With Love, Your Killer (COMPLETED)

Chapter Fifteen

29th October, 2015 (Twenty-Four Days after the Murder).

09:45 PM.

“What was so important?” Ian asked the officers on duty as he strode into the station.

“We arrested a man who was stalking a young woman, Halsey Dickens, about two days ago. Today on interrogation, he admitted to knowing who killed Bethany,” a young police officer replied.

Alarm bells went off in Ian’s head, “What is his name?” he asked.

“Beet Wind. DNA showed that he’s wanted in Connecticut for the murder of Noona Stone.”

They strode into the interrogation room and Ian came face to face with a wispy, balding man. Ian recognized him immediately – he had been at Bethany’s funeral.

“Mr. Wind,” Ian greeted.

“Call me Beet. Odd name isn’t it?” the man said. He had a high pitched voice, like the kind of voice a talking Barbie doll would have. It gave Ian goosebumps.

The man continued, “I mean, you name your child Beet and expect him not to be a monster? Mama said she gave me that name because I reminded her of a beetle.”

Beet laughed as he gesticulated towards the chair facing him, “Sit down detective,” he offered happily, like he was holding a grand party, and Ian was his prized guest. Ian sat down and looked at the man. Beet had the coldest eyes he had ever seen. It was like looking into a black hole.

“Tell me what you know about Bethany,” Ian said.

The man’s countenance changed, and his voice was filled with rage, “That mean bitch deserved to die.”

“How so?” Ian asked calmly.

“She was cruel. I could not forgive that. Even if I could, she was smart. Being smart is completely unforgivable,” he yelled as he stood up in anger.

Ian smiled at him, “Sit down please.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to be impolite.” Beet sat back down with a smile, and smoothed his shirt.

“Did you kill Bethany?” Ian asked.

He looked Ian in the eye, as his own started to fill up with tears, “I will kill the person who killed her. For denying me that privilege. Everything is ruined.” He put his face in his hands and began to cry hysterically. Ian saw the officer who followed him in, shake his head with disgust at Beet’s behavior.

Ian waited till Beet’s wails subsided, then asked, “Who did it?”

“I won’t tell you. You’re using a trick on me,” he said as he shook his head and turned away.

“I'm not using a trick on you.”

Beet stopped crying, and his voice was again filled with rage, “If I tell you, you’ll make an arrest. And we can’t have an arrest when we’re planning a murder can we?” he asked coldly.

“Bethany wanted me. We would have been together forever and it was taken away from me… from us,” he continued.

“Did Bethany ever say she wanted you?”

“Of course. So many times. She was too shy to tell me herself, but she made me know for months – while she ate, while she bathed, while she touched herself…,” he trailed off.

The man was clearly unhinged. He was a textbook case of a sociopath, and Ian knew he would have to tread carefully to get the information he needed.

Ian looked around and whispered, “You can trust me.”

“Hah! I clearly can’t. I thought I could trust Mariah, but after giving herself to me completely, she threatened to leak our secret. Noona was not trustworthy as well. Humans can’t be trusted.”