His and Her Circumstances

Chapter One

The stench of blood filled the air. As Detective Adam Smith entered the crime scene, there was blood smeared all over the places – the walls, the ground, street light pole. Many of the policemen vomited at the sight of the butchered body as the sickening smell of metal and rotten flesh got into them.

"How can you stand all of these, Detective Smith?" his assistant asked as he covered his nose with the back of his hand, tried his best not to vomit.

"Bad luck to you for being my assistant on the first day, Walton. I suggest that you get used to all this. You will see even worse than this in the future." Detective Smith replied.

To think that the killer has the guts to do all this in my area.

"It's like a work of a monster. How could someone do something like this?" It's the first time Detective Walton see such a scene. He never thought someone would be so cruel to do such a thing to women.

"Identity?" asked Detective Smith.

A policeman came forward and read the file. "Emma Scarlet, 25 years old, worked at a nursery a kilometer away from here."

"Her relationships with the other victims?"

"She didn't have a relationship with the others." the policeman replied.

He really do this for fun.

Anger got to Detective Smith. He was so lost in the moment that the anger could be seen through his eyes. His fists stayed firmly by his side as he tried to calm down. He then quietly took steps away from the crime scene.

"Where we going, Detective Smith?" Detective Walton quickly followed him from the back. Just as Detective Smith about to reply, he saw August coldly staring at them from afar. He did not like August's stare at all. It felt like August would slice his throat any time. It's the eyes of a killer.

August Mackay.

"Mr Mackay." Detective Smith came forward.

"Detective Smith. Is it another murder case by that man again?" August's eyes turned to see the crime scene. It was dark so he could not see the what happened in the back of the alley — the crime scene. The light street did not work well.

"Unfortunately. Mr Mackay, what are you doing here?"

August turned his eyes back to Detective Smith and let out a fake smile like he always do. "I was on my back home from studying at my friend's house."

This brat is lying.

"Mr Mackay, I suggest you quickly go back to your house. This crime scene will only bring you bad memory. Moreover, you're an underage with a status. We wouldn't want a kidnapping to happen."

"Yes, you're right. I hope you will catch my mother's murderer quickly before that man kill another one."

His words annoyed the hell out of Detective Smith. He tried his very best to capture the criminal but he would always fail. August's words was as if he was mocking Detective Smith. It was if August was challenging him.

"Poor him." said Detective Walton as they watched August's back who had left them behind. Detective Smith could only look at his assistant in disbelief.

August was alone in the big house like he used to. It had been three weeks since his mother died. His father did not come home since his mother's death. He did not even come to the his wife's funeral. He was so busy with his works, went to several countries just to expand his company.

August remembered the night his mother died. He called his father to inform him about the incident. But all his father said to him in the phone was —

You finally killed her? Why are you silent? Don't act like you are sad. You're the one who can't stand looking at her being so pitiful.

August snapped from his memory lane as his phone rang. He reached out to his phone and saw Edith on his caller ID. A slight annoyance was shown in his face. He then threw his phone to his bed. The phone went silent then rang again a few seconds later. He ignored it once again.

The phone then went silent. August stared at his phone.

She doesn't call again.

August quickly reached out to his phone and called Edith.

Edith gave up the idea to call August after trying twice. Edith missed him. He just left her house two hours ago and she already missed him. She wanted to hear his voice again before going to sleep but she cancelled the idea. August probably did not like late night calls. Just as she was about to get ready to sleep, her phone rang.

It's him.

She quickly reached out to her phone.

"August!"

"Turn down your volume." August replied coldly. "Why are you calling? Keep it short."

"I miss you." She blurted. She found her bed to be cold and lonely. She missed his muscular arm that was wrapped around her just few hours ago.

Her room was filled with flowers but his scent still lingered in her room. His scent heightened up her sense of missing him.

August stayed silent.

"August? You're still there?" Edith continued as she could hear him sighed. "I love you, August."

"You..." August finally spoke up. Edith's face lighted up from just his voice.

"Yes, August?"

"You disgusts me."

End of Chapter One

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Author's Note:
Hi there,
Thank you for reading this. This is my first time writing romance-thriller story. Tbh, I planned this story for a few months already but I couldn't post it right away because I was (and still am) busy updating Cupid for My Love + school works.
I have no regular schedule to update this so I want to apologise ahead of time because I may or may not update this in the nearest future. Please vote and comment if you like this story. Your votes and comments will motivate me to update this story quickly.
Thank you for time.