'19.24'
Katy had just left the tall building and was approaching the car in which Stephan was sitting. She sat in the passenger seat.
"She wasn't at work today," she reported, "she's probably at home."
"Then we'll go to her place to see Mark and Samantha, hopefully it's not too late," he started the car and drove off.
'19.29' Miriam Dervejov's house
A police car circled slowly around Miriam's house, found a parking space, and its passengers discreetly got out.
Mark gestured with his hand to Samantha to approach the house from the left, he himself chose from the right side. It was semi-dark outside, but visibility was impaired by a thick, rising fog.
Mark arrived at the front door and tried to open it, but it was locked. There was complete silence inside. He knocked. "Ms. Dervejov, this is the police, open the door."
He pressed his ear to the door and heard muffled quick footsteps. He moved a meter away from the entrance, gathered strength and kicked the door open with an experienced foot.
He raised his gun in front of him and stepped into the hall. He proceeded slowly, checking room by room. When he reached the bedroom, there was a woman lying in the bed, he assumed it was Miriam. The bedroom window was wide open, cold air pouring in.
He put the gun back in its holster and, careful not to startle the woman, touched her bare hand. But she did not react.
Only the ticking of the clock and Mark's loud heart could be heard in the room. Are they late? His thoughts raced. He felt the pulse on the woman's wrist with his fingers.
She lived. But she was unconscious. His vision sharpened, there was a deep bleeding gash on the woman's forehead. The perpetrator was here, he must have hit her with something. She probably wasn't asleep when he burst through the window.
He grabbed the walkie-talkie on his belt: "Send an ambulance, we have an injured woman here, about a 6-centimeter bleeding wound on her forehead. The perpetrator must be nearby, send reinforcements as well."
He put the walkie-talkie back on his belt and opened the closet in the room. He found a long piece of cloth there, he pressed it to Miriam's forehead to stop the bleeding.
...
Samantha had just emerged around the corner of the house, noticing an open window. She was about to look inside when she heard the snapping of branches in the nearby bushes.
That's when she saw him. A tall figure, hidden in a black hooded sweatshirt. It was him, there was no doubt about it.
"POLICE. Stop," she shouted in his direction. Completely useless. The man took long strides and ran in the opposite direction.
No time to call for backup, Samantha thought in her head and ran in the same direction.
The perpetrator turned the corner of the building, Samantha behind him. She realized the danger of the situation too late and did not have time to stop. The perpetrator emerged from around the corner and enveloped her with a thick branch.
Fortunately, he only hit her hands, from which the weapon fell. But he decided not to stop. He raised the branch high above his head and swung it violently in front of him.
Samantha barely managed to turn her head away. It grabbed her shoulder. She screamed in pain.
The perpetrator raised the branch over his head a second time, but Samantha was already close enough to him and with all her strength she kicked him in the left knee before another blow.
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NIGHT STRANGLER
Bí ẩn / Giật gânA young woman was murdered in her apartment at night. The best search team 'ALPHA' was called to investigate the case. However, without member Stacey, they can't keep up like before. Therefore, they are joined by Samantha, who also lost her entire t...
