The Dahmer Party: A Novel

by Jayovac

Chapter 1.

"I'm in pursuit!" Mitch Michaelson, a rookie detective with the LAPD, told dispatch as he drove his super clean, awesome BMW with some deep dish BBS wheels, and holy crap they made the car look so flush, fast down the Harbor Freeway in Los Angeles, California.

"No," said dispatch. "We're not giving you permission to do so."

Well, Mitch Michaelson thought, I'm going to anyway.

"But I have to," Mitch shouted over the radio. "These guys are running a human trafficking ring, and I have to find out where!"

"Okay," said the dispatcher who was named Natalie Adams. Mitch knew her for many years, but he told no one his feelings for her.

"You must be careful," she said suddenly.

"I will," replied Mitch.

He downshifted, the RPM needle jumped all crazy like, and he pulled alongside the bad guy car, which wasn't a car at all, but actually just a van.

The bad guys probably saw him, because they pulled out their guns and started shooting.

"Oh no!" shouted Mitch and ducked down, allowing him to drive and shoot at the same time.

Mitch pulled out his Heckler and Koch USP semi-automatic pistol that held exactly thirteen .40 S&W rounds, and he shot so well that he punctured all of four of their tires without harming the bad guys or any other cars driving by.

"Freeeeeeze!" Mitch shouted as he pulled the BMW to a stop, backing up traffic for over 58.34435353 miles. One of the people stuck in the traffic jam, Sam Turner, was going to be late coming home. He was not sure how he would tell his wife. Perhaps he would call her using a cellular phone.

"Okay, we are freezing!" the bad guys in the van said, and they gave up with no further resistance.

"Another job well done," said Police Chief Tom Sanders and patted Mitch on the shoulder.

"Thanks Chief," Mitch said and holstered his weapon as some other cops came and handcuffed the criminals.

"I am so proud of your work that I want to see you in my office in twelve and one half minutes," Chief Sanders told him and smiled valiantly.

"Will do, Chief," Mitch said and got back into his BMW.

Exactly twelve minutes later, Mitch strolled into Chief Sanders' office.

"You wanted to see me, Chief?" Mitch was feeling a bit nervous now.

"Yes," Sanders said and turned in his chair that was capable of rotation. Sanders accidentally knocked his cup of coffee off the table, but Mitch grabbed it just in time.

"Good one," Sanders said and let out a strong laugh. Mitch laughed as well.

"Mitch, your work is simply too beautiful. It is painful for me to watch you working these petty cases."

"Where are you going with this?" said Mitch because he knew something was up.

"Right here," Chief cut him off abruptly and threw the folder onto the table in front of them.

"Go ahead, open it."

Mitch did, and the folder yielded powerful pictures which made Mitch's stomach do cartwheels.

"I know how you are feeling," Chief said distantly. "We have reason to believe these guys are working with incredible magic."

"But what does this all mean?" Mitch hated Sanders' ambiguity.

"I want you to work this case."

"But what if I'm not read—"

"Dammit," Chief Sanders roared and slammed his fists onto the table which made the coffee fall again.

"I've watched you grow up into a man, and if there's anyone who isn't yet not to be ready, it's not you."

"Mitch," Sanders said softly. "If your father was still alive, he'd want you to."

Mitch Michaelson felt tears fall slowly from his eyes and turned away; he was thinking of his dad who had also been a detective, but died many years before in a tragic car accident.

"I know," Mitch said and felt the courage returning to his voice.

"Brilliant," Sanders said. "Your investigation will begin tomorrow."

Mitch thanked the Chief. He took the files and left the police station.

But as Mitch fumbled for the keys to his expensive car, he felt evil stirring inside of the air...