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The Last Case Chapter 8
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The two detectives were sent to the building of the sick, meeting a gruesome sight. A half eaten body of Doctor Johnson lain in sight, a dead nurse with a slit neck and a syringe in her hand, a green coloured woman on the bed, and the final victim of the scene was a security guard with a face transfixed by terror and a body filled with fatal venom. The nurse’s fingerprints were on the syringes, however, so they deduced the nurse had murdered the two poisoned people, and the doctor killed her, for the machete there had his DNA, but the medical man was killed by Manhattan’s very own monster, hidden from the press, because the people had kept mum about it, until that day, as a reporter stepped up to the Chief Detective himself, and asked, “So, how did this happen?” “No comment.” Monstru stomped away, his face full of rage, for someone had leaked the news to the media. But who? Oh. That’s right. Paul’s rich wife would leave no form of media uninformed about his disappearance. Apparently, she had made a few tales up, but they messed up the case, and Patrick, since he was in charge of the case, was left to answer whatever questions they imposed for him. Kelly Terrier was going to pay big time- her gossip was meddling with the case.
The neighbourhood children once again went to Ian. “Dexter, what’s up? Heard you’re keeping quiet about a case, TV news.” Jack scowled. “Well, the second of the victims, Paul Terrier…” “Paul? The guy who taught the bullies how to do math? Him?” “Yes. His wife leaked the news of his murder, and found out about even more of the case, how we have no idea this could have happened. But I’m glad he’s dead. Know why? He and my sluttish girlfriend cheated on me for the five out of seven years she dated me. I loved her. But she didn’t like me because I am way too conservative. I hate her now…” He stopped, knowing how out of point he was. Sammy sensed this, but there was a tinge of something in his voice, not just the casual tone, something familiar, and he couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Hey, Dexter… What’re you doing?” A lady in a red wrap dress sashayed towards him, batting her eyelids seductively. “Oh. Hullo Janet. What brings you here?” “The news…” “Kelly Terrier really blew our case. The reporters are stepping on our evidence.” “Oh… That’s too bad…” Her scarlet full lips curved downwards, becoming a frown. “What do you need?” His voice as cold as steel, sharp as a slap. She felt it. A feeling of scorn. But this never stopped her at all. She was more daring after laying on his shoulder. Moving her hand near his groin, she licked his face, then grabbed at his pants. The children had long gone, but this was outrageous, even Jack glared at her, however, he was doing nothing for the shock was too appalling.
Obviously stimulated, Ian groaned. “Like it?” She cooed into his ear. “GET OFF ME!” His snarl to her was more than enough to egg her on. Becoming even more daring, she kissed him on his chapped lips. Pushing her off roughly, Ian then threw her a meter away. “Not my worst. I have no intention of dating you.” Jack held him in the arms, but he looked as if he was victorious in a war. He shot a “Hah! You can’t get him!” look at the injured ravishing beauty. Ian hated desperate people with nothing to do but date many men and break their hearts later. Like his ex-girlfriend. He wasn’t ever going to have anymore. Probably not.
“Jack, I hope that doesn’t change a thing between us…” “’Course not. Why would I? We’re just like brothers, how can I hate you for anything?” “I don’t know… I wouldn’t hate you for anything either.”
Ian walked into the butcher shop, to order his usual: a leg of ham. But it was all out. “Sorry, Ian. How ’bout some of this? Got it this morning, but never knew what it is. Customers are wild about it! Some say mutton, but I got a fresh load here. There’s this guy that says it’s human. Probably an animal of illegal trade. But the authorities laughed.” “Okay. Double quantity, my friend wants one too.” “Jack? Oh. He just got the last legs.” Ian turned around. “I thought perhaps you wanted to have some, Ian.” He smiled and thanked the butcher, before leaving with his buddy.
Chewing on the raw meat, Jack and Ian talked, about anything that was not related to police work. “Ian. Any idea why Caroline might have left you?” He glared at Hunter behind the shades, stunned. “Jack…” “I’m sorry. I went too far, didn’t I?” The brown-eyed man stared down in his hands, at the meat. “Yes. You did. But I guess I was too conservative; I never agreed to sleep with her at all. She was only after my wealth, and my body. Not my love or anything else.” Jack just looked, listened and ate with Monstru, but neither spoke a word until…
The fire alarm sounded, arson had been committed. “Come on. Now? At the same place by the same kid?” But he was wrong. Ian wrong. Possible, but rare.
Owen Miller was led by the police to the station where the evidence both on him and the scene will be used against him. “Anything?” “No.” There was one thing Inspector Freddy Brown overlooked. The hanging corpse, already rotting to pieces. “Owen. Why?” Ian demanded. “Nothing, cousin. Just what grandma said. It might come true…” “Just go. You didn’t have to burn her as if she didn’t deserve heaven.” “SHE DIDN’T, IAN! HOW COULD SHE HAVE SAID BAD ABOUT YOU!” The police around them looked at the two cousins. Even Jack stared in disbelief. “Ian. You’re no monster. You’re good, a great policeman too. Why you to be a monster? For all we know, it could be the other cousins planning the biggest massacre of all time.” Ian shook his head. “Owen. It’s okay. We have our talents. I just am good at being a policeman. But I’m not spared of suspicion. She may think so, say so, and even make my parents abandon me. But what good does that make? She does owe me a favour though… to shut her wide ‘fortune telling’ jaws.”
Owen nodded. “You have never been the recognised one in the family. But I think you should have been. You’re way too caring. Toughen up a bit, will you?” “I have already. Just that… well, why did you burn the building too?” “Don’t change the subject Dexter.” “Owen. The building had many innocent people that could have been burnt.” The cousin looked guilty, but remained his nonchalant pose. “Ian… the building was filled with innocent people? Maybe a few, yes, but that was a brothel. Horny guys and whores are always there. You’ve got to expect that.” “Your motive?” “No motive. Just wanted to burn the guilty demons who walk the earth.” “Okay. Case over. We’re giving you jail for arson, and a stroke from the cane.” “Thank you, cousin.” “That’s bad.” “No. I mean just talking to me and telling me what I did wrong.”
The detectives went back to the station, with Patrick going home after three days of non-stop work. Work as in waiting for answers.
The neighbourhood children once again went to Ian. “Dexter, what’s up? Heard you’re keeping quiet about a case, TV news.” Jack scowled. “Well, the second of the victims, Paul Terrier…” “Paul? The guy who taught the bullies how to do math? Him?” “Yes. His wife leaked the news of his murder, and found out about even more of the case, how we have no idea this could have happened. But I’m glad he’s dead. Know why? He and my sluttish girlfriend cheated on me for the five out of seven years she dated me. I loved her. But she didn’t like me because I am way too conservative. I hate her now…” He stopped, knowing how out of point he was. Sammy sensed this, but there was a tinge of something in his voice, not just the casual tone, something familiar, and he couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Hey, Dexter… What’re you doing?” A lady in a red wrap dress sashayed towards him, batting her eyelids seductively. “Oh. Hullo Janet. What brings you here?” “The news…” “Kelly Terrier really blew our case. The reporters are stepping on our evidence.” “Oh… That’s too bad…” Her scarlet full lips curved downwards, becoming a frown. “What do you need?” His voice as cold as steel, sharp as a slap. She felt it. A feeling of scorn. But this never stopped her at all. She was more daring after laying on his shoulder. Moving her hand near his groin, she licked his face, then grabbed at his pants. The children had long gone, but this was outrageous, even Jack glared at her, however, he was doing nothing for the shock was too appalling.
Obviously stimulated, Ian groaned. “Like it?” She cooed into his ear. “GET OFF ME!” His snarl to her was more than enough to egg her on. Becoming even more daring, she kissed him on his chapped lips. Pushing her off roughly, Ian then threw her a meter away. “Not my worst. I have no intention of dating you.” Jack held him in the arms, but he looked as if he was victorious in a war. He shot a “Hah! You can’t get him!” look at the injured ravishing beauty. Ian hated desperate people with nothing to do but date many men and break their hearts later. Like his ex-girlfriend. He wasn’t ever going to have anymore. Probably not.
“Jack, I hope that doesn’t change a thing between us…” “’Course not. Why would I? We’re just like brothers, how can I hate you for anything?” “I don’t know… I wouldn’t hate you for anything either.”
Ian walked into the butcher shop, to order his usual: a leg of ham. But it was all out. “Sorry, Ian. How ’bout some of this? Got it this morning, but never knew what it is. Customers are wild about it! Some say mutton, but I got a fresh load here. There’s this guy that says it’s human. Probably an animal of illegal trade. But the authorities laughed.” “Okay. Double quantity, my friend wants one too.” “Jack? Oh. He just got the last legs.” Ian turned around. “I thought perhaps you wanted to have some, Ian.” He smiled and thanked the butcher, before leaving with his buddy.
Chewing on the raw meat, Jack and Ian talked, about anything that was not related to police work. “Ian. Any idea why Caroline might have left you?” He glared at Hunter behind the shades, stunned. “Jack…” “I’m sorry. I went too far, didn’t I?” The brown-eyed man stared down in his hands, at the meat. “Yes. You did. But I guess I was too conservative; I never agreed to sleep with her at all. She was only after my wealth, and my body. Not my love or anything else.” Jack just looked, listened and ate with Monstru, but neither spoke a word until…
The fire alarm sounded, arson had been committed. “Come on. Now? At the same place by the same kid?” But he was wrong. Ian wrong. Possible, but rare.
Owen Miller was led by the police to the station where the evidence both on him and the scene will be used against him. “Anything?” “No.” There was one thing Inspector Freddy Brown overlooked. The hanging corpse, already rotting to pieces. “Owen. Why?” Ian demanded. “Nothing, cousin. Just what grandma said. It might come true…” “Just go. You didn’t have to burn her as if she didn’t deserve heaven.” “SHE DIDN’T, IAN! HOW COULD SHE HAVE SAID BAD ABOUT YOU!” The police around them looked at the two cousins. Even Jack stared in disbelief. “Ian. You’re no monster. You’re good, a great policeman too. Why you to be a monster? For all we know, it could be the other cousins planning the biggest massacre of all time.” Ian shook his head. “Owen. It’s okay. We have our talents. I just am good at being a policeman. But I’m not spared of suspicion. She may think so, say so, and even make my parents abandon me. But what good does that make? She does owe me a favour though… to shut her wide ‘fortune telling’ jaws.”
Owen nodded. “You have never been the recognised one in the family. But I think you should have been. You’re way too caring. Toughen up a bit, will you?” “I have already. Just that… well, why did you burn the building too?” “Don’t change the subject Dexter.” “Owen. The building had many innocent people that could have been burnt.” The cousin looked guilty, but remained his nonchalant pose. “Ian… the building was filled with innocent people? Maybe a few, yes, but that was a brothel. Horny guys and whores are always there. You’ve got to expect that.” “Your motive?” “No motive. Just wanted to burn the guilty demons who walk the earth.” “Okay. Case over. We’re giving you jail for arson, and a stroke from the cane.” “Thank you, cousin.” “That’s bad.” “No. I mean just talking to me and telling me what I did wrong.”
The detectives went back to the station, with Patrick going home after three days of non-stop work. Work as in waiting for answers.
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