Daniel Osborne was having a marvelous time spending the weekend with his girlfriend, Veruca. Speeding on in his Seedoo, he glanced back at her to see where she was. However, when he glanced back at her, he only saw the rental JetSki bobbing upside down in the water.
"Must've spun her self off," muttered Daniel, highly amused. He turned his vehicle around to go and give her hell about falling off. As he rode closer to the JetSki, he noticed for the first time that there was no sign of Veruca. Thinking she was hiding from him and knowing how well she swam, he leaned over the side of his Seedoo to check to see if she was on the other side of the machine.
Out of nowhere, Daniel found himself falling into the Pacific Ocean off Sol Island. His Seedoo had been tipped over by the shark that neither Daniel nor Veruca had noticed following them since they rode out of the public view.
Daniel floated back to the surface of the water, bobbing for a moment while he caught his breath. His mind raced at what the hell had just happened, unfortunately for Daniel "Oz" Osborne, leading Dingoes guitar player, his mind didn't have time to register what the hell was going on.
A fierce grip yanked the little man down once by his leg, pulling the half drowning man under with a start. However, not having a firm grip on the man, the shark chose to bite down hard, eliciting a cry of pain from Oz, only it was droned out from the water. When the shark felt that it had wounded the prey good enough, it let go, regrouping to go in for the kill.
Oz resurfaced and screamed a raged cry for help, but it was no use. The couple had driven out too far from the public beach. They wanted alone time, some privacy from the growing summer crowd.
The shark made a quick circle underneath the shinning water. It swam lower and found a good angle. Like a shot bullet, the shark attacked the man at the waist, biting down hard, killing the man instantly from the crushed impact. The shark, unaware of this, shook the body for good measure before taking what it desired and swam off into the deep ocean.
"Hey Chief, we got two floaters out on Moon Bay, couple of JetSkis," called Officer Harris. Alexander Harris was the best officer on Sol Island. He was young, no older than twenty-five, but he had experience and he was good at his job. He walked into the Chief's office.
"Two floaters? In the middle of daylight? Could you find the owners?" inquired the Chief.
"No trace of 'em ma'am, we looked. Seems Daniel Osborne and Veruca Jameson rented them for the morning, but never returned 'em. That's the only way we knew they were missing. The guy mentioned something about getting away from the crowd and up past the west end of the main beach. So we started from there and located the two deserted boats," disclosed Officer Harris.
"Ok, so in short I have two missing vacationers. Do we have any reason to believe that they would just ditch the boats, or carelessly leave them untied somewhere and the boats floating off?"
"No ma'am. You see, the boats were tipped over, like they wiped out on a spin or something. So I went ahead and asked them to drag the sea bottom for bodies, in case they drowned," finished Xander.
"Geeze Harris, trying to steal my job?" asked the Chief, a humorous glint in her eye.
"Why no Chief Rosenberg, I was just trying to save some time," smiled Harris.
"Alright then, I've got to check out this problem of noise control in the apartment complex down the street, so I'll be out for a while. You stick with this case and let me know if the bodies turn up, dead or alive," ordered Chief Rosenberg.
With Officer Harris's nod, she headed out into the day. She put on her sunglasses once outside and proceeded to get in the Sol Island Police truck. As she drove, she opened the window to smell the ocean breeze. Originally from inland California, Willow Rosenberg had grown accustomed to the new smell of Sol Island. She moved here last fall, and this was her first summer.
As Mayor Finn had explained to her, the summer season was Sol Island's prime economic boost. Without the summer, Sol would have a hell of a winter. Willow would have responded enthusiastically, she really would have...if she hadn't heard the speech a fifteen times before. Ever since she arrived at Sol Island, she kept hearing about how important the damn summer was. She leaned her arm out the window and pulled into the only apartment complex on the island.
Sol Island wasn't very large. As a matter of fact, Willow didn't even know it existed until her captain from Sunnydale Police Force informed her that they needed a new chief of police out on the island.
She almost declined the job offer, but she looked at her life and realized that she had no strings in Sunnydale, no real ties to keep her there. Her parents, God knows where they were now, traveled daily and Willow hardly ever talked to them anyway.
As the redhead hopped out of the truck, she gave a terse laugh, wondering if her parents had even realized she was gone. Willow ascended the steps to the correct apartment. It wasn't too hard to find; it was the one whose music blared. Willow knocked loudly. After a few minutes of no response, she knocked loudly again, trying to use patience. When the knocking didn't work, she banged on the door forcefully, hoping to get their attention. Fortunately for Willow's hands, it did.
A young teen around seventeen opened the door and Willow flashed her badge. The teen motioned to turn off the music and smiled at the red head.
"What's up officer?" asked the teen. By the smell of his breath, Willow could tell he was a little drunk.
"Alright, I'll make this short and simple. I assume you are summer vacationers, and in doing such, I know you are here to relax, party, be with your friends. I understand, but there is a noise law here, and you are clearly breaking it. I've had numerous complaints from surrounding guests. So, turn down the music please, to a respectable level. If I get two more complaints concerning this problem, I will have to take the renter of the apartment to the station and the music will be taken away," Willow explained as best she could to the dazed man. With a couple of nods, he turned to his buddies and they in return nodded.
Willow gave them a quick smile and spun around to go back to the truck. Just before she reached her vehicle though, her cell phone rang.
"Chief Rosenberg," she answered.
"Hey Chief," came Officer Harris's reply, "We found, well we found the bodies or parts at least..." he trialed, somewhat distraught.
"Wait, what? Parts?" came Willow's confused questions.
"Look Chief, just hurry back here alright? I think we got what the NYPD would call a situation."
"Got it, I'll be right there," finished Willow. With that, she drove a little quicker back to the station, curious to see what they found.