geminus

#8 - loudmouth

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Third Person

"Ah, that damn brat!" The father, whose name was Michael, yells at his cellphone. "Why? What'd Cassie say?"

"She dropped the phone on me. Said that she'd come home late. Sorry, brother, you can't get any info from her. Besides, I heard the incident happened when she was absent."

"Absent?" John, a lieutenant who is also an uncle, asked in confusion. "It happened on a Tuesday, right?"

The father nodded. "Yeah, Tuesday."

"I visited last Tuesday."

Michael scratched his head. "Ah, what day is it even? I barely look at the calendar anymore these days. My boss's been fuckin' me in the ass."

The police looked at his watch. "It's -"

The telephone rang. "Oh, Ma!"

"What?" Michael's wife, Helena, yells from the living room.

"Telephone's ringing!"

"Then pick it up!"

Michael sighs. "Fine."

"Are you always this loud?" John chuckled as he asked.

"Only when Cassie's gone. We didn't want her to be a loudmouth." He kidded.

He picked up the phone and was startled with the static sound.

"zzzt - Don't - zzzt."

"Wha..." Michael asks in confusion.

"The investigation - zzzt - continue - zzzt."

"Continue the investigation?"

"NO!"

"Ack!" He hung the phone up in an instant. "What the hell was that?"

"What is it?" John asked his brother with worry.

"Choppy call, for some reason. It was telling me that the investigation must not continue, or something."

"That again..." John mutters in frustration.

"You guys been getting these calls?"

"Not just calls. Emails, texts, posts on our official website that we just opened. Every form of messaging has been used. It's like thousands of people don't want the investigation of the murders to continue."

"Just what are you investigating?" Michael asked.

John sighed. "A brutal murder. Do you know the kidnappers that have been lurking around since last month? They got killed morbidly. And just this night I got a call from the station that a new corpse has been found that got killed the same way. Honestly, it's both disgusting and terrifying."

"Man, this is why I didn't want to be police like you. Where're the detectives?"

"We can't contact any of them! It's stressing Robert out so much. He wants the job done but we can't finish it without the detectives."

His brother patted his back. "I feel sorry for y'all. Wish I could do something to help."

John had an idea. "Maybe you can."