Xavier's superior was speaking to the public and the media demanding answers, revealing the some report details (all lies, created from a rumor and a few speculations) – while Xavier was in handcuffs, head cast down, as he tried to swallow his reality.
They were at the site of the crime, a well-renowned villa community... that was now being investigated following several murders, and not a single report had ever been sent to the department – rather, not a single report had ever reached the department.
"Nails marks, bites; several other injuries afflicted by people struggling in despair during their last moments. Undoubtedly—"
Detective Xavier stared at the large pile of corpses, all spun together like threads into a yarn of human rot; their skins shedding whilst bringing the color of the skeletons out, and yet bearing those hateful expressions from their last breaths – mistrust, agony, and anger.
"—Author Travis is the killer. He had been struck down by pure luck, due to the shock displayed by his last prey and murderer – Mrs. A, who unfortunately expired of heart attack; please note that her family wishes her to remain anonymous – returning from the supermarket which a basket heavy enough to strike down a man. Surprisingly, another man claims to have killed Travis..."
Xavier closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, shutting down his surroundings.
Travis was murdered – and was criminal. And Xavier was a detective... and a suspect.
This was the kind of sick and rotten person Xavier was close with.
This was the identity of the childhood friend who lived in that yellow house across the street.
Even his family was horrified; his parents almost committed suicide to pay for their sons' sins, the wife took away her daughter from the nightmare of a place they were living in, and they were all investigated, and had no connections to the murder at all – was what the public was told, the internal matters unknown outside.
It was suspicious: a cellar – right under the villa, mind you – full of dead bodies, but the family members were unaware, despite the smell?
This was yet to be explained, but apparently, they had grown used to the smell – which could be a bunch of lies for all Xavier cared, given the whole department was put on high alert and was asked to keep track of them.
Funnily enough, the whole community – its residents, the builder, and the concrete structure itself – was shrouded with bloodlust, and Travis' family seemed the most innocent there.
Seemed – yes. Investigation had just begun, and the elderly couple immediately attempted self-harm, the child crying, and the mother refused to arrange a funeral for the departed, asking only for a divorce with a dead person – it was dreadfully chaotic to say the least.
He was soon gently pulled into the court – a private court, these matters would be kept within until the complete investigation process was thorough – and the judge, another close friend from training, was struggling with the others.
Xavier was asked to sit down and be on the standby for any help the judge required – the cuffs were unlocked; he was a man of high status, and he had not made his way up the ladder of success without extreme trust from his co-workers.
The handcuffs were just for show, to evoke public sentiments and buy some time on their side – because it surely was one hell of a murder.
"I stabbed him. I stabbed his wife. I stabbed his dog. I stabbed his daughter." Arden took a deep breath, before screaming out, "I was testing the blade, but then I realized they were already dead. So, I killed them again, but they didn't die this time. HOW CAN YOU ARREST ME LIKE THAT, YOU SCOUNDRELS! ANY SANE PERSON CAN SEE I'M INNOCENT!"
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Mystery / Thriller(Completed) Just then - as if Xavier had sensed the judge's previous thoughts - he burst in the room, his hands tightly grasping on a gasping Annie. He yelled: "THE BOOK! TRAVIS WAS MURDERED JUST LIKE IT WAS IN 'CRIMINAL'! AND ARDEN AND ANNIE WERE R...
