Finding the serial killer

Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Jake's POV,

“That was a plot. Their plan was fool proof, who would’ve thought.” I chugged down a glass of water. Since my father was somehow friendly with Captain in the past, does it mean he could also be connected to Robby and his brothel business? I need more water. I get up to get a refill from the refrigerator.

“They were the one to record secretly all they used to do in the torture house. they set it all up in a way to keep them save. I'm sure they even have a customised list of all the perps.” I don’t know if dad could be the one. I don’t know dad enough to say with complete conviction.

“Did he confess names of those other men? Do we know any of them?”

“He will, soon.” She smiles reassuringly. I just see it as a smile of dread. “It’s just a matter of time. he hasn’t said a word in the interrogation, Smith is breaking up easier than we thought.”

“I need a drink.” I make a tour three steps from the coffee table to get me another drink.

“I'm good.” She still walks to the tiny pantry I was provided with the suit. She stood against the cupboard I hoard my snacks in. “So, I guess I was right?” she said folding her arms.

“Right about?” I ask slipping in a burning bit of this awesome drink. I think it’s one vodka I've never tried. I guess I've never been so out of work in Texas to try the local brand.

“That you won't be getting your job back just because he is fired from his job.” That was the last thing in my mind right now. “What are you planning to do now? go back to New York?”

“Don’t you know—I'm the local hero?” I chugged down another. “I can cause another ripple that will end up with me right back behind the dull-dusty desk. I'm just stalling for a bit.” I don’t know what I'm talking about I just don’t want her to know how out of options I am. I really didn’t plan ahead what I will do after today. I don’t think going back is an option though. This drink is working. My lips are moving on their own.

“And that is?” a smile followed my lips in an attempt to hide the terror I might make resurface.

“You think I'll share my plan with a police officer?”

She got a call, I guess her break was over. She rushed back to the precinct. I'm so jealous of her right now, that jealousy can only be drown by a glass of wine. So, I'm drunk and it’s close to the sun setting down the west. Am in on bed with this terrible weight on my head. The hit is too hard for my body to take now, I'm all out of practice. The evening turned into night and I can seem to adjust to this new feeling that’s slowing turning more and more painful when Jerry decided to hit me again with a news.

You know how candle marches are ignited, just pull up a large candle and burn it in the biggest spot of the city. Right in the middle with bits and pieces of provocative slogans around it and people will follow. The woke population loves doing this stuff. He’s done just that, not a bad idea. how did I never thought about it first? And ta-da— #JusticeForJake, #BringHimBack has never been bigger trend before. people are crowding on streets, blocking the traffic, crowding in front of the police station chanting their mantra, #JusticeForJake. I don’t know any of them, but seems like they know all about me. I've been getting DMs in hundreds and thousands how they support me. I've been gaining followers and likes and comments from every part of the world.