Murderer

CHAPTER 11 - The Scorching Start (Revised)

The ruins of the orphanage were now in front of Citra, he opened the fence that had been damaged and rusted. The courtyard, once filled with fresh grass and flowers, is now full of dried leaves and weeds. Looking at the condition of the building, there could be nothing left in it.

That morning they both visit the wreckage of Benedict's orphanage to search for clues and answers to the sadistic case.

"Nothing will be found here, Sal ..." Citra said.

However, it seemed that Faisal did not hear Citra's words, as he continued to walk towards the back of the burned-out building. There is an old warehouse that looks still sturdy standing there — maybe because the distance is quite far, so the warehouse was not hit by a fire.

"There's a barn back here, Commander!" faisal from far away. The image ran towards Faisal, the warehouse was — he remembered the place used to store old unused objects and also plantation tools.

The two of them entered the warehouse carefully, this building did not look like a abandoned building, the proof was that the cobwebs were only in the corner of the warehouse ceiling.

"It looks like someone is using this warehouse, Ndan," Faisal guessed, Citra also agreed with the alleged inspector two.

"Yes, you're right. If this building is abandoned, there should be a lot of cobwebs in this room." muttered Citra. "Given that the parlour has been empty for years."

Faisal's leg hit something, apparently an old bench that fell. Faisal's flashlight illuminated the bench, there were brown spots .. No! A brownish-colored puddle.

The image approached and lowered. He reached into his pants pocket to pick up a small bottle of luminol liquid and drip it onto the floor of this old warehouse. It turned out to be true, it was a puddle of blood that had long since dried up, Faisal immediately went around again hoping to find something, but —ia got nothing.

After making sure it was really a bloodstain, they contacted the forensics. A shelf containing plantation tools suddenly attracted the attention of Citra, he approached towards that shelf. His hand grabbed a chisel whose end was stained the same as the one on the floor, if thought — wounds on the bodies of Valentino and Johan, fit the shape of this chisel.

He handed the chisel to Bara for inspection, and they left the wreckage to head to the civil registry. The data of the caretaker is very important at the moment, those people are the key to all these crazy cases.

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The search for the orphanage took days and it wasn't easy for the police to find them. But the efforts of the police are not in vain, they are currently pocketing one name and address.

That afternoon, Citra asked Faisal not to come with her, he would visit the former caretaker himself. The answer to the truth about Raka's death was needed, and someone from the orphanage certainly knew about the tragedy.

The black rush stopped in front of the fence of the classic Victorian house, the house looked deserted. The yard also looks unkempt. The rusted iron fence made a creaking sound when Citra opened the fence. There was a sense of discomfort when he entered the grounds.

"Good day!" Citra knocked on the door many times, but there was no answer, Citra searched around for who knew there was a bell, and she found it, she then rang the bell.

Before long, a very old woman was seen peering out of the door. He was wearing reading glasses that dropped on his nose.

"Good day." said Citra.

"Piang. What's up?!" ask the woman.

"I'm from polic—"

The woman closed the door rudely before Citra finished her speech. However, Citra did not despair, she continued banging on the door, but in vain. With lethargy, this policewoman returned to her car, but — she did not immediately go from there. Instead of parking a little far from the house, Citra observed from a distance.

The image still did not give up, he returned again to the old woman's house last night. He rang the doorbell, again the owner just peeked out from behind the door.

"You again!" The woman was about to close the door and Citra held her back.

"I just wanted to ask you a few things about Benedict Orphanage!" citra exclaimed, she grimaced in pain as her fingers were squeezed while trying to hold the door.

The owner of the house was silent. His eyes softened, he finally opened the door. The smell of old wood burst into the nose of Citra when she entered the house.

"Please sit!" said the old woman.

The image of sitting on an old teak sofa, this house from the outside looks like a shabby old Dutch house. But who would have thought in it is full of carvings from various regions, this teak chair, if seen the carving motif is definitely from Jepara.

"What do you want to drink?" ask the old woman again to Citra.

"No, thank you." reject Subtle image. The old lady sat back down. He looked at the face of Citra.

"You look like her .." This woman shriveled while putting on her glasses.

"You're Sister Grace, right?" ask the image without further ado. He nodded confirming, this old woman turned out to be the former chief nun at Benedict orphanage.

"I'd like to ask you a few things about the recent serial murder events." Sister Grace was still staring at Citra without blinking.

The wrinkled fingers received the photo. Puddles of tears appeared in the corner of his eyes, he rubbed the photo.

"These children ...."

"In this photo, there are five children and several adults who are cross-marked, then this fat child ...." Citra did not continue her speech because sister Grace had shed tears.

"This child is Raka, she died in an accident, fell off a bench and broke her spine" explained sister Grace.

"Raka .. is he a twin whose twin brother was adopted by an officer's family from Medan?" ask Citra out of the purpose of his arrival. Sister Grace stared fixedly at Citra's face again, if Raka grew up, her face was almost similar to the police officer before her.

"Are you ...?"

"Yes, I'm the child adopted by the officer's family. I'm Raka's twin brother,"

Sister Grace's hands were trembling. "Have you come to avenge all our sins?" ask the old woman.

"You mean?" The image is getting less and less understood.

Sister Grace took a deep breath. "The guardian nurse Sandra's orphanage, then the lawyer, then Arthasena's boy,"

"What is their relationship?"

He pointed to a photo of a girl who was cross-marked.

"She's Karenina. But after being adopted by a family of prosecutors and lawyers, his name was changed to Kinanti Candhrawati, the lawyer who died it .. and this child was Valentino who was adopted by the Arthasena family." The image of watching the children in the photo one by one.

"Then the three of them?"

"Gerry, no matter where he is now, was adopted by a garment businessman in Manggala. Jonathan, adopted by the family of the owner of the entire showroom chevrolet in Manggala, this daughter Cindy, her name is now Angelica, a model I heard she is Valen's fiance."

Hearing that explanation, Citra was stunned. This murder was revenge, but for what? Who did?

"The events of twenty years ago are ...." Sister Grace also told me because Raka could die and apologized to Citra. Hearing the story of the former nurse head of the parlour, her chest hurt.

"You deserve to die!" maki Citra's.

She left Sister Grace's house without saying goodbye. His black rush drove through the wet streets due to the swift rain.

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Hospital S

Image parked his car in a hospital basement, fearing that Angelica would be the next victim of murder. He then contacted Faisal to keep watch here.

"Sal, please bring some members to stand guard at hospital S!" image Command via phone.

An hour later, Faisal and several members arrived at the S hospital. Two people were ordered Citra to stand guard in front of Angelica's room, and some of the rest were on guard in the lobby and basement of the hospital. Although he did not understand, Faisal still carried out the command of the commander.

"What's up, Ndan? You found a clue? Why should we keep Valentino Arthasena's fiancee?"

"Ah, that? The results of my investigation into the former caretaker of the Benedict orphanage ...."The image shows everything she got from Sister Grace. He believes the murder is related to the death of his twin brother, Raka.

"Angelica was one of the orphanage children who had bullied a boy to death. The boy who suffers from mental retardation, he has a twin brother who was adopted first" Citra explained.

"Is it possible that the twin brothers did it?" ask Faisal.

"Imust be!"

"Why not the commander?"

"Because the twin brother of the child is me, Citra Deborah Hutabarat. I shouldn't have left him alone." The commander's answer was like lightning in broad daylight for Faisal.

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