“He was about five-foot-eight or nine, skinny but with big muscles.” Renee shivered as she described her hero to the detective.
“No, he was more like six foot tall,” piped in her friend Jill, “with blond hair and blue eyes.”
“His eyes were green. I got a close look,” Renee retorted. “His hair was more like brown than blond, maybe what they call dirty blond.”
Gage rolled his eyes as he tried to make notes on the person who had saved the teens from their folly. “Are you even sure it was a man?”
Both girls nodded. “Absolutely. He had a deep, sexy voice,” Jill chimed in, “and a blond mustache. I saw it over the scarf he had over his face.”
“What kind of knife did he have?” Gage waited expectantly.
“It wasn’t a knife, it was one of those sword thingies,” Renee said.
“Yeah, a freaking huge sword. It was about three foot long and two inches wide, with black leather on the handle. I could draw a picture of it, if you want.” Jill nodded enthusiastically.
“It would help.” He smiled. He severely doubted either of these two could supply anything helpful, given the way they were both behaving. If he had to guess, they were probably coming off a high or drunk or perhaps both. He looked up as a car pulled into the parking lot and four adults spilled out, running over to them. “Here come your parents. You can go with them, but I need you both to come down to the station in the morning and answer some more questions.” He flipped the notebook closed and tucked it back into his pocket. The two girls were wrapped in parental arms and sobs of relief filled the air.
Back at the murder scene, the M.E. loaded the second body onto a gurney and into their waiting van.
“What do you think really happened?”
Gage rolled his shoulders and glanced over at the officer who had asked. “I think two kids got lucky and one kid didn’t.”
“You want to put out an APB on our hero?”
The detective laughed. “Yeah, sure. Be on the lookout for a blond or brunette man between five-foot-nine and six foot tall, roughly one hundred and fifty pounds or two hundred pounds, in his early twenties or thirties with blue and green eyes, wearing all black. Approach with caution because he has a freaking huge sword thingy.”
“So basically, we are looking for the entire cast from Highlander,” the officer quipped. “I can’t wait to see the sketch accompanying it.”