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I Pray the Lord my Soul to keep

Then Herod, when he saw that he had been tricked by the wise men, became furious, and he sent and killed all the male children in Bethlehem and in all that region who were two years old or under, according to the time that he had ascertained from the wise men.  Then was fulfilled what was spoken by the prophet Jeremiah: A voice was heard in Ramah, weeping and loud lamentation, Rachel weeping for her children; she refused to comforted, because they are no more, Matthew 2:16-18

Introduction

A magnificent summer night with piss soaked streets met the detective’s lungs with abhorrence. Which aroma should he loaf or love? There is a thin line between funk and ambrosia. But this is the life he has chosen to live for the last 15 years in the Philly police department. When he first received his gold detective shield, there was jealousy in the precinct. You know the same old rap, did he receive his position because of his performance or because of affirmative action, never mind that he was undercover for ten years in the most dangerous assignments as an undercover agent whose assignment was to entrap drug dealers or that he almost lost his life in a fire fight with the same dope dealers. However, Dr. Shaheed Lomax was a student of the scientific detective methodology, hence he was fascinated with the logical approach to police work after reading Sherlock Holmes novels. He was enthralled by the super intelligence of the 18th century detective and that’s in a nutshell what attracted him into becoming a police officer while in medical school. Having an MD degree made it easier to become attached to major homicide cases. After studying Forensics and the deterioration of body tissues he began his sojourn into being an assistant to the medical examiner. The work was arduous but fulfilling because it eventually led to the arrest of bad guys. He patrolled these same mean streets some years ago as uniform patrolman, he got to know the community quite well

while patrolling his beat, as a detective it wasn’t necessary but it gave him some peace and tranquility to let his former community beat know that he was still around.

Hello, Officer Lomax, the old woman stated with guarded pleasure, how ya doing Mrs. Rose.

"My baby, my baby! You fucking pervert; you killed my baby," the woman said hysterically and at the top of her lungs. Dr. Lomax ran at top speed with gun drawn and all of his might at the direction of the commotion. What seems to be the problem Miss, he repeated slowly and diligently and out of breath to the woman. I came home from work and found my daughter laying face down dead with her panties tied around her neck and this bastard standing right outside my door. The detective’s third eye opened to examine the body without even touching it, this came from many years of experience in the morgue where he examined bodies and performed autopsies, his first physical reaction was his nose the body was decaying at a steady rate which meant she had to dead at least 12 hours, no doubt the gentleman standing just outside the door was just someone walking by.

How long you have been standing out there, Lomax asked sternly. I just been standing here waitin for the bus, I just got off a work, ask anybody in the neighborhood, they know me, I worked for da chinks up the street.

The woman’s daughter, Shirley was coming of age and was developing fast into a young woman, her mother tried to watch her closely because of this basic fact of

nature and her early physical development but the denizens of hell can break down all the forms of morale sanctuary exhibited by the innocent. Son this ain’t nothing new, there been kids missing and dying around here for years, they don’t give a damn about no Black kids, honey. Mrs. Rose swiftly made her statement and looked into Shaheed’s eyes with a stare of a thousand daggers, waiting for his response in agreement, or would he take the side of the white establishment downtown that don’t care one way or 9another about the denizens of the ghetto inferno.

Hey Doc someone left a package on your desk this morning. The package in question had a dozen pictures of murdered children all were black and most were strangled like the young girl he found last night. They all had a common thread ,they were all sexually abused, strangled and left face down but all of the past victims were male , one more curious fact that was

dissimilar, at the crime scene there was a note which said,

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep;

Should I die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take.

"Hey ah, Sue did you see who dropped this large envelope on my desk, he said inquisitively. No, baby I seen it this morning, it just seem to appear there , you know how busy it is here with all the perps and weirdo’s that we arrest on a daily bases , I don’t think no one gives special attention to anything around here.

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