The Harvester [omigosh01 & rizzyrat]

"W-where is she?" a lanky man asked the surrounding police officers as he stepped onto the scene. He was wearing a white button-up shirt and gray slacks. A pair of thick black-rimmed glasses covered his eyes and his curly brunette hair laid in every which way, clearly showing the man's disinterest (or lack of skill) in keeping with the latest trends. His name was Nolan Lauer, and he was one of the prime investigators for 'The Harvester? killings. The policeman closest to him pointed him feebly pointed in the direction of the crime scene and then quickly made for the exit, as if he were going to 'make sick' once he reached the outdoors.

At the moment they were underground, in a subway tunnel beneath New York City and despite Detective Lauer?s request, the mayor had decided that the trains would continue to run during his investigation of the crime scene, and as a result the tunnels were packed with people. He had little to no privacy during his search, and every fifteen minutes or so a light tremor would shake the ground beneath him as another subway train went by. But regardless of his situation, Lauer managed to keep his cool and made his way over to the direction the other officer had pointed out earlier.

As he continued walking he realized that his path was leading toward the women?s bathroom. It was beginning to make sense now how the killer could?ve accomplished such a feat in such a public setting. Lauer thought to himself, 'The man must have captured her while she was in one of the stalls, locked the door, and... and uhm...' The man began to pale at the thought of what went on in the stalls earlier that night.

Once he opened the doors, he was surprised to find that there was no odd stench to be smelled, but it also made sense, seeing as the victim had been dropped in such a public place, she was bound to be found rather quickly, which never allowed her body the proper amount of time to sour.

He walked into the lavatory with hesitance, as if his mind knew that he didn't want to see what lay ahead, but his curiosity egged him on. And so he motioned for the all of the lower level officers to get out before he continued toward the body. He scratched around the base of his brunette hair, trying to grasp every detail of the scene before making an assumption. The only reason that he was not queasy from the sight was because he had been on the same case for several years now, and after seeing the murderer?s first kill the rest of them became less of a shock as time went on. The only person that he ever allowed near him while he went to work was his partner, and that was only because he had too. Nolan was much more of an introverted sort of person, and he often found that his partner's presence was more of a deterrence to him than a benefit.

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