Murder in the City of Marylane
06. Terror
The Mort Parker death incident left us with deep wounds. It's been two days since the murder of our captain, Mort Parker, that we've been working as usual. Yes, time will go on even if you lose someone.
The news of Mort's death spread very quickly at the time. Understandably, as a police officer known for his high dedication to the country, many mourned his death.
And now, someone in front of us, has just introduced himself as our new captain.
His name is Sean Hadley. He was reassigned from the next town, Raven. He looks the same age as Parker. His face was cold, not much to say. His eyes were hazel and his body was quite stocky with glasses perched on his nose. He seems pretty respected there.
We're gonna investigate Mort's case, our captain. Little by little. Sean Hadley, our new captain, agreed to help us that day.
First, we went to his house. At once returned Mort's belongings to his wife.
This time Harry and I went to our boss' house.
“We are sorry for your husband.” I said.
We saw his wife, Teresa Ivy, crying. He wiped his tears with a tissue. We were surprised to learn that Teresa was pregnant for the first time, after 5 years of waiting. The child may be born without a father. She hasn't even told her husband yet, and intends to make it a surprise. But destiny says something else.
“Sorry. But is there anything suspicious? Like, a weird attitude from your late husband, or someone who looks to hate him?” ask Harry.
“I don't know,” he said. He rubbed his tears, trying to prevent his tears from coming out again. His eyes are red now. Her puffy skin indicates that she is shedding a lot of tears. “You must know that my husband is a good person, even people are quite fond of him. I didn't know anyone would hate him this bad.” He continued.
“No strange behavior from him before?” my many.
He seemed to think for a moment.
“I don't know this includes or not,” said, “But, he once got a call every night, exactly twelve o'clock.”
“What kind of phone, exactly?”
She shook her head. “Entahlah. Just some kind of prank phone? No one spoke across the phone, until he turned it off himself.”
“Did the deceased ever tell you his anxiety or something?”
“No. He's a very open person to me.” Teresa says. “She should have told me that had something plagued her mind.”
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I was sitting in my chair. I saw the office ceiling.
Actually, why would anyone want to kill him?
Suddenly a noisy voice entered my sense of hearing. I was a little surprised when I heard a noise beside me. Sean dropped a lot of loose disks on my desk.
Why should it be on my desk?
“What is this?” my many.
“CCTV street.” Dean answered.
“This much???” Harry closed his eyes.
“We will probably know where the biker went with this. We have to check everything,” Sean said.
In order to find our chief's killer, we have to do it. By the way, we've been investigating the police number that the biker and the killer used. Damn, we can't track him. The number is not even listed. I don't know. Fake, I guess.
“How about his friends?” ask Harry.
Dean shakes. “Even his friends said he had no enemies at all.”
“Then, why?”
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I'm still sitting on my desk chair. Watching the street CCTV footage that was on my laptop screen.
I tried to observe him closely, occasionally wiping my eyes because of the blue light from the laptop screen. I've been watching him for hours. Unresolved.
The police and detectives from the other team have even gone home. Our team is still here. Harry and Dean had even fallen asleep in his chair with a blanket wrapped around them. It's just me and our new captain, Sean, who are still doing this job.
I yawned and covered my mouth with my hands. I turned on my sleeping phone. Oh, it's exactly midnight.
“Sleep only. I did it.” Sean said suddenly. L saw.
“I just feel bad.” I answered.
He showed his flat expression without taking his eyes off the laptop screen.
“How do you think Mort Parker is currently working here?” tanyakanya.
“He's a good man.”
“Then why would anyone want to kill him?”
“I don't know.” Yeah, that's what I really want to know.
“You want to say something?” I asked when I saw his face as if he had something to talk about. “Or do you have another opinion on this?”
“Entah,” said. “He may look good. But, we don't know how he treats others that we don't know about. You know, humans are sometimes full of mysteries.”
Then he looked at me. “That's what I was thinking. The killer is impossible to kill because of his lust or even without purpose. He's been targeting her since the beginning.”
Is correct. If he killed her out of lust, or he killed her wildly, there's no way he'd stop in front of our car and shoot Mort, even right on his forehead.
But, why? What reason?
That thought means nothing. I can't find the answer yet. And I'm back to doing my job.
Before long, I found something. My eyes are rounded.
The driver went into a minimarket. I raised the video on the screen, scanned the license plate of the motor police.
It's the same police number!
After he got out of the minimarket, he went back on his bike.
“He went to a rare area of surveillance cameras,” Sean said. “We have to go to minimarket it.”
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The four of us went there. Sean opened the door to the minimarket.
“Excuse me. We're from the police.” Sean showed me his police card. “Can we check the CCTV of this place?”
Sean and Harry went to the surveillance room, Dean and I talked to the cashier.
“Are you on guard here on the twelveth yesterday?” my many.
“Date twelve?” He thought. Then he nodded. “Ya, it's me.” He looked at us confused.
“Did you remember someone who was wearing a helmet and all-black clothes back then?” This time Dean asked.
He seems to think hard. Then he snapped his finger. “Ah, that man!”
“I remember him because he didn't take his change. In fact, the change is very much,” he continued.
“Do you realize the typical thing about him?”
“I don't know.” He scratched his nape. “I don't have much time to pay attention to it.” He smiled awkwardly.
“What did he buy?”
“Only a can of drinks.”
How could he casually buy a can of drink after killing people?
A little while later we got back in the car, Sean showed me and Dean a video recording.
“You saw something?” ask Sean.
I saw the video, as the rider stuck out his hand to pay. Something was on the back of his hand. We enlarged that screen.
“Tato?”
“Shape like a butterfly,” Harry added. I agreed. A little vague, but reassuring.
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“Tattoo butterfly, huh?” muttered. I just parked my car in the parking lot of this apartment. I let out a breath. It's dizzying. Surveillance cameras near the minimarket were his only last traces. It's not recorded on any cameras anymore.
I got out of my car and went to my apartment. I need a shower.
“Mr Scott!”
I looked up when someone called me.
“Barnard?”
By the way, Barnard is the security guard of this apartment. I've known him for a long time.
“I told you, just call me Juan,” I said to him. He just laughed a little and scratched his neck.
“Aitsports. I'll fix.” He chuckles softly.
“So, what's up?”
“This, there is a package for you. Just got to.” He handed me a box of chocolate. I accepted.
“Thank you,” I said. I checked the box, there's no sender's name. There's only my name listed as the recipient's name and address of my apartment.
“You know who sent?” tanyaku later.
He shakes and shrugs both his shoulders. “Entahlah. But, come to think of it, that guy doesn't seem to be a postman. He was wearing a helmet that covered his entire head, so I didn't see his face.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Maybe your secret fan? Hehe.”
It took me a few minutes to get to my apartment. I turned on the light and sat down on the chair after putting the box on the table, right in front of me. I looked at the box.
My feelings are not good.
I stood up and took the cutter. Then go back to open the box. I sipped my salivary.
I opened the box slowly. I relfeks my nose with the back of my hand after I know the contents. It contained a blood-blooded rat carcass, the smell was so stinging that I could still smell it even though I had closed my sense of smell. There's nothing but that. It's a terror package.
Then my phone rang. An email came in.
Hi. [inbox]
Guess Who's?
to me
Enjoying package?
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