Love is not a Sin

Chapter 5 - An interrogation with no answers

Hello - here's Chapter 5!

Please be aware:
- mention of blood
- mention of crime
- mention of dead animal
- mention of beheading
- bad language

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[Y/LN] = your last name

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Your POV

In all the years you've lived here - and that was almost your whole life - you had never witnessed anything like that.

Will was focused and calm. He took off his blue sweater, folded it and placed it under Mrs. Matthews' head before placing her in the recovery position.

Carefully, he untied the leash from her wrist and eyed it with interest. Then he frowned. What had he observed?

You moved closer and positioned yourself not to shadow him or the body while the others looked for the ambulance.

"Something's strange... The leash has dug into the skin of her wrist. Until it bled. But the terrier... he couldn't possibly have exerted enough force to inflict these injuries on her simply by pulling on the leash..."

You nodded, impressed. Will was right. Tronton had been an annoying little thing, but even he couldn't have done that.

"And then the cut... Look at the dog, [Y/N]. Had it been an animal... the wound would have been lacerated. Through the fangs or claws. Or he might have other bite marks. Defensive tracks. But it's a completely smooth cut. Like with..."

"Like with an axe... Or a sword...", you added, and Will looked up at you for the first time. He seemed relieved that you weren't shaking like David.

However, he also looked at you with concern.
"Are you ok, [Y/N]?"

"Well... no. I've known Mrs. Matthews all my life. And her dog almost as long. And now this... It wasn't an animal. No animal does something like that.
That was a human... And that means he or she's still out there..."
You looked in the direction of the field path, which led into the forest a little further back.

"Yes. That's my guess as well..." Will mumbled and stood up.

When the ambulance arrived, a police department car was also there, followed by an unmarked vehicle. Inside were two inspectors.

It all reminded you strongly of the many episodes of Midsomer Murders you had seen.

An older inspector, accompanied by a younger colleague, approached them.
You knew the older one. That was Inspector Andrew Miller. He was tall and slim, wore a gray suit most of the time, and actually everything about him was gray. Only in different shades.
His colleague, on the other hand, was a pretty black woman who wore a bright red blazer and pants. Her lipstick was the same shade of red and her dark eyes shone with excitement.

Ah, fresh meat.

"Ms. [Y/LN]. At the crime scene that early? And dressed so neatly? Where's your camera?" Inspector Miller sneered, and you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"Oh, Inspector Miller. So many questions and yet none of them are really relevant, are they? Also, this is only a semi-crime scene. Mrs. Matthews is still alive. The only dead thing here is her dog, Tronton. And the crime scene isn't here, though. It's somewhere there." You pointed to the field road and the forest.

The man had sniffed contemptuously at your answer, but his colleague had already pulled out a pad and was busy writing down what you've said.
"I'm Sergeant Lucy Graham. What's the name of the injured person again?"