on the right track before. Maybe the timing was just wrong. Would you at least consider asking Peter if he’d again be willing to undergo hypnosis. If we don’t find the answers, someone else is going to die. Please Margie.”

“I do believe it might be a good thing. I’m just a little uneasy with it. Let me see what happens. I’ll be in touch.”

Detective Fisher headed back to the office – “now, to start the real work.”

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