Mr. Murderer

Chapter 1. One more dead body

- Sheriff Addison. How can I help you?
- Hello. I want to report finding a corpse.
- Can you say the exact location?
- Highway M19, near the entrance to the city.
- Any details I should know?
- The dead body is in the car. It's a white Ferrari, the license plate is torn off.
- Thank you for the information. - Sheriff hung up the phone with a heavy sigh.

It was already the 4th body that was found in two weeks. No trace of the perpetrator, the minimum amount of evidence. Residents of the small town of Wilddown were very worried, which also got on the nerves of the young sheriff Addison, or just Kate.
Kate sits at the station from morning till night, and when she comes home, she continues to work there, looking at the homemade evidence board, hanging data of crimes on it and drawing a bunch of questions around. She has almost forgotten about sleep and normal food. Sometimes she passed out right at the workplace with a cheap tasteless burger in her hand.
Kate's nerves were running out, especially when her thoughts were interrupted by statements about an escaped cat or complaints about the noise of neighbors.
- Is it really seems a problem for people? We have four corpses here, and they only care about fucking lumps of wool and the fact that instead of their chanson they hear Rammstein through the wall.
- Kate, well, you understand, it's not like they sit here for days, managing only to record new information about corpses.
- But people know about the murders. All the channels show it, damn it! By the way, some "supersmart" newspapers accuse us of inaction.
- Well, what can I say... you can't blame them for slander. We really haven't found out shit.
Deputy James patted Kate on the shoulder and went back to work, drinking his third cup of coffee. "Haven't found out shit" - this phrase was heard too often lately, and each time Kate got more and more used to it.

- Get ready, James, today we go to Highway M19.

***

- I know him, he's my neighbor, Mr. Geers. I mean he lives one house away from mine... lived.
- That must be sad for you, Kate... What are you thinking about?
- You know, I don't remember that he had such a car.
- Maybe he has bought it recently. And you didn't notice - we don't seem to have time for looking at neighbors' cars right now.
- Sounds like a good thought, but he worked as a salesman in a pharmacy. A brand-new Ferrari does not look like something that a modest pharmacist can afford.
- Yeah, there are more and more oddities and questions, but no answers. - With these words, James began to inspect the car and look for clues.

Mr. Geers's eyes were tied with a dark handkerchief, and his hands were attached to the steering wheel with a rope. Kate thought about two scenarios: either the killer wanted to simulate a car accident, or it was a real car accident somehow arranged by the killer. It was too early to draw any conclusions.
- Sheriff, look, there are documents about the purchase of a car in the glove compartment. And his phone... without a SIM-card, unfortunately.
- Interesting... Take it all, maybe it will help. What about the prints?
- On the car - only Geers's. It will be necessary to give the phone for examination - didn't he pull the SIM-card out himself, right?

After having taken everything that at least seemed or could seem to be evidence, the sheriff and the deputy left the crime scene and headed back to the station.

***

- So, what we have:
1. Mr. Rogers. Nurse. His artery was cut with a scalpel.
2. Ms. Lane. Florist. Her fingers were cut off with garden shears, she bled to death.
3. Robbie Fidge. High school student. He was run over by bicycle, and someone have previously stuck a pair of spokes into the boy.
4. Mr. Geers. Pharmacist. The car, bandaged eyes and hands attached to the steering wheel. There are no details yet.
This is all some kind of nonsense!
- Well, Kate, our killer either reread amateur detective novels, or has a very rich imagination. Okay, I can understand the scalpel, but the spokes of a bicycle... I'm not even talking about the car.
- However, these disgusting things allow us to thing about one serial perverted killer, and not four of them.
- But I don't know if it makes our investigation easier.
- Yeah... We've already got four strange murders, but we haven't found out shit yet.