Murder in the City of Marylane

05. Incident

This morning was pretty bright. I just got dressed. Only black trousers with white T-shirts and clad in black coats.

I turned my head when I heard someone press my apartment bell. I walked out of the room and walked towards the door.

“Aunt Amy!” I exclaimed. A little surprised to see Aunt Amy coming this early. He came in his simple clothes with a plastic bag on his right hand. He lifted the plastic bag he was carrying, showed it to me.

“I intend to take you to breakfast. You haven't had breakfast, ‘kan?” tanyakanya. He went into my apartment.

“Continues. I haven't had breakfast.”

“Then I will cook you food.” He walked into the kitchen. I'm tailing.

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

“There. Just sit there in the chair.” He pointed at the dining table with his chin.

“Aibi, seriously,” I said.

“I'm serious. You don't have to help anything.”

“Good. Just tell me if you need help,” I said again. He nodded.

I walked over to the dinner table, pulled out my chair and landed my ass on it. I propped up my chin with my palm, looking at Aunt Amy who was cooking with her apron string tied behind her.

“Ah, yes. What time are you leaving?” He turned around, looking at me.

“Uh— I'll be in a minute.” I saw a watch that was coiled around my right wrist.

“Good.” He turned around and went back to his job. “I didn't know you liked electric stoves better than gas stoves.” Aunt commented.

I just smiled forcefully.

He didn't know I hated seeing fire after that. Well, although it's not too different if I use a gas stove or an electric stove. I keep remembering that incident.

Aunt Amy's age has reached half a century. However, I see his body is still healthy fit even though his hair has now started to whiten, his skin is slowly wrinkled. Glasses that used to be only used occasionally, now always perched on his nose.

Before long, Aunt Amy came up with two omelette plates. My favorite.

“Thank you,” my word. He just nodded and smiled.

I started feeding Aunt Amy a spoonful of omelets into my mouth. Whoa, fantastic.

“How?” tanyakanya. The look on his face was curious about my response to his cooking.

I'm nodding. “Enak. You always make it well, Auntie,” I said and pulled both ends of my lips.

“Thank God,” said. He began to put his cooking in his mouth.

“So? What about your job?” he asked after a moment of silence between us.

I lifted both my shoulders. “Custom only. Actually, nothing special. But not bad, even though almost every day I see a corpse. I know there are still many breng**k humans on this earth,” I said. Then I sucked the last mouthful of omelets into my mouth.

He laughed softly. “Yes, you have to be careful with that.”

I suddenly wanted to ask him about my father who suddenly wanted me to be a member of the police force.

I'm throats. “Do you know why Dad told me to be a member of the police? Usually he never protests with my dreams.”

He shook.

“No. Maybe your dad changed his mind.”

We were in the office and sitting at our desks. I scribbled my notebook lazily. So far there has been no case—

“Mayat found in Evergreen Apartment, Ervine Street number twenty-three, building B. I repeat, the bodies were found in the Evergreen Apartment, Ervine Street number twenty-three, building B.  ”

—new.

Someone said it through the walkie-talkie that connected us. That black walkie-talkie is located on our chairman's desk.

“We went there,” Mort said after bringing the walkie-talkie closer to his mouth.

We got out of our seats, got out of the office and boarded a black van for our team. Dean drives the car, and Mort's next to him. Harry and I sat in the back.

“Have got the victim data?” Mort looked back— at me and Harry, asking on the way to the crime scene.

I'm handing out a tablet with information about the victim. I've received some information from the forensics team that's already there.

“Dion Walter's. A second semester student. Found hanging in place, with a cable wrapped around his neck,”.

“His parents?”

“I've got his contact. I tried to contact him.” Harry replied.

The red light flashed, and Dean stopped the van. There's no conversation here. We were silent, immersed in each other's thoughts. I looked out the window. This road is so quiet. There's just our van and a bike and the rider next to our van.

Before long, a new green light flashed. Dean stepped on the gas slowly and directly stepped on the brake pedal as someone with a motor and a full-face helmet covering his face appeared before us. We were shocked and pushed forward when Dean stepped on the brake pedal suddenly.

“What is it?” Harry asked.

We were confused for a while, until he finally pointed something at us—to be exact on Mort. And ....

DOR'S!

That loud voice made us bow. A few seconds later, we sat down and tried to understand what was happening. The biker was still there, lowering the gun he held in his right hand.

How shocked we were to see our captain was already in lifeless condition. Someone in front of us broke the windshield and shot Mort in the head, right on his forehead. His blood was everywhere. The blood splattered on us and the inside of the car.

"Captain!" myrag. He's late to dodge. My heart raced fast. My head was dizzy, digesting what had actually happened. Who would have thought this would happen?

Who her? And why did he shoot the captain?

“Si*l!” Dean growled. He was about to press the gas pedal and wanted to hit the biker, while Harry was about to get out of the car and chase after him. Too late, he's faster.

DOR'S!

He raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger again. We lowered our heads reflexively, afraid that he might shoot at one of us again. However, we realized when he wasn't shooting at us. He shot our van.

Obviously, so we can't catch up to him.

He immediately turned his bike, drove away from us. We can't do anything. Harry called an ambulance. No other vehicles, just our cars here.

My head's dizzy.

I'm nauseous.

The shadow of my sister suddenly flashed through my mind.

Again, the person closest to me died in front of me horribly.