Detective Carleton Lavely, hell-bent on solving a serial murder case, embarks on a daring escapade into the unknown when he finds out what he is after is a deadly immortal, who has to kill in order to live forever.
Finding the real killer could req...
Carl shut his notepad and looked out through the slim windows. The day was clear and warm. Under the early rays of sun, the frost was melting down the sloping roofs of the cottages on the other side. Carl moved his spyglass from the rooftops to the empty corridor. Zooming in, he wiped the end-piece with a rag. Disturbed by the movements amidst the weeping cypress plants on the wide lawn in front of the cottage, he focused the lens over it. An old man was dragging his humped back out of the tangled shoots. Sliding out of the shrubbery he heaved a tool and began to aerate the soil.
Revenge... rivalry... thrill of killing...
Thrill of killing seemed to be the most plausible of the list. Because rivalry or revenge as a motive would need all three soldiers connected in one or the other way. And as per the office records and from the statements of other Majors and Sentinels on the report made by John Scott, the first two deceased men were totally unrelated, both in terms of teams as well as families. They were as good as strangers outside the headquarters.
It should be a serial killer. The more he thought about it, the notion kept getting stronger. If it was so then there was going be another death within the next few days—fourth death of the fourth week, in all likelihood to Lord Besset's ill anticipation.
Lost in thoughts, Carl took a walk across the room and halted by the windows on the other side. The verdant orchard with apple laden trees caught his wandering sight. There, he noticed the Vermit woman from the previous day shovelling the snow away from the young trees and mulching their roots. After a short lapse of time, having done with her work there, she heaved the shovel and climbed up the stairs to the upper level of the orchard that comprised of the adult trees teeming with fruits. Carl stuck his spyglass and observed the lush foliage. The Vermit woman was gathering the fruits into a wicker. When the wicker was filled to its brim, she slid about four to five apples into her loose coat of coarse wool.
"You've got a nerve, Woman," Carl muttered. His thoughts quickly shifted to the murders. Murder for robbery had been ruled out in the primary investigation by the personnel. The weapons used by military were made of high-cost Bastial steel. The swords and dirks belonging to each personnel, few hundred taneens in their wallets along with Major Scott's silver scripture-ring were left untouched.
All of a sudden a tootle came from the estate gate waking the placidity of the morning. Alarmed, the woman picked up the shovel in haste and resumed shovelling the snow off the roots. The horn went out again and Carl rushed back to other side.
A sentry was supposed to be present on the other side of the gate. Perhaps, he was absent, so a guard from the inside had gone to the gate and after a short inquiry through the peephole, he had let the visitor in a metallic blue Skyler-III military car in.
This happening hit Carl with a new thought. He picked up his pen and notepad.
revenge
rivalry
thrill of killing
Gree
an insider
He jotted down the fifth motive into the list and sighed. It was time to start crossing things out.
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Bastial steel: Pricey steel (fictional)
Taneen-currency of Aristos
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