Serial Games

Chapter two! Micheal Maguire POV.

Micheal Maguire POV.

‘So what have we got so far?’ I asked Daniel.

Daniel Cross. Chief detective superintendent Cross, my best mate.

‘There has been no real pattern.’ He answered. ‘However…’ His eyes squinted at the board in front of him. Narrowing at the photographs. ‘Three men and two women have died in the last two weeks. None of them have died in their homes? Coincidence? I think not. I have a feeling that they were almost certainly running away from “him”. Supposing our killer is a male. This means they all knew that the killer was coming for them, coming to get them. We can then infur that  they could all possibly know the killer.’ Daniel Cross announced.

I nodded, amazed at how he had observed that.

He leaned back at his chair, exasperated. ‘So basically, we have nothing, no suspects, nothing.’ He muttered. ‘This is so frustrating!’

I agreed with him. This was very irritating. I sighed. ‘I’ve looked for any relative or friend connection between them. There’s none. There has to be another reason they all didn’t die in their houses.’

I jotted some key notes down.

In two weeks the serial killer has killed 5 people, two men, three women so it has nothing to do with gender since the genders are practically evenly balanced out.

Edgar profiled as: tall (6”3), blue eyes and black hair, his nationality is British, white skin in his late thirties (38).

Rachel: brown skin, black hair and brown eyes, nationality is British, 29 years old and 5”7.

Amy: White skin, blond hair and blue eyes, nationality is Australian, 32 years old and 5”1

Sid: Brown skin, black hair and dark brown eyes, nationality is Nigerian, 48 years old and 6”1

Sarah: White skin, red hair, green eyes, nationality is Iceland, 18 years old and 5”8

Hang on… I just clicked on what Daniel had just said.

‘However, Chief Detective Cross, I highly doubt the suspects know the killer. Science has proven serial killers kill at random.’ I stated.

He shrugged as if I hadn’t said anything. ‘And everyone is the same?’ He continued looking at the picture, engrossed and mystified at it.

Daniel had made it sound like what I had just said was absolute bullshit. He’s very good at doing that.

I had to say something to alter the awkwardness.

‘But Chief Detective Cross…’ I started.

‘Yes, Michael?’ He looked at me sternly, looking pretty aggravated. He somehow said that with his teeth glued together. I wonder how people do that sometimes.

I sighed. I don’t want him to make me sound like dirt. ‘Nothing...’ I mumbled.

Daniel huffed vociferously, ‘Jesus! What goes on in your brain is equivalent to how much you contribute. I was getting somewhere until you interrupted me to say…’ He gave a pause for emphasis… To let me “think”.  ‘Yes you guessed it, nothing.’ He sounded pretty pissed off now.

He turned around back to his board. Examining it, very thoroughly.

‘Michael, just, just do some research on our five other victims…’ Daniel told me, leaning back on his chair and chilling out a little. ‘Sorry about the tone M&M, I’m just really, really, frustrated, this killer is a good one.’ Daniel said swinging and turning his chair at my direction…He seemed to be enjoying that chair.