Lost Saint

Chapter 2

"Arthur...," voiced Peter now walking outside of the police station and towards Arthur who was casually smoking.

"What is it?"

"There's a woman that was found unconscious right outside of the next city over. Since the incident happened to the borderline of both cities, we have authority to go and investigate the incident ourselves," explained Peter as Arthur took the documents into his hands.

"Alright then. I guess I have to start moving," spoke Arthur with a sigh. He didn't practically hated traveling, but he wasn't a big fan of it either. Even so, Arthur being a big fan of justice, he didn't voiced any complains and rather stood up determined to see what actually happened.

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"So we have a piece of torn cloth at the driver's sit, an empty bottle of wine, a broken phone on the ground and finally two different fingerprints all over the car," murmured Arthur while walking closer towards the car.

He wore his gloves and took into his hands the torn piece of cloth, "Smells like alcohol... Most likely from the wine..."

Arthur looked carefully at every little detail around him. From the whole car to the dirt of the ground. He made sure to not miss anything.

"Was it a car crash? Why was there found only one person? A kidnapping?"

"Officer Richards. We got a call that the woman has finally woken up," informed one of the cops interrupting Arthur's thoughts.

"I see... Let's move on then. Take the clues to the police station and some of you stay here for watch. Make sure to not allow any civilians near the area," ordered Arthur and with those final words, they left to meet the victim of that incident.

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"Your name?"

"...Mary Nelson."

"Age?"

"...22."

Arthur continued asking one question after the other to the woman by the name Mary Nelson, who was resting on the sick bed of the hospital.

"Can you tell me what happened?" questioned Arthur the woman as she kept giving him a blank and emotionless stare.

"I was feeling depressed since I had lost contact with my lover. He was missing for days. My...my best friend suggested to go out for a drink to make me feel better but things didn't turn out well. The wine he gave me was too strong. It made me almost immediately to become drunk. Before I knew it, a cloth prevented me from breathing making me loose my consciousness," explained Mary as Arthur wrote down every word she was saying.

"Could you be a little bit more specific about your friend? Who is he, from where is he and what exactly happened between you two inside the car?"

"...His name is Jonathan Harrison."

"And?"

Mary didn't talk. As if she was afraid to say anything wrong. Was she afraid of her friend? Or she didn't wanted to get her friend in trouble? That Arthur didn't know. But one thing was for sure. Jonathan Harrison was the main suspect for the time being.

"Could you at least give us the address of your friend?"

"He lives at a wooden house right outside the city."

"Ma'am, I asked you the address. Couldn't you be a little more specific?"

Once again, the woman didn't talk. Her dark and empty gaze continuing to stare into Arthur's blue-green eyes as if she was looking inside his soul. To his opinion, that woman was truly frightening. But on the other hand, that was also understandable for some strange reason. He could even recognize her gaze. The gaze of a person who had lost someone precious.