geminus

#7 - troublesome

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Third Person

Robert couldn't contact any detective. He tried contacting some more, but it only ended up in voice mail. "The hell is this detective doin'?! Gettin' wasted in a Friday afternoon, that's fo' sure." He groaned in frustration.

As Robert tried contacting other detectives, he caught sight of a group of high school students ganging around one kid from afar. With his pent up frustration, he yelled, "Hey! Leave that kid alone or Imma kick yer sorry asses!", which made the delinquents run off. The bullied kid only stared at Robert for a while before walking away as well.

Robert only became even angrier with more frustration. "Fuckin' kids, I swear to the most high...," he muttered angrily. "Oi, John! Get yer ass over here!" He yelled at his pitiful coworker, who scurried over in an instant.

"Sir, we other police tried our best. We could hardly find any good evidence. The forensic team are on their way, so can't we just —"

"Pal, there ain't such a thing as good evidence! Criminal mighta used a banana fo' all we know. Gather everythin' you can find." He replied, still texting a detective.

"But sir, the corpses seem to have only been trashed in the dumpster. Anyway, we managed to identify the corpses' profiles and how they seem to have been killed."

Robert eyed the police funny, looking away from his phone. "Profile?"

"The corpses...," he showed him a clipboard. "Were those of the recently wanted kidnappers."

Robert couldn't believe his ears. "The kidnappers were murdered?"

"Mangled to ligaments, sir. The scratches, scars, and way the arms and legs were torn off were almost identical to how a bear would prey on their victims. It's almost like an animal is responsible for the killing, save for the stabs on two of the criminals' heads."

Killin' men in such a horrible way...an animal, fo' sure. "Well, is there finally somethin' from the townsfolk?" He asked, returning his attention to his phone.

The police sighed with a frown. "Completely nothing. We tried asking students from the school since this dumpster is just a few walks away from it, but the students have said that they know zero news about this. The way they reacted, though, was almost like they were lying."

"But they wouldn't lie 'bout somethin' as important as this," Robert argued, still staring at his phone.

"Or would they, now? They wouldn't lie...unless they did it themselves."

"Those students are kind!"

"Even the kindest chap out there can be tempted to pull the trigger, Captain Robert."

Robert frowned at the lieutenant. "It's not a wise thing for ya to blame those children for this murder. We won't jump 'to conclusions. Continue the search. We can't let any of the prosecutors think that they should drop this case."

The police nodded, his head hung low.

As he watched the police retreat to the dumpster, Robert sighed and returned his attention to his cellphone.

"Is it really not wise?"

Robert sighed. This Johnny boy went back here to finish his argument. How persistent. I don't even wanna look at his pathetic face right now.

"Yes, it isn't. Why'd we even consider that? Delia Academy of Arts is a private school famous for housin' respectable an' adorable children who know manners. Doin' anythin' stupid would harm their school's image, an' that image's what brings enrollees in. Parents get swayed like that, so the principal would kill the students immediately if they did somethin' like this." He kidded.