Chase - Chapter 1 (Part II)

The girl then threw Mike’s hand away from her shoulder and disappeared into her mother’s room. Had they not seen her mouth moving, they would not have believed that an 18-year-old, innocent-looking girl could spew out such words towards detectives that were trying to let justice prevail. Knowing that staying any longer would not help with the case, the men exited the house and headed back to the station. “ ‘You are the villains.’ Why did she say that?” Mike said.

“The timing is important. She said that right after you put your hands on your shoulder. What did that mean?” Carl asked. “Can we conclude that John Foster, uhm, tried to rape Sarah? That’s why she was sensitive when being touched by a man.” The two seniors who were sitting in front had no answer for him. When they reached the station, the two detectives tidied up everything and had a meeting with some officers. They discussed about previous cases, trying to come up with a pattern of John’s movement, albeit unsuccessful. In the evening, they headed to a small inn to the west of the station. 

The room was small, otherwise it was clean and cosy. They cleaned themselves before going to a small cafe next to the inn for dinner.

“If he raped her, she wouldn’t have the time to look down at her dead father when Mrs. Lincoln returned home, unless her mother lied,” explained Mike.

“But why, why did she have to lie?” the junior questioned.

“To protect her dignity. She is just 18. How do you think people will look at her if her mother told everyone she was raped? However, I deem it impossible for John to rape Sarah. No, he won’t. In other cases involving John, he never harmed the ladies, always the men, and serial murderers always keep to their patterns to distinguish themselves from the others, it is like a source of their pride,” Mike said. 

“What about the dead body? We should take a look, shouldn’t we?” Carl asked.

“There won’t be much we can get from the body. We already know the thumbs were cut. The forensic team will report to us if they discovered something,” replied Mike.

The two of them returned to the inn and retired to bed, their stomach satisfied with a light dinner of bread and jam. The clouds were low, threatening rain. Before long, the heavens opened and the army of rains attacked every nook and cranny of the island. The sea was raging. Powerful waves are forcing small boats against the shore. The whole town was conquered by cold air. Carl, who had suffered a big deal on the ferry that morning managed to sleep well. Mike, on the other hand, only managed to rest during the wee hours of the next morning, his mind was obviously troubled by what had happened during the day.

Elsewhere in the rain, a hooded man was looking at the house he had just entered in the morning. He then fixed his eyes on the girl who was just behind the windows of the kitchen. He found himself a shelter somewhere in the woods after seeing the girl entered her bedroom. He started a fire and dried his clothes. He admitted that Mike and Carl were the brightest among the local detectives. They nearly had him once, of course they did not realise. Never mind, his friend will arrive tomorrow. That genius friend of his. 


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