LINCOLN THE FALLEN ORIGINAL

23. COSMETOLOGIST!?

Josh's POV

"How are you so sure about it, he seems capable of doing a murder and get away with it." Amy said.

"I am not saying he isn't capable of doing such things, All I am saying is he isn't the killer," I said while staring at Amy in rear mirror.

"How do you know that, In many cases there are officers who had been found being guilty of murders. We should keep an open mind, there is chance that Sheriff could be our killer we didn't know ..," I interrupted and begun talking.

"Because he is my father...

...Yes... Sheriff John Decker is my father and that's how I know that he is not the killer."

"Why didn't you say that to us?" Oliv asked.

"I wasn't ready to bring my father's topic and I am not ready yet."

"Fine, Tell us when you feel like telling," Amy scowled.

The rest of the drive remained silent, We reached the house after a half an hour drive from the station. The grand father of Quincy Robertson is a ex Army man. All I able to pull from the internet was, Quincy parents died in car accident while she was a child, Since then she lived under the care of her grand father.

Amy and Oliv got out of the car as soon as I parked it in front the house.

"This must be the house I suppose," I said. They both didn't say anything, We walked to the door and knocked the door. A few moments later the door opened, showing us a huge dark figure in old brown coat and black pant, the man must be in his late 60s yet well built muscle, the coolest and scariest part is he was carring a shotgun in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth.

"Who are you people? better not be freaking media," he sounded intimidatingly.

Amy and Oliv turned their heads towards me with what the hell are we going to do now look on their faces.

"Sir, we are not media but we need to talk with you about something important... about your grand daughter." He stared at me with a questioning look on his face and turned his gaze towards Amy and Oliv.

"What is it," he asked.

"It's best if we talk this inside," Oliv said.

"Trust us sir, we need your help," Amy said.

"Okay fine, come on in," he invited us in. He asked us to sit in the sofa and he sat down on the wodden chair that is parallel to the sofa.

"Okay, now tell what is it about that you guys wanna to talk with me?"

"We are trying to find the person who killed your grand daughter and other girls, we need your help with it," I said.

"Are you trying to fool me, I have been trying to catch that killer for long time but I couldn't, Now you guys shows up out of nowhere and saying that you gonna catch the killer how do you expect me to believe this," he said.

"It may sound odd for you but it is the truth, we will catch the killer, it's just matter of time before we do," Amy said confidently.

"There is girl who is of same age as your grand daughter out there who is struggling in the hands of same lunatic who killed your grand daughter. She gonna die soon if we don't help her. So just help us without giving a second thought," Oliv said. He tightenend his grip on the chair at the mention of his grand daughter name. For a second I thought he gonna throw us out of his house but he returned to his normal posture and took a deep breath.