Artificial Tears

Chapter 28

At the station it wasn't much better, it had seemed like none of us had much sleep.

All of my colleagues moved rather slowly and all had grim expressions on their faces, often asking other teams if they had found anything.

I walked up to Grey: "Good morning, you haven't heard anything either, right?"

"No son, I haven't, but of course there is always a change that the body just hasn't been found yet."

"Are there any people who have gone missing yesterday?"

"I've checked, but none that haven't been found already."

I continued working on the case after that. And the day after that, the day after that and the day after that and so on.

Then it was Saturday October thirty-first and there was still no body found that was cut into pieces.

None killed during their working hours. None killed in such a god-awful way.

Did the killer stop?

Had we gotten too close to finding him? Did we scare him into quitting?

If he did stop, why?

Did it bore him?

Or was he already dead?

And then if so, was he the last victim?

Too many questions go through my mind and I end up coming to a dead end every time.

Am I missing something?

Did the scans miss something?

In total we had a little over three weeks without any more of these murders.

It was almost as if our killer at taken a short holiday of sort.

Then Monday the ninth of November I got a call again.

It was early in the morning, about eight o' clock, certainly early for a Monday.

A murder had taken place in the middle of the night in a café named 'Home', it is owned by a family and one of them had been killed.

I quickly got dressed and got into my car, making it drive to the scene of the crime a bit faster than usual.

Speed limits, limit me too after all. On duty or not, years ago they had this debate about it and those for police having to keep to the rules had won.

As one of the first I arrived at the scene and I helped setting everything up for the scans, whilst wearing gloves of course and under supervision of my colleagues.

When I entered the café that was supposed to be homey, I could smell the heavy amount of blood. So much I could almost taste the sticky iron.

"The scans are finished!" Pierce said, giving me a sign that I can finally really investigate the place.

From the entrance I went right, that is where I had to be after all. Almost in the back of the building.

Every time I pass a chair or a table, I can feel the tension rising.

I know what I will find, but it still is horrible.

Finally I arrived at the place. The flooring here was like the last place, made out of real wood and something was different with this murder. There was blood on the floor.

The body had been hidden under the floor again as always, cut into pieces in the same way as usual.

But the killer had been messier with this one than the others.