The Social Murder

Chapter 3

It was already five and both of us were on our way to the Pollock station. On our way to the prison, we stopped at a pub.It was quite uncommon for us stop at a pub and it was Henry who ordered the driver to stop the cab.He got down, walked to the pub and got a pack of cigars.I often saw him smoking a Cohiba but not on the road. He preferred smoking at home with a book in his hand and a dim lighting to make it look like a perfect setting. The only thing missing was a glass of Single malt which he seldom drank. He walked back to the car and told the driver to speed up. We reached the station in time and James greated us. "Hello fellas, it's already fifteen minutes past five, where the hell were you guys?" asked James. Henry ignored this question and I followed the same. James took us into the station and took us to cell-A230. Unlike most of the cells, which were occupied by two or three criminals and thugs, A230 was occupied by only a single person. "Had to keep him alone, he'd attack any person who stayed with him" said James.
"What's his name?" asked Henry. "William Brooks, killed his girlfriend whom he met on a site called 'SocialStag' and kept her body on his bed" replied James. I looked at the man. He did not look like a serial killer from any angle but more like a normal person. Maybe that's what made his girlfriend trust him. Had a wheatish complexion, brown eyes, black hair and smelled of crap. Like literally crap. If you would smell a garbage can and this man, the garbage can would smell sweeter. He looked at me and smiled. This smile was enough to send a chill down my spine. Maybe this was what made him a psychopath. Henry whispered into James's ear and James rushed to his desk and brought a deoderant. Did he reallt use a deoderant at work? Henry sprayed it all over himself and told me and James to stay outside the cell. We both looked at one another and gulped. It was the first time Henry had said something like this to us and this was not a good sign.