Cole and Cameron looked at each other both in search of some guidance. Cole broke the silence.
“This is a dream Kecky I’m going to wake up soon and none of this is going to matter because it’s not real, none of this has really happened.”
The sound of sirens and voices from outside stopped Cameron from replying.
“Get out there Cameron don’t let them in we need to protect the crime scene, this bastards got to have left us something this time.”
Cameron was eager to see the role the laptop was going to play, if any. However he knew it would be suicidal to the case letting a team of officer’s charge through the house like a bull in a china shop.
Cole eyed up the laptop unsure what to expect, he recalled the first case in the morning the arrow on Mr Finley’s hand had led to another clue. He wondered if this would be the same.
As he got closer to the laptop it became more evident that there was another clue. This time it came in the form of a post it stuck to the laptop. It read simply, OPEN ME, in black capital letters.
Cole flicked the screen of the laptop open, within a few seconds a word document appeared on the screen. Still struggling to comprehend whether this was reality or he was having an amazingly surreal nightmare Cole started to read.
“Do not pity me for I am a dirty pervert, I being the fat dead bastard sitting behind you. Words cannot explain how lightly I got off with the physical and mental harm I inflicted on vulnerable people during my miserable life. Only now have I faced any sort of JUSTICE for the crimes I committed. My passing will not give life back to others but it eradicates the chance of me spoiling a life ever again. You will find everything you need to know about me on this laptop.”
“P.s How foolish of me I nearly forgot. Firstly, I’m sorry about the dog let’s just say it was a casualty of war. Also you will need a cordless drill to remove the screws from my feet I needed to fix myself to the floor so I wouldn’t fall over, It’s not easy being this overweight. It might even be helpful for you to look in my mouth I couldn’t resist one last meal before my death.”
Cole closed the laptop and turned to face the victim. He couldn’t believe the audacity of the killer he had practically signed the letter on the laptop with his own signature. Once again the words from the recordings began to spin round his head.
“Call me Justice.”
Cole was curious to know more about Mr A. Thorne, he was unsure whether the guilt he was being consumed by was worthy of the victim. One thing which struck Cole as he moved closer to the lifeless body of Mr Thorne was that there was a much larger amount of blood than there had been at the first scene. He found that strange considering that Victim number one had more evident wounds than the victim now before him.
“Cole.” Said Cameron now back in from outside. Cole hadn’t even noticed the flashing lights and the sirens had stopped until now.
Cameron spoke again before Cole could reply.
“Forensics are on their way Cole sir I’ve sealed the scene and made sure no one is going to come in and out Sir.”
Cole was virtually hovering over the victim now. The victims head had been tilted back slightly; Cole figured this was to stop the mouth falling open. Curiosity had gotten the better of him he pulled a pair of rubber gloves from his back pocket and stretched them over his rough hands.
Cameron called out to him again.
“What have you found Sir?”
Cole could feel a sense of terror building in his stomach all sorts of possibilities as to what could be in the victim’s mouth were fizzing around his mind.
“He has something in his mouth Cameron!” Replied Cole
Cameron watched intrigued as Cole tried gently to open the victims mouth. He tilted the head forward and the jaw dropped open revealing the contents. Cole immediately snapped the jaw shut and tilted the head back. He looked towards the crotch area of Mr Thorne to verify what he thought he had just seen.
The dark stain seeping through the trousers of the victim left him under no illusion as to what it was. Cole turned and headed for the door he pushed himself past Cameron and left the house the same way he had entered. This time he wasn’t holding it in, as soon as he was clear of the conservatory door he leaned over and vomited heavily onto the lawn.
Cameron whom had followed him out now stood at the door. Cole stood up and turned to face him, looking rather pale and disgusted he began to talk.
“It was his penis Kecky, his penis was in his mouth.”