Case Closed- new draft.

Case Closed.
 The heavy foot of Detective James Branson stomped again as the slow moving car eased over, witnessing the flash of his dash mounted light shooting blue and red streaks like a angry light tower. Calmly he cuts a look at the surprised car as in an instant, it was out of sight. Curious citizens did a double take as the gray ford streaked by. His partner Raymond Jenkins, beads his eye at the road and back at the speedometer as it pegs shakily touching almost a hundred before dropping down to a steady ninety miles an hour. Partners for almost three years, he knew when to keep his opinions to himself. Reaching a comforting hand down he touches the release button on his seat belt, assuring himself in case they became airborne. 
 Branson stares focused at the road, his lips forming curse words that stay to himself as another unknowing car pulls out, jerking to a fast stop as they spot the lights of the detective’s car sputtering flashes of bright beams insinuating it’s approach. In a blur they were gone from the drivers vision, disappearing over a hill. The heavy roar as the engine screamed for relief filled the car as it bounced shakily taking an exit, turning a wide right as hot tires screamed trying to grasp the cool night time pavement.
 “There...Crosstimbers road,” Raymond pointed, looking from the city map as Branson cussed, looking down and up checking his speed and direction.
 “Right! Go right!” He yelled again, pointing at the road that appeared too quickly. Several black youths walking the streets pointed humorously as the flashing car flew by, shaking their middle fingers as the sight disappeared.
 “There they are,” he pointed as the distant beams of police cruisers almost appeared as one huge pit of jumbled uncontrollable red and blue, churning madly from being too close. In a matter of seconds they screeched to a stop, yanking the doors open to dismount as an angry street cop waved his mag light hastily. With a flash of badges they walked by, studying the mass scene of Police Officers and suits, standing in different groups taking notes.
“Where’s the bodies?” Raymond asked.
 “Over there, it ain’t pretty,” a suited detective points, smoking the last of a butt and tossing it dancing across the pavement. Lightly jumping, he shoves his hands in his pockets.
 “So what happened Cliff?” James asks, staring at Raymond walking to the gathered group of officials, flashes illuminating the night from forensics camera’s.
 “Kids. Walking by, checking the ditch for coke bottles,” his teeth chattering as he shakily speaks.
 “Anyway, young boy and his sister, seen a foot sticking out. They thought it was some kind of a dummy or something so the sister went closer. They seen the bodies and ran home. That’s all we got so far.”
 “Gotcha’. Why don’t you sit in mine, there’s a cup of coffee  there you can have.”
Cliff nods, smiling with relief. “Cream and sugar?”
“Naw,” James smiles, “That shit ain’t good for you.”
“Cheap ass,” Cliff grumbles.
“So, what’s the story?” James remarks walking up.
 “Jeez, I don’t know James, man these girls...what ever got a hold of them, I don’t know,” Raymond frowns, staring at the group gathered around tightly. Frowning he sees the filthy high heel lying limply to the side as a leg shuffles.
“Like what?”
 “Dogs man, whatever. This area is full of starving homeless animals, even Bobcats I’ve heard. Anyway, she ain’t got a throat left, and the other...”
 Curiously he eases into the shoulder packed detectives and forensics, staring blandly at a stretched body. Peering in he jerks back in shock as he leans forward, wrinkling his eyebrows. Totally nude except for a tarnished pair of high heels, once white now black from mud. Her lifeless eyes look upwards as is she was staring. Her neck open, it left her head twisted at an odd angle. The other lay curled against her in dead comfort.
 “No more than fourteen man,” a detective remarks, talking to himself. James stares for a second, turning back to the carnage.
“Any identification?”
 “None. Just what you see,” the man mutters again, staring shocked.
 “Easy Jason, I know it’s tough,” James remarks, placing a hand on the Detective’s shoulder.
 “Tough?” He cuts a look of surprise. “Those girls, no older than my daughter. Look at them. A life, friends, school...and now, dumped here like a bag of trash, raped and used, thrown away like they were no use to someone anymore. I can’t phantom, it don’t make sense,” muttering in and out, he slowly draws on a cigarette.
 “I know, I know. But this is what we have to deal with in a big city, you gotta’ be hard, even in times like this. Believe me, it bothers me more then you know. I have a kid on the way, so I take stuff like this personal too,” James mutters softly, leaning close. Clapping his shoulder as Jason walks off James watches him solemnly.
 “Well we’ll have to wait until the coroners office fills a report. Marty and Jason raked the area for evidence, but I think maybe we should do a little looking around ourselves,” Raymond remarks casually watching as a sheet drapes over a body.
“I think our boy may have had something to do with it,” Raymond adds.
“Why?”
 “Forensics found needle marks all over their arms, they’re not sure, but residue tests showed a slight remain of Duragesic on one’s arm.”
“Shit.”
 “Right, same signs as before on the over dosed druggies found downtown.”
 “More tainted shit floating around,” James mutters, bending to a knee staring at the young face. She stared up blankly as if wanting to speak. The sight disappears as a sheet yanks over her face.
“Seen enough or you want to look around?” Raymond straightens watching James scope the area.
 “No...no I want to sniff around some before we go. Being so dark we probably won’t find much, maybe come back tomorrow,” James replies, watching Jason fade.