Murderer

CHAPTER 7 - Tangled Red Yarn (Revised)

Since handling the Kinanti case, the Manggala polrestabes have never been quiet from journalists, making the public relations section busy answering all media crew questions. This case seems to be a terrible scourge for the division of violent crime, the news media crew who like to arbitrarily — makes the public judge they are not good at handling the case.

Several times Citra was called facing by the Police Chief, but in reality the expected bright spot was nil. Today he and Faisal decided to go to the SUV tenant in December, the address was not so far from the police station that they decided to walk away.

The two police officers arrived at an ancient small building typical of a Chinese house that was right in the narrow alley behind their office, Citra sighed, he did not understand why the target they were aiming at was so close to the police station. Is this guy just a pawn used in the Kinanti murders? He could only talk about this weirdness.

Faisal knocked on the iron door of the house, waiting for a long time for the key to open from the inside. The oriental-faced old lady who was already a bit stooped, appeared from behind the door and her narrow eyes looked suspiciously at Citra as well as Faisal. Realizing the old woman's suspicions, Faisal immediately showed their identification.

"We're police officers, ma'am. Is this really Mr. Han's house?" ask Faisal.

"Right, that's my son, is he making trouble again?" the old woman asked worriedly.

The image of smiling to calm this old woman. "No problem, Mom. We just wanted to ask Mr. Han a few things."

"Please come in, I call Han first." He opened the door of his house and let them in.

The typical Chinese hio fragrance bursts into the olfactory cavity of the two of them. The fragrance came from a small table containing offerings and a statue of the goddess Kwan In located in the corner of this small room. Citra and Faisal sat on the already slightly torn sofa here and there, waiting for the person named Han.

"Good day." A man about forty years old appeared from the inner side of the house, in the look of his eyes implied a big question mark.

"Is there anything I can help you with? My mother said, You're looking for me" asked the man who turned out to be Han, the person they were looking for.

"Look, we found your data in a car rental on the twelfth of December" Citra explained. "Is it true you're leasing a black SUV?"

The image question made Han stunned. "Yes, I did rent the SUV car.But I was only asked to rent the car, then deliver it to the Blue moon hotel parking on Cakrawala street ..." explained Han.

"The guy asked me to rent an SUV, and then he would pay me twenty million" he continued.

The image scratched the forehead with the back of the pen. Han's description could not make sense.

"So you mean ... You rent a car at the request of an unknown person and you rent it for two weeks?" faisal asked in disbelief. Han nodded slowly.

"How can you rent a car for someone you don't know at all? So how did he contact you?" Faisal continued to scout Han with questions.

"Johan called me, he's a fellow online motorcycle taxi friend. If not wrong —"

"Is he Johan Sukmadinata, whose daughter died by suicide?" cut Faisal heard Han mention Johan's name.

The man nodded again. Image and Faisal exchanged a questionable look, the common thread leading to Johan who continued to deny not knowing about Kinanti's death. Meanwhile, Han looked at them in confusion.

"Is the car I rented in trouble?" asked Han curiously.

"No. All is well, we'll contact you if you need more details."

The two police officers said goodbye, they rushed to the office to pick up the car. Han's statement hinted that Johan might be involved.

The House of Johan Sukmadinata

The modest-sized house looks deserted, Faisal got out of the car and checked the fence of Johan's house, this afternoon he and his commander decided to go back to ask the grumpy man for information. However, he only found a locked fence and there was no sign of anyone inside.

Faisal's view leads around the neighborhood of the house, looking for residents who can be questioned. His eyes saw a mother holding a toddler out of the house across from Johan's house, Faisal immediately ran up to him.

"Good day" said Faisal, showing his identification.

The mother was surprised to see that suddenly a police officer came to her. "Good afternoon. Can I help you?"

"Sorry, Mom. I'd like to ask, Mr. Johan's house is empty?" ask Faisal.

The eyes of this woman glanced at the neighbor's house, she seemed a little hesitant to answer Faisal's question.

"A week ago, I heard Mr. Johan got terror .. For some reason yesterday he hurriedly left his house like a fright. Maybe he's worried about his safety," said the woman.

"Oh, yes ... already these few days, there is a black Civic car that often parked in front of Mr. Johan's house. The car was parked until night, but I never saw the driver get off the car" he added.

"Do you know where Mr. Johan went?" Faisal asked again, he shook his head slowly to answer the question. Faisal then returned to the car and was greeted with a questioning look from Citra. He could only slick his shoulders at the commander.

"Johan's not home, Ndan. Said his neighbor, a week ago he got terror, so — he might decide to temporarily leave his house," Faisal said.

Once again they got nothing, now they have to start again looking for Johan who went somewhere. The rustling sound of a walkie talkie on top of the dashboard suddenly sounded as they were on their way back to the office.

"A body was found floating in the waters near the Lae-lae Bridge! Again attention! A body has been found near the waters of the Lae-lae Bridge! Officers who are close to TKP are expected to go there soon!"

Faisal answered the radio call. "Ipda Faisal and Iptu Citra heading to TKP!"

He turned on the strobe lights mounted on the hood of his car, the avanza was speeding through the density of the Manggala city streets.

Arriving there, the location of the discovery of the body is already crowded with curious surrounding residents. Citra and Faisal had difficulty breaking through the crowd and when they reached the point of location, they saw the body of a woman who had turned blue and swollen. Her clothes had been slightly torn apart but were still intact, it seemed like she was not a rape victim.

"There's a wound on the back of his head." Suddenly appeared before them.

"No other injuries?" ask Citra.

"So far there has not been, either if we will find something when this body is in autopsy later," Bara replied.

"Is it possible to commit suicide or an accident?" faisal asked Bara.

"We cannot conclude yet, because the wound on his head still needs to be examined. Is it caused by a blunt object blow, or a collision because of a fall," Bara argued.

After checking the CTF and asking for information from several parties related to the discovery of the body, they returned to the office. Leave everything to Bara to find the identity of the woman's body.

"I feel like I'm being condemned by the Kinanti case, Ndan ..." complained Faisal.

The image of laughing stifled, he patted Faisal on the shoulder. Perhaps his subordinates' words were correct, since handling the Kinanti case, there was not a single smooth investigation and when they found a glimmer of light, the fog seemed to re-swallow that light.

Yesterday, they got a lead on the SUV that was trailing Kinanti, met with the tenant and were given unexpected information that led to Johan. However, again they hit a dead end because Johan went somewhere. Then, not yet finished the investigation of this case — they were faced again with a new case of discovery of the body.

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The task of Manggala police team A increased with the discovery of the body, as usual — journalists have filled the pages and lobby of the police station. They are like ants that always swarm sugar.

Police were busy with questions from journalists. Elsewhere, a man with a red Kawasaki Ninja motor was driving around installing a pamphlet — missing persons search pamphlet.

SOUGHT

25 YEAR OLD GIRL

SLIM-BODIED, LONG WAVY HAIR.

HEIGHT ABOUT 160 CM.

YELLOW SKINNED.

THERE'S A MOLE IN THE CORNER OF HIS LEFT EYE.

LAST SEEN WEARING BLUE JEANS 3/4, TOP CROP TOP SABRINA PEACH AND WEARING A PINK SWEATER.

IF ANYONE FINDS, PLEASE CONTACT NUMBER: 0851xxxxxxxx

A picture of a beautiful girl smiling thinly plastered inside the missing person's pamphlet. I don't know how many pamphlets he put up. News of his brother has not been received.

Thirty-nine-year-old Andre, a former hotel nightclub bartender for Artha, has been touring all corners of the city putting up and distributing pamphlets. The girl was the only family she had, after both of their parents died.

Andre was sitting on a city park bench, his eyes staring straight at the police station in front of the park. The bulletin board of the police station did not escape the target of the pamphlet, but there was no news.

He stood up and got back on his bike, driving to a small food stall near the park. After ordering a serving of mixed rice and hot coffee, he took a cell phone, inwardly hoping if his little sister called or at least texted. Yet again, nil.

"Good afternoon, a glimpse of the info. A body has been found floating around the waters of the Lae-lae bridge. The unidentified body was a woman, long-haired, wearing knee-length blue jeans and a peach-colored blouse. Police have not been able to identify the body. If you have lost any of your family members, please contact the Manggala Polrestabes Satreskrim division. This afternoon's info."

Andre's head suddenly felt dizzy. Hearing the features of the corpse earlier, this man was like an astonishment. He immediately paid for an order that he had not touched, the red sports bike drove to the office of Polrestabes Manggala.

"That body might be my sister!" He lost his mind and shouted at the police station.

"Please calm! This is the police station!" snapped one of the officers who was picketing.

"The woman's corpse .. ma—that corpse may be my sister's Cecilia!" The police tried to calm Andre down. After he calmed down, he asked Andre to tell him what he meant earlier.

"A week ago, my sister went missing. I've reported to the police, but they say maybe my sister just ran away from home. So I went around putting up a missing person pamphlet." Andre showed me the leaflet that was in his hand.

"I'll call one of the officers from the reskrim division, you can explain the chronology to them." The policeman ran towards the satreskrim room.

"Report! There was a man outside who claimed that the corpse that was found this afternoon, was likely the corpse of his little sister!" The police report to Citra.

Eyebrow Citra up next door. "Bring him here!"

"Ready!"

Shortly after Andre walked into their room, Faisal waved a gesture at him. The image and Faisal could see in the hands of that desperate man there were still many flyers of pamphlets.

"Please sit!"

Andre sat face to face with Faisal. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I'm sorry, I saw the afternoon news on television. The features of the body mentioned in the news are exactly the same as my sister ...."

That soft and desperate voice made Faisal pity. Indeed, when viewed from the photo in the leaflet and the description written, the characteristics of the body look like this girl.

"But, I hope it's not him ...." Andre hung his words.

Faisal's eyes looked back at the photo in the pamphlet, and he contacted Bara. "Hello, Bara. Here there are people who may be related to the corpse earlier," Faisal said. "Maybe you can get a sample of his DNA,"

"Okay, just take it to Bhayangkara hospital. I wait here," replied Bara. "That upside-down cross, it's in the palm of this girl's hand."

Faisal was pensive for a moment, again the cross turned upside down .. why am I no stranger to the sign? He woke up from the daydream and he asked Andre to immediately go to the hospital where Bara was on duty. He felt the spirit of Kinanti was cursing them for not immediately finding the murderer himself.

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