[ WP ] Write a whodunit !

I finally arrived at my son's hockey game during the first intermission. I bought an overpriced ticket, and two cups of even more overpriced hot water, or coffee as the sign claimed from the concession stand. I found my wife sitting alone with a camera in her hands and wearing her `` Pleasant Mountain Cougars Hockey'' t-shirt that she wore to every game. 
 
 `` You're late, again.'' she said with just the right amount of resentment in her voice. 
 
 `` I know, Amanda. I'm sorry.'' I said handing her a cup of coffee. `` A homicide got called in on my way out the door. I told Mike I had plans to come watch Jeff's game, but I had to drop him off at the scene on my way here.'' 
 
 `` Fair enough.'' she said. 
 
 `` Did I miss anything good?'' 
 
 `` Depends on what team you're cheering for.'' 
 
 I looked up at the score board. 4-0 for the visitors after the first period. `` Yikes. That bad, huh?'' 
 
 `` Oh yeah. It's a blood bath.'' 
 
 The intermission ended and the game started again. I do n't know what their coach said to them during half time but it must of been one hell of a speech, because the home team came out with a fire lit under their asses. They scored within the first minute of the period and had another good chance that the goalie just saved a few minutes later. It was shaping up to become a game when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. 
 
 `` Who is it?'' Amanda asked. She hated when I checked my phone while we were watching Jeff play. 
 
 `` It's Mike.'' I said as I ignored the call. Murder scenes were a dime a dozen here in Chicago, he'd figure it out. I felt sort of bad but he was a homicide detective after all. I slid my phone back in my pocket and the moment I took my hand away it started to vibrate again, Only this time it was the chief. `` I have to take this, it's chief.'' I said to Amanda as I got out of my seat and walked to the concourse. 
 
 `` Hello?'' 
 
 `` Dave, where the fuck are you? There's a homicide.'' He sounded annoyed. 
 
 `` I'm at my son's hockey game.'' The horn blew, the home team scored again. I waited until it was done to keep talking. `` I told you I was n't staying tonight. I know there was a homicide. I dropped Mike off, he can handle it.'' 
 
 `` He would be able to handle it, if that was the scene I was talking about. The scene where you dropped Mike off was just a shootout between a couple gangbangers, nothing the local PD ca n't handle. Mike is on his way here, and I need you here too. Christ, Dave, this is a real shit show. 234 Chestnut street, between 8th and 9th ave. Get here.'' And with that he hung up. I sighed, and knew I had to go. Duty calls. 
 
 `` Hey babe.'' I said to Amanda after I found my way back to my seat. 
 
 `` You are not leaving, David. You ca n't! Your son just scored a goal and you missed it!'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry, I have to. There's another homicide, and chief said he needs me there. He sounded real shaken up. Mike is on his way over there too.'' 
 
 She was n't happy, but she understood. `` Alright, I'll let Jeff know you were here. I'll lie and say you saw the goal. Be careful, I love you.'' 
 
 `` I love you too. Do n't wait up.'' 
 
 I arrived at the house and saw that the police tape was already set up. As I looked around I noticed something was off about this scene. Instead of townie cops working the perimeter it was the S.W.A.T. team, dressed in full body armor with shotguns and automatic rifles. Mike and the chief were on the front porch wearing kevlar vests. I got out of my car and showed my badge before anyone could give me a hard time about approaching the scene. Normally I'd love to get into a pissing match with these guys before I flashed the tin, but there was a no-nonsense mood in the air. 
 
 `` About fucking time, Dave.'' chief said. 
 
 `` You're never gon na believe this shit. `` Mike said. 
 
 `` I better-fucking-not. There better 10 fucking bodies in there and a riddle written in blood on the walls. I missed my son's first goal because of this shit.'' 
 
 `` You're not far off.'' Mike said, stone serious. 
 
 `` There're three bodies.'' Chief said. `` One in the basement, one in the living room, and one upstairs in the master bedroom. They all appear to have been tortured.'' 
 
 `` Jesus.'' was all I could manage. 
 
 `` It does n't stop there.'' Mike said. I looked back at chief. 
 
 `` We sent the lab geeks in, and the one who went to the body upstairs became victim number four.'' 
 
 `` Is the fucker inside? Did we catch him?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Not that easy.'' chief went on. `` Fucker set a booby trap. Hooked a shotgun up to a trip wire. When the lab tech went upstairs to collect samples from the body he walked right through it, and now he's missing his head. We had S.W.A.T. sweep and clear the building, it's all clear. No one has been inside since, hopefully they did n't contaminate too much evidence.'' 
 
 -I'll keep going if there's interest from you guys. Constructive criticism is welcome. Thanks! -
