Beautiful Pain

Chapter 7

"The facts are always friendly, every bit of evidence one can acquire, in any area, leads one that much closer to what is true."

Carl Rogers

Solomon's head felt as though it were wrapped in cotton wool. His thoughts were muddy, messy, unclear. He had been told two more bodies had been found, a female, similar to the last, and a male, found close by with the same signature markings as the girls. It just didn't make sense.

He was sure the killer was targeting females only. Why did the killer break his pattern? The finding of a male body threw his initial theories out the window.

He had taken a phone call on the way in from one of the constables advising him to hurry, as the crowd was already building up around the crime scene. Solomon hated crime scene viewers with a passion. They had no consideration for the victims, if they did, then they would not go about senselessly destroying whatever evidence remained.

The road to Vanapa is not sealed. The surface of the road is covered in mumu stones. Long Kunai grass is shaded by giant majestic Rain trees, their surfaces covered in moss and other ferns and exotic parasites. The air is always cool along the road all the way down to Brown River.

As Solomon drove, he saw the bare savannah grass land area, shaded by a couple of shiny bark gum trees. Five large pot holes mark the entrance of the clearing. He parked the car, and walked down to the river, following the goat track.

The local settlers, the Goilalas had started building in numbers, circling the crime scene on the edge of the river bank.

The Goilalas are remarkably small people, dark skinned strong facial features, they have slight builds and most have protruding stomachs.

Solomon could hear the local police yelling at the crowd

"Inia gabu, katania ma siri!" in Police Motuan, loosely translated to "Leave this place and go away".

The water current was running fast and high due to the rainy season. The few traditionally built pole houses on the bank were brimming with water up to the floor level. Small canoes and banana stump rafts were tied off and floating around the houses, the current pulling their ropes taut.

Solomon stood a clear one and a half feet above the heads of the crowd, eventually, his impatience got the better of him and he bellowed out to the crowd in English "Move!" the crowd reluctantly divided, allowing him clear passage to the aftermath of an insane man's playtime.

A/N:

Hey all, shorter chapter (sorry!) but atleast you got three chapters today.

Again; any questions: just ask.

Lots of Chilli and Jam,

-CJ