THE LOST MEMORY

CHAPTER 17

It was 12th of August, Carla was in her room readying herself for the William's investigation. She pulled herself in a red satin blouse with a pair of Woric jeans and a white woolen coat that fitted her instincts. Her hair was tousely combed back into a small bun that accentuated the delicate shape of her lined silvery face. When she went into the lawn,the wind was cold and breezy. The air was layered with thick mist,the dew scattered ovr the fine thin grass blissfully mesmerized the morning. She drove at silent pace,vigilantly scanning the Dirten street. The streetlights flanked through the doorways of some cottages;chandeliers gleamed enchantingly and the sky was icy grey. It was 6:30a.m when she finally walked through the pavelion of the office. She saw the streaming crowd gathered at the hall,cameramens switching opposite of halls and the detectives with handouts and files. When she opened the door,the silence deepened and everyone glanced at her.

"Hi Carla, we're ready," the silence broke.

The investigative reporter, Kainley West, the detective, Jack and Jestly, Investigative Justice Marinda Lee and few other cameramens ventured across the parking. Jack drove the van at steady speed in Gungsten street and Carla settled ambivalently beside him. The dark ,cobbled,narrow street reminisced her of the car that followed her one morning.

" After a few yards we will have to turn to Old Rogers Road," Kainley confessed in a low tone.

Carla's eyes roved at every angle in the road which impressed insolency. The sunlight scattered through the trees when they turned to the road, the road grew and the mist dispersed. After a long drive they came to this old,relating village where Mr. Willows had lived. She felt the dark shadows of fate that enveloped the village;the villagers were blown off into long distances for the torment that followed everyone. It was utterly empty and isolated.

"We finally came," said Miranda with a sigh.

The house was old,abandoned,the roof was sagged inwardly and the walls were painted with white that had stained over the years. The windows were mullioned and sombre associates the growing dullness. Carla and the others limped out. Philodendrons creepily drooped from the balconies. Everyone crepted in to the house. Inside it was quiet and cool. The cameraman started picturing shots of the house. Time passed by restelessly. Fingerprints and drips of blood on the floor was sampled. Carla and Jack went to Mr. Willows room. The bedsheets were soaked up with dried smears of blood and they hurried closer for further checks.

"I have already jotted down few important information," Kainley said as he walked across the hall.

Marinda and Jestley was in deep conversation.

"The man who we suspected crime will be checked this late evening with our samples," Marinda said.

Who have had such a determination to kill this innocent man, Carla wandered. The whole house was examined...