Finding the serial killer

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Jake's POV,

“What I've learned until now is only that you are dangerous. Good thing we are on the same side.” I want to laugh but it’s too quiet around to let any shriek to go unnoticed.

“Good thing for you.” that was our last conversation. We took on separate paths after that. following the path of the kitchen that opened up to the living area connecting the second floor through a flight of stairs raising from the rightmost wall. Of course, offices aren’t on the first floors, they are usually where not many people will gather around, so I followed the path to the second floor. And things just got more drastic than before.

On both my sides there are no lights, all I can see through the flashlight there are more than three rooms on all sides. They all look the same, identical. Door about nine-ten feet tall, all brown, all with similar carvings, similar knobs. I started from my right. Now, if by mistake I opened door with someone inside, who isn’t asleep or at least drunk, I'm done. And there are too many doors to risk that.

I'm standing in front of the first room. No will to see what’s on the other side. there is no keyhole either. How can I possibly know who is in there without opening the door?

I thought long and hard, I almost dialed Emily’s number, but always decided against it since I'm not sure if she has her phone on silent. There is a way. I can get the blueprints of this building, there will be a cope at the precinct. I hope it’s not too old.

I got my phone out and myself behind the curtain. “Patel, I need a favor…”

I waited behind those curtains all the time it took him to search through for the blueprints and send them to me. The office must be on the third floor. I followed the path of the stairs bringing me to the last floor. I went in the study as the blueprint said. It had been just seven years sine this building was rebuilt, so there is no possibility of renovation. The blueprint was actually perfect.

She was already there. Rummaging the papers in the drawers. “What the heck took you this long?”

“I didn’t know it was supposed to this floor, if you’d just called and tell me, we wouldn’t be wasting time like this.”

“Look there,” Emily said getting all my attention she was pointing to a photo frame as big as the wall that we stood facing. The man with a woman were in the photo on the back wall, they were exactly who we were looking for. Their wedding picture, the man held the hands of the woman, the same hands she has that tattoo on. “He is the one.”

“Fuck.” It’s the second time we’ve had similar expressions. “Are you kidding me? He wasn’t running any illegal clientele he was doing it. he was the one who did all this?” I'm angry, and shocked. There are his other pictures, the more recent ones. This man looks so much older. At least forty or more, his hair has turned grey on the sides, he smiles with wrinkles around the eyes. when he should be sensible, he is going around r****g young girls. He disgusts me more than that serial murderer.

“Don’t waste more time.” Emily kicked on my shin. “Take anything remotely suspicious. We want everything and we are out of here.” I nodded. I can't in hell manage to say any word until the shock soaks in.

I started the search. All the drawers, all the cabinets, all the folders and files. Every furniture. I won't say we didn’t find anything suspicious. I didn’t find anything that wouldn’t make me sus, but we had to sift through the things that were more suspicious. His computer had a world of things that should be of help. This man must be retarded to keep all these records on one place. The accounts, a huge amount was being transferred every week to some known account number, the bank isn’t American. Why would he transfer thousands of dollars to anyone?

I copied all the financial reports.

But just these won't be enough to prove Nick’s innocence. We kept looking.

“Hey, look here.” I ran up to Emily. There was a box filled with SD cards she pulled out of a drawer. It was in a separate zip-lock bag, all dating as far back as to 2010.

“What the hell would it be?”

“Take them all.” I put it separately on the floor with the earlier records and moved on to the next.

The book shelves reached high to the floor, how is this retard paying so much attentions to all the best pieces of literature around the world. The book shelves take up to half the walls of this gigantic and I fear it will take too long for us to sift through this pile.

“You start from that side, I'll start here.” Emily and I started from the polar opposite. We were searching in the book shelf when around the middle area when we pulled a book that made a very strange noise, and loud took. We both almost jumped when by pulling a book the shelf shifted on one side and like magic a secret passage was opened. It smells like mould and dust and moisture. Uh! hateful, but I needed courage to get in. We went inside. “What the hell?”

“Yeah, what the hell?” if I was a criminal, this will be my secret stash too. video recording dated from 2010 till now all laid in front of my eyes. “These must be the CCTV footages.” We took one and inserted it in the player that was connected to a cathode Ray tube TV. It’s been years I haven’t seen TVs this obsolete, but at least it’s useful for me now. but before we can even play it far enough, violent footsteps began to rummage loud through the house.

“Emily, someone is coming.” I pulled her by hand. “Hide.” We had to hide in the cupboard, no place is safe. We can't be caught breaking and entering. Before catching the culprit, we will end up in prison.

We stayed on the corners like rats until the footsteps calmed down.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” we took all we can, stuff it in the bag. And made a run out to our car.