The Search

18. Prutha

Nothing was making sense to me anymore. How could someone expect me not to be confused about it all? This was getting on my nerves. There were simply far too many questions that needed answers. 

What was happening in the town? Who was on the killing spree? Did it all start twelve years ago? Then why the gap? Was the killer taking a vacation? Twelve year long vacation? Were the deaths twelve years ago actually murders? All of them having a coin exactly same but not any currency a coincidence? Then why didn't it look like murder twelve years ago? Was my father murdered? How was Matthew's mother connected to all this? 

As I said, far too many questions. 

How had I gotten myself at this stage? 

Detective Ryan had called earlier this morning asking me to come to the station. I was thankful for it. Having not heard anything from the detective since the New Year's Eve, almost a week ago, my nerves were kind of wrecked. I needed the answers and hopefully I would be getting them today. 

James hadn't been home so Ayden had volunteered to come with me. Butt had offered to come but we thought it wasn't necessary; we would be able to manage. Ayden wasn't my legal guardian, but at least he was eighteen if I was supposed to be under adult supervision at the station.  

"Secret organization" Ayden said beside me. 

"Huh?" I asked. 

"The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that's what it is" Ayden said. 

"Again, HUH?" I said. 

"It all makes sense. See, all these murders; clue one. The super-secret coin that no one knows about but found near all the dead bodies; clue two. Suddenly a series of deaths is brought into light from twelve years ago and turns out they had a coin just like that too; clue three. The next thing you know, some mafia kind of super-secret organization would be told about" Ayden said. 

"Huh" I said, pondering about it. 

"Would you say anything other than 'huh', please?" Ayden commented with a scowl "I am giving out fantastic theories here and all you are saying is huh" 

"No I'm actually considering that possibility" I told Ayden. 

"You are?" Ayden asked with disbelief clear in his voice. 

"Makes sense" I said "Detective Ryan clearly told us that the people who died twelve years ago, they were all rich. It's not hard to believe. I can imagine my father being a part of a secret country club. Plus throw those coins to the equation and that could be the the answer." 

"So that way, these are not the random murders" Ayden said "You think someone is killing all the members of this group?" 

I shrugged. 

"What kind of group can it be?" Ayden asked. 

"I don't know" I said. 

"Do you remember if your father had interest in any particular kind of thing? That coin looks ancient so something related to knights, Templars?" 

"I don't know" I said "I hardly remember my father. The memories are so less that I can't even relate to him as a person. I wish that wasn't the case but I was five and memories fade over the years." 

Ayden reached for my hand and squeezed it. 

"It's okay" he said. 

I felt a twinge of pain in my chest. 

"Sometimes I wonder if I would have been this calm if I had known him better" I said, letting the emotions flow. "I mean, I am not exactly moaning, am I? I wonder if that's normal. I am supposed to be the girl whose father might have been murdered by a serial killer who is running lose in the town. I feel guilty that I cannot feel any outrageous emotions."