Quick Update – 16,000 words done in relation to “The Irish Ripper”. I will get there eventually. Hopefully I will speed up over the summer when I have some holidays.
So here it is, my first short story. Note that it will be written in parts as I’m just too busy with the novel and everything to write it in one go. I haven’t thought of a title yet. Note that ordinary posts may appear in between the different parts, depending on what’s on my mind. Please comment with your thoughts and suggestions.
Niall knew there would be days like this when he was in the Garda Academy but no matter how much you believe you have steeled yourself, there is nothing quite like the reality.
A bloodied corpse of what was a quite beautiful forty year old woman lay in front of him. Just him and the body as he waited on Detective Sean O’Callaghan to come.
Detective O’Callaghan was a living legend after his run in with “The Ripper” and he was now the go to person when a non gangland murder occurred in the Greater Dublin Region. The fact he was a wheelchair user didn’t matter. Fellow gardai would lift him up and over whatever stood in his way. That wasn’t a problem this time. This murder had occurred in a large bungalow in an affluent part of the city.
But Garda Niall Griffith had been warned . O’Callaghan wasn’t exactly pleasant, whatever that was supposed to mean.
There was a loud knock on the door and Niall knew it must be him. Once he opened the door, a scruffy disheveled man in civilian clothes wheeled himself in without saying a word heading straight to the body in the kitchen. Niall quickly followed.
“This is a waste of time,” he finally said as he looked at the scene.
“What do you mean?” Niall said almost apologetically.
O’Callaghan then explained that his expertise was with serial killers, not this. This murder was disorganized, probably a crime of passion. Almost certainly the husband or someone like that.
“How do you know,” Niall replied, ferociously taking notes for his superior all the time.
Sean continued indignantly that that if you look at what is left of her face, she’s been hit repeatedly with the iron. This was unplanned rage or else someone with a very low IQ.
After asking to be Niall to keep him updated, he wheeled himself out into the cold night as if he was just after having a cup of tea.
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