Artificial Tears

Chapter 10

I get taken to the police station for questioning, luckily the officers seem nice. They told me they want to know more about the stalking and how things are at work.

I'm not a suspect of the crime yet.

After five minutes we have arrived and I am let out of the car.

Inside the station it's just warm enough and I'm glad to be out of the cold.

I get taken to a room where the detectives are, they're the ones I met before.

"Good morning miss..."

"Edith Shaw."

"I'm detective North and this is and this is my colleague Reed. We have a few questions for you."

I nod as answer.

The questions they start asking are not difficult. some of them they've already asked before.

Like where I was at the time of the crime, in my apartment of course. 

I could even prove it with the location sharing app on my phone.

They asked me about my relationship with the victim, Myla.

Colleagues and friends.

Other questions were about the stalking that Ian did and if I suspected him.

"I don't know if he did it, but maybe he helped the killer?" I ask questioningly.

Detective Reed takes notes from my answers and detective North calmly asks the questions.

"Are you okay with seeing the pictures of the crime?"

I don't want anyone to die anymore. the city would be a lot safer without a killer on the loose.

I hesitate for a moment but then I make a decision: "Y-yes, you can show me."

Detective Reed takes a couple of pictures from a white envelope and lays them out before me: "Just let us know if it's too much." Detective Reed says with a kind smile.

As he shows me, the nightmare from last night enters my mind again and I feel the urge to vomit.

I still remember the wet noise the organs made and I remember the digital voice of that damned murderer.

Stabbing.

Cutting.

Laughing about it all.

Enjoying themselves like a child playing with toys.

Myla is not a toy.

MYLA WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE!!!!

"Are you okay?" She asks kindly.

I nod and take a good look at the pictures.

The body parts were stuffed in one of the lockers, her own.

It was left open and blood covers almost everything. The lockers, the floor, everything around it really.

I see the place where I should have stood frozen in my nightmare.

With their awful laugh and terrifying smile.

Their calmness while cutting apart my friend, like they had all the time in the world and zero fear of the possible consequences. Not caring about all the people who would soon be traumatized or unable to continue their lives normally.

I take a closer look and something takes my attention.

Under a dark desk something is lying, could that be the organ the killer playfully threw at me?