Artificial Tears

Chapter 27

Like Reed had predicted, another murder happened seven days after the last.

This time the victim was Walter Sea, a young man in his mid-twenties. When he was alive he had been a real estate agent. A pretty good one too, he sold many houses to even more people.

The place he was found in was the newest apartment in the shopping district he was planning on selling.

We entered the home through a shop downstairs. It had been closed for the day, because of the murder of course.

The apartment felt cold and empty, the windows were wide open. Letting in the freezing end-autumn wind and the smells from the busy city.

"He's over here." It was a friend of Walter's who found out and called the police, who knew it could only be Walter.

The lab's examination later confirmed this statement to be 100% true. Walter Sea was no longer.

At this point I had started getting tired of the cases, quick, I know, but all of it is just too sinister and thinking about it. About the younger victims, made me think about my son, who, if still alive, should be around their age.

The apartment room flooring was made out of planks and we soon saw that it was used to the advantages of the killer.

The planks on one spot were removed and there... we could see the feared black plastic bags. Inside? we could already guess, the neatly separated body parts had been left there. Almost as if it were a present.

Disgusting!

Who would do something like this?

The thought alone made me feel uneasy.

Almost like the killer was still watching this from afar, staring at us from some unchecked dark corner and enjoying every second of it.

I've had cases that were like these, where the victims were killed even more gruesomely, making it difficult to accept the wrongdoers here as human beings. But this one seems to be even further from deranged than the others and perhaps even stranger than those before. I truly wonder what the killer's motives are for doing something so horrible.

I can remember many faces of criminals I had sent to prison, their angry twisted faces, their hate filled eyes.

Cuffed and taken away, but their anger wasn't usually only to me.

It is one of the things that scare me though.

That one might knock on my door once or that the reason why he disappeared is because of it.

The body-parts have been found in the kitchen, only the hole in the floor is dirty, the rest has been cleaned thoroughly. Not a single blood drop, nor stains were found.

Only the horrible smell.

With my gloves on I start to look around the apartment. There isn't much to find and not much to not find.

It doesn't seem like they have taken anything with them this time.

And then the whole tedious circle starts again, with the proper investigation and the questioning of all the social contacts.