Finding the serial killer

Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Jake’s POV

I had a feeling in my gut that Emily knew about this. She knew it was Captain all along, she knew the man I admired for his work ethics was actually a hoax. She always sees more than anyone would see, she knows things no one would ever try to think of. So, it’s only fair to think she was protecting him for some reason. Why did I not see it?

Emily is dangerous, and I knew it all along. Maybe it was one thing that makes her different than all of the woman I've kissed. But I still try to look past everything that must have lunged me in the opposite direction, everything that screamed red flag in bold-capital letters. She was right that I just don’t want to see the bad in people, she was right, especially when she used to tell me not everyone is human just because they have two legs, two hands, a highly capable brain and a heart. having a heart makes no human, having feelings in it does. I always knew she shows less how she feels, she tried to hide herself and pretends to be someone else, only if I knew before what she was trying to hide.

Neither of them is human. I was starting to hate her, thinking how easily she deceived me but then another thought clicked through my head, what if I'm just thinking that it’s all true because I feel the hate for her betrayal. Maybe it isn’t true, maybe I'm letting my judgement cloud my mind. I still thought I could be judging her too soon without any proof on my hands and that she isn’t as bad as I'm thinking she is. I wished I'm just judging her for false reasons she isn’t like that at all. I trusted her, she was my partner.

It's all too f*****g confusing. It’s messing with my head. Because thinking that she could be someone completely different from whom I thought she was will make it much harder to live on.

But turns out she’s been aiding a r****t and a murderer that too a person sitting on the high rank in public service. Why didn’t I ever doubted him? He was the one to act the most suspicious, first when we tried to made the arrest, than when he went ahead to arrest Robby himself and he ended up falling down the roof. Probably because I never thought he can possibly do something like this. How can he ever? He talks like he is such a righteous man who wants nothing but peace and justice, turns out he was the biggest wolf hiding among the sheep. He talks like he—

Fuck it. I jumped right on my feels. I feel like the more I try to tackle the situation in my head, the more my head will get messed up. So rather just quit it now. I would rather go and look for more proofs to convict him. I know just a tattoo on his arm won't do the job.

I take my laptop off the table, I take my car keys and a mask to cover my face and a cap to cover my head and left home. I'm too famous right now to be caught in public, they’ll destroy me with their questions if I'm ever seen. I cover myself the best I could to leave off.

Way to his home was a fairly long route. Longer because I had to take a detour along the less crowded area. I parked not in front of his house but far-far away. My car is common enough to be able to not be suspected for a few hours at least. I enter the passcode I'm kind of sure will be right. It’s the password of half of the accounts he has and for my favour his memory sucks, maybe because he’s old. The gate of the house if wrought iron, it opens up at my click. I let myself in.

I'm going to take a look myself. There will be something. Something that can help me today.

The plan of his house is fairly simpler than Robby’s house. it’s quarter to the size of that house. I think I can easily navigate. There is no one around right now, I know captain is single and has no children either to visit him out of the blue. He himself is too busy tonight cleaning the mess I made to be able to get home for a few more hours. I get in his bedroom first. The bedroom is striking, it’s decorated with every necessity my dad would prefer to have in his bedroom. And my dad is a rich man, Captain ain't rich. No public servant owns this kind of fortune no matter how important the job they have. Am amazed by how much money he’s put into this house just as I began to absorb the interior piece-by-piece.

The ceiling has five chandeliers falling down and as I turned them on from a remote control that laid on the bedside, they lighten up in a very enchanting light. It’s not too bright, just enough that you can enjoy the perfect romantic night. When I press another button on the control, the chandelier bloomed like flower. Opening up in different patterns and falling away from the ceiling. Not all of them together but in random order, like they themselves are following a rhythm. That’s mesmerizing for a few seconds until I realize this is not why I'm here. I click a button and a whole wall rotate revealing a TV as big as the wall, facing the bed. The bed is king-sized mahogany with geometrical patterns that requires more than a factory could produce. It was definitely imported from a great artisan abroad. While the decorations around the room is pure leather, the same leather the couch and center table had, the carpet is soft like cloud. The walls are pure white matching and the paint on the walls somehow shines under the blaze of the dancing chandelier. Every moment of the chandelier gives the room a new look, a new style.