Hevgard

chapter 2

In a dark office, sat a man who was on his 6th scotch of the morning. He sat grumbling about the trouble of the town, particularly on the interview that was coming up any minute. Pushing through the heap of files and folders that laid on the table. He found the television remote and switched it on. The tv stood as the only source of light in the room, hurting his eyes.

Stroking his beard, he relaxed into his chair, which groaned under his weight as he meddled with the television's volume until a news program started.

"The Middleton devil caught at last" said a woman dressed in red who stood in front of a police tape in an alley. The man spat at the appearance of the woman as he readjusted in his chair.

"we have here with us, the officer of the hour. After 25 years of serving as the city sheriff. He is still taking out bad guys. He is no other than sheriff Carl Callaghan." A well-built man with an even more well shaved beard came on screen.

A smile creeped on Carl's face as he scratched his beards. He watched himself walk away from the reporter who had just introduced him to the world. He enjoyed watching her destabilize and run after him.

"sir, sir!" she shouted, out of breath from behind him. She caught up to him on the other side of the alley, right beside the road. He enjoyed watching her bow over and gulp air into her lung. "sir" she said with a new air of energy that caught him by surprise.

"sir what do you have to say about the Middleton devil"

"what I think is the media shouldn't meddle in the affairs of security. Don't you have an election or something to cover." Carl said reserving his curses for after the show.

"but sheriff carl, the people need to know if they are safe. It is your duty to catch the middletin devil, which you have done excellently. But now it is my turn to do my job and report to the people in details what happened."

Carl stared at the red haired woman for a while before sighing.

"If it's your duty to report the truth and only the truth. Then you should start by using the name of the killer. "

"sorry yes the demon, carl Anderson."

"demon!" carl said staring at the lady. Behind his back he clenched his anger into his fist, his venom dropped onto his heels.

"of course demon, how else would you categorize someone as diabolical as him?"

Carl stared at her, before casting his gaze to the two covered bodies who laid behind the police line. "I guess you are right" he said as he turned and walked away from the reporter. Her hasty calls fell on deaf ears as he got into his car and drove off.

Carl switched off the tv and opened a window. Returning to his seat he took a hard look at the case files that lined his table. The 3 days old coffee that sat at the edge reminded him he needed to get out, he was the sheriff after all.

Five minutes into his distractive organizing, he was left with one folder sitting on the desk and the rest neatly put away in a cabinet at the other side of the room. he hesitated a bit, before opening the folder.

Within the folder were pictures. One of the pictures was of 3 teens sitting on an old mustang. Two boys and a girl. Carl spread into a smile as he stared at his youth. His youth that would have been lonely if not for Anderson and Christine. His youth were they would sneak off to drink booze behind old Mrs Stella's house. He dropped the picture carefully behind the coffee mug.

Next in the folder was a summary of an autopsy. It read

"Christine Anderson

Cause of death electrocution.