The Evil Inside

3. The Hidden Truth

     Max stood there in the judge's chambers with a puzzled look on his face, as what the judge had just told him was the last thing he expected to hear. How can someone be charged, much less arrested if they have no idea who that person is. How can guilt or innocence be established if they cannot even prove the man's identity. There were so many questions bouncing around in his brain, but Max chose to go with what he believed was clearly the most pressing one to ask.

     "What do you mean you don't know?" Max asked, as he didn't think it was possible to get more confused than he already was.

     "Almost two months ago, there was a traffic accident." The judge answered, passing a file folder to the young attorney. "One man was killed when his vehicle struck your client's car after running a red light."

     "So what you're saying," Max started, "Is that my client didn't cause this accident?"

     "He did not." The judge answered.

     "Then why the hell am I here?" Max said, obviously frustrated by the case already.

     "The charges come from what was discovered in the car," The FBI agent said as he stepped in.

     "I'm sorry," Max said, looking up at the nicely dressed agent who was about a decade older than him. "But who the hell are you?"

     "This is Special Agent Wilson," The judge answered, "He's a member of the FBI's behavior analysis unit."

     "Pleasure to meet you," Agent Wilson said as he handed another file over to Max. "After your client was removed from his car and sent to hospital, we found two dead bodies in the trunk. Autopsies on both vics proved that they were already dead at least twenty-four hours before the accident."

     Max looked at the photos and some of the key details stuck out for him. From the way the young girls were bound, the color of their hair and even their slender figures. He couldn't' believe what he was looking at. "Are you trying to tell me that..."

     "Yes," The fed answered.

     Max sat back in his seat and a deeply sighed, as there was a good chance his vacation just got cancelled: this was a case of capital murder. "I don't understand. You think my client killed these girls, but you don't know who he is?"

     "That is the current conundrum in a nutshell." The judge confessed.

     "We've ran his blood, his DNA, and fingerprints through every database we have access to." Wilson added, "And even a few other databases we had no business accessing, and still nothing came up. No priors, no record, just nothing."

     "Have you interviewed my client?" Max asked, "Was he even read his rights?"

     "He hasn't been formally charged yet." The judge answered.

     "Why not?" Max demanded.

     This is when the DA finally spoke up.

     "We don't know who he is." Aaron simply said, "The suspect was in a coma all this time and only woke up two days ago."

     Max paused and then grinned as he figured out what was going on. "He doesn't remember a damn thing, does he?"

     "I'm afraid not," The judge confirmed, "Not even his own name."

     "We've sent John Doe's photo to every law enforcement office that has a fax machine." Agent Wilson continued, "So far, we've had no response to any of our queries but there's were it gets even more complicated.