The Vanisher: Stray

The Vanisher returns in this sequel to help the MCU on a strange case.
With new dangers lurking everywhere, no one is safe.
With Campbell gone, a new threat has come to Brimswood, and no one knows how to stop it.
A mystery causes people to break apart, for an end to trust, and death to arise throughout the city.
The Vanisher, almost a year later, has returned to solve the case, and the one respinsible comes as a shock to all.


3. Case

I arrive at the crime scene, Director Jones, Agent Smith, and Agent Prat already there.

Prat's new.  He's young, a few years older than me, just graduated college, and planned on being an FBI.

Well, Prat, you ALMOST made it.


I show the officers outside my badge and they let me through.

I walk into the house where I see camera flashes and men in suits.

"Ah, Detective Granger, thank you for coming." Director Jones says to me.

"Of course, Mr. Whitener." I reply, nodding my head.  "So, another homicide?"

"Appears so.  I have to say, this murderer is smooth, real smooth.  No fingerprints, footprints, sightings, nothing." Sheriff Waller says.

He has no idea who we really are.

He's just a regular cop.

"Alright, may we have Detective Granger take a look over?  Alone?  She likes to do her work privately."

"Of course.  Let me know if you find anything." Sheriff Waller responds and leaves the room.

As soon as he turns the corner, I kneel down next to the body, uncovering it.

I lightly tap my moonstone, which gives me enhanced senses.  

I smell him, and touch the wounds, looking at the blood with my strengthened vision.  I place my finger in my mouth, tasting the blood.  

"Anything?" Director Jones asks.  I stand up and turn around.

"Well, it was a stab wound with a steel-blade knife, roughly about 17 years of age, a hint of rust at the handle, thrust at a precise 67.8 degree angle into the victim's abdomen.  The attacker was about 20 years of age, Caucasian, approximately 5 ft 7 inches tall, had recently been eating a BLT.  Their location now-" I lick the insides of my mouth and sniff the air, "about to cross the street at Berkeley and Morgan."

"You heard her, go!" Director Jones yells into his comm set.

A few agents also leave and the sheriff comes back in.

"We have a lead, thank you." Director Jones says to the guy and we leave.

I transform in an alley and run to the street.

I get his scent and follow it, my eyesight adjusting because of the setting sun.

I reach Berkeley and Morgan and search through the streets.

There's no one here.

No way.

How can- what?

"I lost the trail." I say into my comm, "The attacker's no longer here."

"What?  But, how?" Director Jone's asks.

"I don't know, but there's nobody here."

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