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The Last Case Chapter 18
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A new day, a new start. But another organ appeared, and it was a lung at the shopping mall. No one would know how the killer work. He had to be stopped, for the sake of the city, for the sake of the fat mayor too. By the way, where the hell was he?
“Well, now. This killer grabs people out of random, and he murdered the mayor. Now, we are screwed.” “It’s not the man, this one’s from Daryl Myers, not Kevin. Besides, he had to rush off to Brooklyn for some meeting. Which reminds me. Hunter, you are going to have to be transferred to Brooklyn’s force; they need one more with you skills, Pack your office and be in my office in two days, 8 hundred hours. I’ll drive you there myself. Even if it means no petrol for the rest of the week.” For a filthy rich man, Ian had a budget of what others would call quite stingy. A certain amount per week. Imagine his kids when they need cash. When he’s married in the future, of course. But it was highly improbable.
Hunter had a whole messy desk to clear out. Too bad he wasn’t as meticulous at neatness as Monstru was. People nearly thought he was obsessive-compulsive. He was just a rather sharp perfectionist. Patrick helped him, more than happy to get an opportunity to be Ian’s partner. His brother had mentioned it a few minutes before he had even told Jack.
“Patrick, your first task is to go and get your team here. We’ll discuss the stuff we’re going to do today to find our killer.” He went immediately, but they were all party animals because of the small bash they were going to throw for Hunter’s departure in two days. George entered first, then Freddy, and finally Pauline with Patrick. “What do you propose we should do?” “Cover new ground. And find a murderer hiding there.”
They went to the old raggedy house on the hill, searching for some evidence, or at least a clue to help them in their investigation. There were nothing… then… Ian was holding up a locket. The saliva was all over it, and some hair too. Perhaps this might get a trace. But the worst thing was, the piece of jewellery looked exactly like the one Ian had lost in Caroline’s house a month ago…They put it in one of the clear plastic sealing bags, then ruffled through more things around. Nothing else was found. “Move on.”
They drove to the park, where some blood was found some time ago. “Hmm… The same saliva globs. And what’s this? A piece of rotting flesh. Plus an eyeball.” They were put in separate bags. And all gone to the forest where there were students who went missing. “Only blonde hair and some dried blood. Oh dear…” “What, Allan?” “They were sleeping together. And this piece of zombie flesh too.” “Plus the saliva globs.” “Yes. Wonder why it doesn’t dry up as fast?” “Take these to forensics. And there might be a flammable compound in it.” These pieces of physical evidence were then packed into the small disinfected box with another carefully lined bag.
There were only a few clues, but Ian could track out the tiniest trace. “The killer characteristics: cannibalistic, strong, smart, and probably have some animal accomplices. The zoo has cordoned off people from visiting after nine. The mayor, stubborn turkey he is, did not accept my idea of a curfew. And somebody told the press about the kill. But I’m now quite grateful for that, because less people are out at night. That’s what I can infer.” Then Patrick’s cell phone chirped. “Yeah, mum? Oh. Okay. Bye.” He hung up and turned to Ian. “ ‘Dexter, come to my place tonight for that reunion dinner.’” He used his best witch voice to get the message across. “Tell that woman I will go later.”
The devil breathed in the pink smoke that emitted from the goblet. The souls were delicious, and it helped rejuvenate him for a while. The eighteen people who had been killed by the inferno were then his, and gave him some power for more arson. He stared at the pigeon and it burst into flames. That was going to be his dinner for that night. Monstru would have to get his own. “Well… Now I have time to reflect; my son is beginning to know who he is… good…” Just then, a scream was heard next door, and a hysterical laugh echoed throughout the corridors of Ian’s house.
Ian threw his coat on the table in his house, and saw his friend eating a cooked bird, roasted to a golden brown and seasoned with some sort of sauce… It had been some time since he had eaten a cooked meal. “Have to go to my family reunion. And you have to look after this establishment. Is that fine?” “Yes. Of course.” With that, Ian left the house for the dinner with his family, his blood relations. As the door’s lock fell into place, Draco lifted himself from the chair and summoned a raven to his side. “Go. Follow him and give me hourly reports until he comes back!” The bird obeyed and flew off.
He sat uncomfortably on the cushioned chair. The only times he met his whole family were when he had gotten the family into trouble or when someone in the tree had died. “Dexter…” “I am Ian now. Stop calling me Dexter!” “Dexter. You are welcomed again into this family; after all, who has become the Chief Detective in our family?” He knew it. They only wanted achievers for children. “No. I have adapted to my solitude from you. And, if you are intent on keeping me here, you’d give me some raw meat, like beef or lamb. Either which.” “But I thought you’re a vegan!” “That was seven years ago. And if you’d excuse me, I’ll be leaving.” “Don’t go!” All his little nieces and nephews were crying out to him. “Alright. I’ll stay for the children. But excuse me as I need to go down to the butcher to get something.”
The path was cold, misty and he could have sworn seeing Hunter walking towards him. And… Mr Okra? Together? “Oh. Hi Monstru… What are you doing out here?” “They don’t have dinner for me. I’m buying something.” “Okay. So are we. See you tomorrow morning.” Ian went in, got frozen cow feet and left.
The kids smelled the iron smell of his last meal, and some of the blood was still there. “Umm… Have you children finished your dinner?” “Yes!” “C’mon now, what do you kids want to play?”
And the rest of the night was fun for the little ones…
“Well, now. This killer grabs people out of random, and he murdered the mayor. Now, we are screwed.” “It’s not the man, this one’s from Daryl Myers, not Kevin. Besides, he had to rush off to Brooklyn for some meeting. Which reminds me. Hunter, you are going to have to be transferred to Brooklyn’s force; they need one more with you skills, Pack your office and be in my office in two days, 8 hundred hours. I’ll drive you there myself. Even if it means no petrol for the rest of the week.” For a filthy rich man, Ian had a budget of what others would call quite stingy. A certain amount per week. Imagine his kids when they need cash. When he’s married in the future, of course. But it was highly improbable.
Hunter had a whole messy desk to clear out. Too bad he wasn’t as meticulous at neatness as Monstru was. People nearly thought he was obsessive-compulsive. He was just a rather sharp perfectionist. Patrick helped him, more than happy to get an opportunity to be Ian’s partner. His brother had mentioned it a few minutes before he had even told Jack.
“Patrick, your first task is to go and get your team here. We’ll discuss the stuff we’re going to do today to find our killer.” He went immediately, but they were all party animals because of the small bash they were going to throw for Hunter’s departure in two days. George entered first, then Freddy, and finally Pauline with Patrick. “What do you propose we should do?” “Cover new ground. And find a murderer hiding there.”
They went to the old raggedy house on the hill, searching for some evidence, or at least a clue to help them in their investigation. There were nothing… then… Ian was holding up a locket. The saliva was all over it, and some hair too. Perhaps this might get a trace. But the worst thing was, the piece of jewellery looked exactly like the one Ian had lost in Caroline’s house a month ago…They put it in one of the clear plastic sealing bags, then ruffled through more things around. Nothing else was found. “Move on.”
They drove to the park, where some blood was found some time ago. “Hmm… The same saliva globs. And what’s this? A piece of rotting flesh. Plus an eyeball.” They were put in separate bags. And all gone to the forest where there were students who went missing. “Only blonde hair and some dried blood. Oh dear…” “What, Allan?” “They were sleeping together. And this piece of zombie flesh too.” “Plus the saliva globs.” “Yes. Wonder why it doesn’t dry up as fast?” “Take these to forensics. And there might be a flammable compound in it.” These pieces of physical evidence were then packed into the small disinfected box with another carefully lined bag.
There were only a few clues, but Ian could track out the tiniest trace. “The killer characteristics: cannibalistic, strong, smart, and probably have some animal accomplices. The zoo has cordoned off people from visiting after nine. The mayor, stubborn turkey he is, did not accept my idea of a curfew. And somebody told the press about the kill. But I’m now quite grateful for that, because less people are out at night. That’s what I can infer.” Then Patrick’s cell phone chirped. “Yeah, mum? Oh. Okay. Bye.” He hung up and turned to Ian. “ ‘Dexter, come to my place tonight for that reunion dinner.’” He used his best witch voice to get the message across. “Tell that woman I will go later.”
The devil breathed in the pink smoke that emitted from the goblet. The souls were delicious, and it helped rejuvenate him for a while. The eighteen people who had been killed by the inferno were then his, and gave him some power for more arson. He stared at the pigeon and it burst into flames. That was going to be his dinner for that night. Monstru would have to get his own. “Well… Now I have time to reflect; my son is beginning to know who he is… good…” Just then, a scream was heard next door, and a hysterical laugh echoed throughout the corridors of Ian’s house.
Ian threw his coat on the table in his house, and saw his friend eating a cooked bird, roasted to a golden brown and seasoned with some sort of sauce… It had been some time since he had eaten a cooked meal. “Have to go to my family reunion. And you have to look after this establishment. Is that fine?” “Yes. Of course.” With that, Ian left the house for the dinner with his family, his blood relations. As the door’s lock fell into place, Draco lifted himself from the chair and summoned a raven to his side. “Go. Follow him and give me hourly reports until he comes back!” The bird obeyed and flew off.
He sat uncomfortably on the cushioned chair. The only times he met his whole family were when he had gotten the family into trouble or when someone in the tree had died. “Dexter…” “I am Ian now. Stop calling me Dexter!” “Dexter. You are welcomed again into this family; after all, who has become the Chief Detective in our family?” He knew it. They only wanted achievers for children. “No. I have adapted to my solitude from you. And, if you are intent on keeping me here, you’d give me some raw meat, like beef or lamb. Either which.” “But I thought you’re a vegan!” “That was seven years ago. And if you’d excuse me, I’ll be leaving.” “Don’t go!” All his little nieces and nephews were crying out to him. “Alright. I’ll stay for the children. But excuse me as I need to go down to the butcher to get something.”
The path was cold, misty and he could have sworn seeing Hunter walking towards him. And… Mr Okra? Together? “Oh. Hi Monstru… What are you doing out here?” “They don’t have dinner for me. I’m buying something.” “Okay. So are we. See you tomorrow morning.” Ian went in, got frozen cow feet and left.
The kids smelled the iron smell of his last meal, and some of the blood was still there. “Umm… Have you children finished your dinner?” “Yes!” “C’mon now, what do you kids want to play?”
And the rest of the night was fun for the little ones…
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