Edward Linder: A Fictional Narrative

It was the midst of day, June 30, 20--; an ill-pleasuring mess had been proposed to the police of Detroit. The corpse of an old, clumsy, joke of a gentlemen, found covered in newspaper dumped into a dumpster. The corpse was dismantled, mangled, and at the same time of many other killings. The detective, Ms. Liu, immediately concluded the cause of death and the murder weapon.

FACTS: In a hearing concerning a motion to suppress admission of evidence, Cleveland Detective Martin McFadden described an incident where he was patrolling downtown Cleveland on the afternoon of October 31, 1963. During patrol, McFadden noted two men at the corner of Huron and Euclid, who for some indefinable reason, attracted his attention. Although McFadden was unable to express precisely what it was that drew his attention concerning the men, the habits and intuition of over 30 years of observation and detective work were sufficient to engage his interest and have him settle in to observe the men more keenly (Justia, 2015).

On July, 24th 2001. A late Wednesday evening, Patrick Maloney Senior Detective was found dead in his home located in Chicago. Mr. Maloney's wife Mary Maloney, explained to the media that she "returned home to her husband's lifeless body on the floor. "Mr. Maloney was struck on the back of the head with a heavy blunt object. The weapon and or the perpetrator have not yet been identified. We believe the murderer was one of Mr. Maloney's enemy's" Explained Police Chief O'Neal. Mrs. Maloney explained to the media that when Patrick returned home she was sewing and he was tired, so tired he hadn't wanted to go out for supper, so she walked to the grocer on Square Ave. to buy vegetables, and when she returned home she found Patrick dead on the ground.

That’s the 2nd one in 3 weeks, exclaimed Detective Clyde Allen saying this while looking down at the brainless body in the dumpster. ‘’it’s past the coindences, were looking for an individual. These murders must be connected in someway. ‘’ said Allen’s partner Karl Jefferies. Seeing there are no witnesses to these crimes we’re going to have to see if there is a connection between the threee and that might give us a lead’’ said Allen to Jefferies.

The authors underscore that it could not be said that the Hollywood department was incompetent. Rather that the case was too difficult, and Detective Hoffman turned out to be too snobbish not only to ask for help but also to accept help from Joe Matthews when he offered it not once. Hoffman was “too unstructured and ill-equipped” for such mind-bogging case (Standiford, 2001).Det. Serg. Matthews was a lie detector expert and an experiences homicide detective and, being hired by the Hollywood, Fl, Police Department, he was very interested by the case and was ready to use his knowledge to solve the case. Among other things, the difference in approaches of two detectives was that Hoffman was obsessed with finding physical evidences linking Toole to the Adam’s murder; while Matthews believed that circumstantial evidence could make do in some cases.

Standing at his desk once again, and out of breath, the detective cursed himself for the few extra pounds he gained over the past couple of years. Slowly, and hesitantly placing the tiny box on his desk, he recalls its contents. Feeling the pressure of the task before him, he sits down, leans his head back, and closes his eyes. After several moments, without opening his eyes, he retrieves the small knife his father had given him

Yesterday evening a criminal names Mae Tuck had escaped the jailhouse. Mae Tuck had murdered Elmer Glass, also known as the Man in the Yellow Suit, with the barrel of a shotgun. Mae Tuck was going to be sent to The Gallows but the police believe her sons Miles and Jesse Tuck along with her husband Augustus Tuck undid the the bars on the windows. The police know that Winnie was her replacement. Early that morning Constable Eugene Floyd claims saw Mae gone and Winnie as a replacement. Police are still on the lookout. Mae, Miles, Jesse, and Augustus Tuck are all wanted. Found dead or alive.

It was 3:15pm when Detective Hazel got a message from officer Tyson. “Hello detective. We have a new case for you, Samuel Edkell has been found almost dead on First street. You have 1 month to find out who did this and why so we can put them behind bars. I would bring the entire crew too.”

Edward Jenner is well-known for his discoveries of immunizations for smallpox. It is known as the foundation of immunizations and his discoveries are awarded as the first immunization to ever be performed. Edward Jenner is considered a hero because he saved many, many people from a horrifying disease that had killed millions of people prior to his findings of the vaccine. But, not only was he a hero for saving people from small pox, but he set up a whole new world of vaccine and immunization opportunities. Though he is a hero, many people question whether the way he went about the investigation was ethical. Let's go back and make that decision for ourselves.

Bell witnesses the progression of evil around his own county and the way things have taken a turn for the worse when he says: “This county has not had a unsolved homicide in forty-one years. Now we got nine of em in one week” (216).

The entire story of Killings is cast with methodical characters while delivered in an almost untidy way. The author’s style sways within paragraphs into different conversations and occurrences until it becomes more linear near the end of the story. The character’s though make decisions that are portrayed as well thought out, sometimes over a period of weeks.

Hazel eyes went wide in surprise to hear the particulars of the killing that the newspapers had failed to divulge. Jack had taken his time it seemed. He had plucked out her eyes, her tongue, and what body parts he hadn't wanted were left as a grisly reminder for any whore brave enough to traverse the streets at night in White Chapel. Genuine giddiness almost overwhelmed her at the knowledge that the Ripper did in fact, seem to enjoy toying with his victims a little; after all, she had wondered only moments ago herself if he had left the first one alive long enough to see true suffering reflected in her eyes as she died. Olivia could not imagine what it was like to watch him work, to see the intense concentration on his face as he sawed through limbs, or cut through skin to rip and tear out organs but all of her wonderings refocused on one simple question, why? It seemed rather odd that the Ripper had decided to take bits and pieces back from his victims instead of leaving them intact or at best, in pieces around the crime scene. Was he collecting trophies from each victim? Or perhaps he had stalked these strumpets first from the shadows, watching them for a few days before he acted on some basic instinct,

The fall breeze brisked the victim's decaying shoulder as leaves fell with the wind. They had surrounded his body, for they too had found their end. Within a couple hours of his death, sirens disturbed the eerie whispers of the trees. Men and women had flocked to the area, not hastily but, calmly in an ordered fashion. They were numb to tragedy. After the crime scene had been addressed to the police officers' abilities, the medical examiner stepped in. His facial expression was emotionless, for he knew how to detach himself from the corpse. He pulled a pen from his pocket and commenced his initial observations.

Twelve years after a disgusting act of savagery, a killer emerges in Strandtown to rectify the atrocities of the past. Detective Sergeant Denise Stewart, hurled into a new career after facing down the evil in her own life, must make sense of the anomalies surrounding The 11:05 Murders. Why are the victim's watches halted precisely at 11:05? Why are they brutalized in such animalistic yet hesitant fashions? Who is Lynda Bell, and what is her connection to the murders? But as Detective Stewart deliberates these inquiries the clock turns ever closer to 11:05. And the murderer is closing in.

Murders were not unusual in the “east end” of London. Some historians thinks, there were dozen murders and a few say only five.