Artificial Tears

Chapter 13

It's in the middle of the night as detective North wakes up from the sound of his phone.

Who the hell would call him at this hour?

It looks like it's an unknown number.

He presses the button for 'answer'.

On the other side sound the voice of a woman in distress, he quickly recognizes the voice. It's Edith Shaw, the girl claiming to be having dreams that predicted the future.

"I'm so sorry for calling at this time, but something is very wrong."

"Good evening Edith, what can I help you with?" He can't seem to hide the sleep in his voice, but Edith luckily doesn't seem to mind. The poor girl seems too distressed to notice.

"I had another one, another nightmare like those before!"

"Calm down, what happened in it?"

"It happened on Lincoln street! The masked killer killed someone again!"

North gets up quickly: "Alright, I will go check it out for you."

"Thank you!"

North is tired and knows he has to get up early again in the morning to work, but he has a bad feeling about the whole thing. It might be better safe than sorry.

After the call ends and while he is getting dressed he calls up his partner detective Reed.

She seems rather sleepy too.

"Sorry North, but I don't believe in it."

"That's fine, then I will just have to check it out myself."

He puts on his shoes and then his jacket.

"Good luck, call me if you found anything or else, see you in the morning I guess."

"Sorry for bothering you, goodnight."

He ends the call as he gets into his cold car.

"Lincoln street please." He asks the car.

"Understood." The digital voice answers him back and starts the engine.

North doesn't feel up to drive just right now, so he's glad that the car can just do it itself.

Luckily it does have a steering wheel, so if something were to go wrong he can still drive it himself.

It doesn't take long for him to arrive in the street, he gets out of the car and quietly walks through the abandoned street.

It's darker than usual and with each step he takes makes the wet snow underneath his feet splash.

As he walks through the street he suddenly sees a discoloring in the snow, quickly he shines his flashlight on it.

Could it be true? He wonders.

It's blood.

And a lot of it at that.

It creates a dark trail in the snow and without much thought he decides to follow it.

Suddenly the detective senses something moving.

"Is someone there?" He asks.

"P-please..." A voice weak and trembling asks his attention.

Detective North finds the person.

It's a man with a knife in his stomach.

"Police. I'm here to help you."