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“(Pick up the knife, pick it up)” The voice pestered.
“No!” He shouted. “He-lp me-e, h-elp me…” he screamed.
“You will die a slow and painful death,” the voice continued, “your killer will never be found; your death will remain a mystery.” The words kept ringing in his head as he struggled and staggered towards the door in pain.
The loud knock had woken the town sheriff. It was officer Walden that’d come to deliver the bad news. “His body was mutilated,” He told the sheriff as they hurried back to the crime scene.
The cuts on him were stab wounds definitely from a knife; he couldn’t believe his nice jolly friend was gone, killed in the most gruesome way. “He didn’t deserve to die this way,” he lamented. He was just an old man trying to live a quiet life.”
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To God Almighty am grateful to you. And to my lovely brother Emmanuel Okonicha for your suggestions, thank you.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichChapter 1
“(Pick up the knife, pick it up)” The voice pestered.
“No!” He shouted. “He-lp me-e, h-elp me…” he screamed.
“You will die a slow and painful death,” the voice continued, “your killer will never be found; your death will remain a mystery.” The words kept ringing in his head as he struggled and staggered towards the door in pain.
The loud knock had woken the town sheriff. It was officer Walden that’d come to deliver the bad news. “His body was mutilated,” He told the sheriff as they hurried back to the crime scene.
The cuts on him were stab wounds definitely from a knife; he couldn’t believe his nice jolly friend was gone, killed in the most gruesome way. “He didn’t deserve to die this way,” he lamented. He was just an old man trying to live a quiet life.”
Everything seemed quite different from what she remembered. She strolled to the old library she used to visit with her father and then to the community Church her family attended, she wondered if the old Bishop Thomas was still alive since they had a new Bishop.
“They’re just lousy memories,” she said as she turned to leave when immediately a disheveled man startled her.
“Agent Both!”
“It’s Buth.” she corrected.
“Whatever,” he mocked. “I heard you were in town, why did you come back.”
She figured out she was speaking to a resident, even though she didn’t know him. Though she’d changed a lot, she was all grown and looking gorgeous with a dark hair that fell freely on her shoulder and an oval face with dark freckles. She’d left large Ville, when her maternal grandmother had taken her to live with them because she’d lost both her parents to a ghastly accident many years before now. Though she was quite too little to understand at the time, she knew she was not going to see her parents again.
“Did you know Mr. Ditty?” she asked the man.
“How does that put food on my table?” He replied, chewing a sugar stick.
“I thought you'd be concerned since he was a good man.” She said.
“He-he-he…, still doesn’t put food on my table honey.”
“Stop by the station if you have any information that would be of interest to us.” She told the man.
Two weeks earlier.
(Phone beeping…)
“Hello sir.”
“Agent Buth,” the caller said, you’re needed in large ville city. It’s murder, resume immediately.”
“Yes sir.” She said.
“Agent Buth, George recommended you.”
“I’ll do my best sir.” She replied.
Chapter 2
He was indifferent about of the news of his father, with coldness in his eyes he denied meeting with the old man on the day he was killed. His mother Maria, the ex-wife of the deceased remained silent when they’d visited her home to tell her the unfortunate news, she’d let a quiet sigh that sounded like a relief when they’d started to leave, that was why Agent Buth was sure she knew something.
“Where’s your wife?” His mother walked in looking agitated.
“I don’t know; she’d probably gone to the supermarket, she didn’t say.”
“And you didn’t ask?”
“No.” he said nonchalantly.
“I suspect Elena knows something she’s not telling us; I think it has to do with shotty.”
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“I know she is meeting someone. You have to watch her closely. We don’t want to be taken by surprise do we?”
“Why did Kass lie about meeting with his dad, when he had in fact visited the old man twice on that fateful day? He’s definitely hiding something,” Agent Buth said.
“That’s true,” the sheriff replied as he pulled over at a small coffee shop.
“He looked unusually tensed and in a hurry to return home that evening,” the old couple that owned the shop told them. “But he’d assured us all was well, we watched him leave, and the following day we heard the sad news.”
“Isn’t that Alice wandigo?” The old lady that owned the coffee shop asked, pointing at a dark petite lady that was about to enter the old library close to the shop.
