Cold Corpse

Chapter 4- A letter for you

1989, September 22nd

By the day, the coffee shop is filled with fierily orange light. College students and business men would occupy the place to taste the warm cup of coffee to keep them alive through the day. A few customers carrying dark shade under their eyes while tapping their tip fingers on their keyboards. The store is loaded of murmurs and chit chat about their lives.
Mr. Fred would be hanging around his office, feet on his desk while a box of donuts sitting on his stout. The man picked a hazelnut donut and examined it before eating the sweets in his mouthwatering.
The employees are busy taking care of the customers. From left to right there was trouble like caramel coffee spilling on the dark amber wooden floor, complains of the wrong order. It's been a few weeks since their opening and the place is already swarming with individuals.

Finally, the midnight blue has taken over the sky and sprinkles of lights spread across. The crescent moon smiled down at the town detectives finishing their shift. They didn't speak to each other while preparing their belongings in bag. As the two left, waving their friends goodbye. They got in the silver painted car and drove off. "Hey, Sasha, You've been awfully quiet from the past few days. Is there something wrong?" She had her head turn to him and slightly slanted to the side. Her face showed nothing more than concern in her eyes.

Sasha had his eyes focus on the road, his lips folded unsure if he wants to say what he found last week. "I'll tell you in a safe place." He said, he gulped and sweat ran down his forehead. His body felt hot and greasy. He was nervous at the outcome. He was nervous about the serial killer.

They showed up in the police department and rashly to take her to the desk. Sasha shoved her down on the rolling chair and leaned down, their noses almost touches. Andee was confuse on how Sasha is acting. "What's been happening?" they made eye contact. "Promise me, you still trust me." Andee glances upward, her mouth having a small gap in between and loose. Her eyes are fixed as if she's looking at something a yard behind his head. Her brows creased and face tense and scoffed. Sasha made his face straighter than a poker player and says "Do you trust me?" He asked, there were tears forming in his eyes just by looking into her. His lips is quivering and tired eyes was exposed to the young lady. "Of course, Sasha. What are you tal-" Before she could finish her sentence. The Chief Superintendent appeared. "Mr. Sasha Vorperian..." He hold out the result of the forensic.

"You are under arrest for multiple murders. Anything you say or do will be use against you in court." Andee has her eyes stuck on Sasha. The man didn't complain and stood straight. "Wait..." Andee tightly grip onto his hands "No, no, no, no... That's not true." She whined. Sasha let go of her hands and followed the police officers to arrest him.

Andee tried to follow them but Edson blocked her off. "I'm sorry, Detective Hortox." She attempted to slip from his grip but she was too weak to fight now. Now, that she's emotionally unstable. Her mental mind was screaming for him but in reality she was torn silent at her place. He leaded her to his office and had her sit down. "I know it's a lot but the autopsy showed multiple nails, hair and skin cells matches Sasha. We found DNA of his blood in the hotel. Remember he has a slashed on his palm? He used his hand to write on the words."

Andee gazed upon the concrete floor and never acknowledge what he's saying as if he'd been speaking a language she couldn't understand. The women was burning with anger, and her heart fell silent. But her mind was blank and her eyes turned wide as she stared at him in horror. She searched her mind to say something reasonable but she left the office without a word.

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She reached in a bottle of wine under her bed that she's been keeping for three years. She is not the alcoholic type of person nor the ambitious one. Andee just felt like drinking alone and process what happened. She didn't bother to use a glass since it'll be a waste of time and energy, but then again, she's all drained out. She chugged the bottle for a couple of seconds and a few droplets streaming down to her chin and dripping. She leaned her back on her bed and rest the bottle on the fluffy caramel like carpet. Her brain stutters for a moment and her eyes take in lighter than she expected, every part of her goes on pause while her thoughts catch up.

The bottle is almost empty and Andee slumped on her side as if dead, but merely unconscious. Her hands gripped the bottle in her sweaty palm hands, her eyes swiveling towards the back of her head in an anxious sense of a headache. Andee's breath was the underlying reason of the smell of alcohol that entered her own nostrils, and her mouth was sore from the amount of alcohol that she chugged down her throat. Her eyes half opened slowly drifting off. Her apartment door creaked open as a man was standing before. She could only see the shiny dark shoes she's been staring and everything was blurry. She didn't know that her drink has been tampered by the man who entered the room. She dozed off.

A few hours has past and Andee have woken up on her bed. She looked around for the person she saw in her room for a moment. She viewed down a scented and stained A4 paper on her lap. She read the words with her mind:
"He was getting in our way,
I had to do that. At least I didn't murder him...
For now."