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CHAPTER 4

A burly looking man, with a handlebar moustache, opened the zip to some extent. "Where's the head?"

"It started to get, hmm, reduce into bloodshods. We have kept it in a plastic case."

He looked up at Pelly. "Where's your subordinate?"

Pelly thought before he carefully answered. "She is on sick leave."

"She got freaked out by it, you mean to say."

"Err, yes"

It wasn't a fault to admit, he thought. "I won't say on you. Nobody would want to do anything here". He made a gesture with his hands, a subtle disapproval. Anyone who has ambitions wouldn't get caught in some town where not even nothing happened. The precinct's sub office was for just a namesake. They really weren't police, he knew that. Maybe Antonia will be indifferent to the fact. But Pelly couldn't be. Actually, he wasn't at first. But then he resigned, monthly sweeping the dust off the thrills of a long lost past.

"The MEV will be here soon. And the head, you messed up preserving it."

It wasn't a question. Pelly knew better to answer it.

"The thing looks offbeat. The veins don't look blunt."

Pelly thought it to be unnecessary. After all, it's not his action. I have had my own share, you random const.

"I noticed it. Like ropes get when pulled taut."

The man's eyes lighted up, impressed. He wasn't after all an old hag.

"Not even Strojski can tear apart a man's head" He paused, considering whether he should say it. No, he need not.

"Any witnesses?"

"It happened near a florist. The killer escaped with the owner's Vespa." Gerald nodded.

"Bring upon the plastic case."

Gerald made way to the map on the wall, where Pelly had marked the spot in red. The road was a stretch, just the right length for shopping streets. Had there been more witnesses? There can-coul-should be.

It was in the North part of Restate. There was just forest cover after that, kilometers of them. They were high walled, part of the nearby state's sanctuary. The killer must have come from the South, so many people might have seen him. If the florist can give a good description.

It was some time before he noticed that Pelly hadn't come back yet.

"Excuse me, Pelican. SEARGENT" He added in a high note.

He moved over to the other side, where the archives were. He entered and saw a shell-shocked Pelly holding the plastic case. A dark liquid dripped from it.

Pelly turned around, managing some of the shock to transpose. "Gerry, the head."

"Yes, where is it?" Gerald made for the side bench.

"This is it" Pelly held up a thin casing.

"What?"

"The head, I told you it was a bit messy when I took it up. Now, only this remains." It can't be blood, it was bit shade purple.

Gerald couldn't believe him, but he need not lie. The head has mysteriously disappeared. Maybe someone took it. But no, the truth was staring right at his face, the purplish slick liquid.

"Something's not right." Pelly nodded.

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Andy was sick, the worst she had over the past couple of decades. Of course, she wasn't the better of it. The heat rapidly expanding towards the extremities of her body made her shiver. Maybe Pelly can come home early.