𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐞

13 | denouement

"Listen. Are you Emma Ogawa?"

The woman screams from under me, "Get off me, psycho!"

I click the metal of the handcuffs on her wrists, then step off her back. She crawls onto her knees and I pull her up until she was standing.

"I want you to direct me from where you came from."

"No," She snarls.

This wasn't going to be easy at all.

I pull the walkie-talkie from my belt, then press onto the button to speak, "I have a 10-26, gonna need backup. I'm on Calle and Witimer."

"I'm gonna ask you one last time, please direct me to where you came from or this is going to be a difficult process for all of us."

She starts crying, going limp in my grasp. She doesn't say a thing.

So I start walking the way she came. We walked and walked until her muscles became tight again, and her head turned slightly to the left.

"Is it this one?" I ask her, noticing her body going tense at the sight of the house.

"No," she says.

I turn both of us, walking onto the path of the house.

"This isn't it!" She screams.

"I know. I just want to compliment the house owner on such a beautiful lot."

She tenses up again as we make it to the door.

"Keep your hands behind your back and do not go anywhere."

She gulps, inhaling sharply then nodding. I knock on the door first, but there was no response so I ring the doorbell.

After a few seconds, a blonde, shirtless man opens the door with a smile, but it drops instantly.

"Hi Noah. I'm with the Orlando Police Department, is it okay if I take a look in here?"

He stares a blank stare at me. It was cold, emotionless.

"Uh, yeah. Sure."

He opens the door, and I step inside, pulling Emma with me. The door stays open, and as I step inside, I can hear the police car sirens get closer and closer.

Soon, 3 more policemen were in the house. One holding onto Emma and the two others helping me.

It's been a few weeks since Emma has been reported missing. Many thought she was dead or kidnapped, but with the recently reported missing persons, this wasn't just some random kidnapping. This was planned and sought out, just like everyone else.

Men and women were seen to leave and never return with this man, though, the station rubbed it off as "couples".

I didn't believe it.

"Would you guys like-"

"Sit down, Noah." My partner says, interrupting him.

A list of 14 names were on our list including Emma Ogawa, Gabriel Dunn, Nancy T. Joseph, Katie Smith, and Samuel Collins.

We tore apart the house as he sat on the couch with his hands on his lap and his head drooped. We check the bedroom last, looking through the drawers of the dressers, under the bed, in the covers, then finally, the closet.

The door wasn't concealed at all, and it wasn't hard to crack the lock open either. A flight of stairs greets us into a dark basement.

My partner finds the light, and a whiff of body odor, dirt, and blood fill our noses. It was deadly silent down here besides a small whimpering that was barely audible. I slowly approach the noise, pulling out my flashlight and turning it on.

In front of me was a medium-sized cardboard box. I look to my partner before I step forward, unveiling the small, curled-up boy.

He wore nothing, and his back protruded upward. His spine was visible through his thin, blue, skin and fatless body.

"Excuse me, can you look at us?"

He turns his head, and I look into the brown eyes that stare right up at me. His eyes were red and his face was pink and irritated with salt, tears, and dirt from the hand that was covering his mouth.

"What's your name?"

"S-" he starts, "Sao."

"Sao," I repeat, "Okay. Why are you down here, Sao?"

"Because... I sleep down here."

My partner gives me a nudge, and I was thinking the same thing.

"We need to ask you a few questions, okay? That means you have to come with us."

He nods, then stands up. As uncomfortable as it was to detain an unclothed man, we had to.

I hand Sao over to my partner, then I continue my search. I couldn't hear anything that was going on upstairs, but I assume if anything had happened, they have it under control.

-

Every corner and spot of the basement was evidence. I wasn't sure what I wanted to find down here or was expecting to find, but there wasn't anything down here that said he wasn't guilty.

The freezer held neatly packed, carefully sawn-off legs and arms, fingers and hands, feet and torsos, and next to it was a cabinet filled with guns, saws, ropes, and chains.

There was an old wooden workbench too that smelled awful. Blood had seeped into the wood, giving it a dark black color and a horrible, flesh-rotting smell.

Next, I opened a large refrigerator door, but what I expected wasn't in there. In the middle was a baby's bassinet and in the corner, another naked woman.

At first, she screamed as the door opened, but soon she stood up, and ran after me. She tried to get past me, but I took her by her arms and whipped her around, grabbing her arms and placing them behind her back.

"Rape!" She screams, "He's raping me! Help! Help! He's raping me!"

"My name is Officer Armstrong, I am with the police, do you know where you are?"

"No! And get off me!"

"Can you tell me what's in that bassinet?"

She shakes her head, and her tone of voice goes from angry to scared, "I don't know. I don't know what it is."

I'm going to have to come back to that. That could be our last piece of evidence for this psychopath.

I take the woman upstairs and sit her on the couch next to Noah, Emma, and Sao. My partner gets them clothes while I head back downstairs.

It didn't take much observing to see that in the bassinet was a baby. Blue and cold with rotting skin and sandpaper-like skin.

It was a gruesome sight. Worse than anything I had seen before.

-

The house is set as a crime scene, then all four are put into a car to be transported back to the station.

The man in charge of this entire operation is N Williams. Reaching almost 6'3, he is a dirty blonde-haired, caucasian, 22-year-old man.

Emma Ogawa is a Japanese American woman reaching 5'4 feet. She has short, black, hair, recently cut off, and brown eyes. She is 22 years old.

Sao, identified as Gabriel Dunn, is a caucasian male from England reaching about 5'9. He weighs 97 pounds and is of 25 years of age.

4 deceased victims were identified, those being Olivia Jackson, Tammy Hughes, Paul Lee, and Mike Green. Respects and news has already reached the families of the deceased.

Noah Williams is responsible for the death of 11 men and women, including one infant. Mr. Williams will be charged with homicide, murder of the second degree, child abuse, and after light searching, pornography.