Finding the serial killer

Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Jake’s POV,

I move to his closet. The room with glassed sliding doors. Just as I enter, the first thing I smell is what my mom calls the smell of brands. She hates it. she said that’s how a rich wife smell like. I look at his clothes hanging on my right, and my gosh, he must have all shades of any colour that is possibly been made. All he usually wear is black or grey or brown. Women’s outfits hanged across his. He always claims himself as a devoted workaholic who doesn’t have time for women in his life. Then he must like to roleplay like a woman, oh, and he must be able to squeeze himself in a petite woman’s size. Because there’s no way he is fitting into them without sucking himself five-six inches in from each directions.

Clothes are all brand, not to mention the watches and jewelry, each one of them could cost a couple thousands of dollars. if I just sell out his wardrobe, I'll save up enough to buy myself a mansion.

I moved from this room to his other rooms. I've practically toured every single room I could find and there is nothing other than his love to own a world of luxury no matter how out of reach it could be for a man of his job.

I was about to explore the basement too, but I came right back. It’s dark there, there is no f*****g light. I could’ve used a flashlight but it’s just too hard for me to go there, especially all alone. I guess I have to come some other time with Jerry maybe. He’s not scared of the basements he will be of help.

Just when I was about to sneak out of his house, I heard the beeps of the keypad I've used earlier to get in his house. s**t, he’s back. Before than I anticipated.

I ran to hide inside the cupboard that was mounded in the wall. Bad move, I saw it before, it was mostly empty, but not empty enough for a person one-eighty pound made on my height. I'm all curled up, like I ball. My head is between my legs and my legs are around my hand but under my head. I'm not sure how I'm adjusting. I'm just existing. I will have to wait for a long time until he is off to sleep, I might be a literal ball by them. I hate confined places, but I had to hide there, no matter how much it scares the s**t out of me.

“How long will it take?” I hear a voice, a female voice. She must be his lover. She might not even know what kind of a monster she is dating, she will know pretty soon.

“You have to be a bit more patient. Wait until he dies, I can't risk anymore scandal. There is enough for me to manage.” Captain replied.

“I can't wait anymore. I want to leave.”

“You have to there is no choice if we want his money, we will have to wait this natural death. We’ve set the bait, he fell into it, now we just need the last steps of our plan to go just as smoothly.”

“I won't wait more than a week. Promise me if he doesn’t die by then, you will finish your job you didn’t do well at.”

“What? I'm not risking doing it in a public place. I've already risked my job once because of you. If someone saw I was the one who pushed him, because you told me to, I'll be in jail. I don’t belong in a jail.”

“You would’ve liked it more if he puked out all our names to the police. You must've loved it. You should’ve done a better job and finished him off. I would’ve had everything I waited for by now.”

“A little more time.”

“I sacrificed my daughter for this, do you think I can wait anymore?”

“I'll make it right, then it will be just you and me. Now bring me food, I'm starving.”

A heard a few steps approaching. This was the chance, I creaked the door a little open so I can see who the woman is. Maybe I know her. I can only suspect Robby’s wife, but no, I saw the face of this woman I can never thought will be involved. She isn’t Robby’s wife, she is Mrs. Smith. Ari’s mom.

So, she is having an affair with Ari’s uncle. And she is helping the killer of her daughter, for what? Money? That’s some s**t right here.

After that for an hour I hear clicks of heels on the floor, cutlery clapping together and well a few moans and grunts. My stomach might get all empty right here.

When everything turned dark and quiet, I made my way out of his property. Confused and scarred and more than anything, angry.

Even though my body is paining, no, even though my body feels like a mashed potato now, I am nowhere close to giving up the investigation. I'm too angry for that. I'm never so angry, I'm never so out of control that I drive so reckless. Thank god, I've recorded the entire conversation at least I have one evidence with me. I'm not planning on going home, I'm rather at Emily’s. She let me in, I'm so angry at her. it’s because of her that this man is still living like a blameless man. He is just as guilty as Robby. Smith is much worse.

“What’s wrong?” My face says more than I can ever muster up. So, I play the recording for Emily. She listens it, but her reaction came off pretty late. She is amused now. she shouldn’t be, she did this knowing. I can't think of any reason why she didn’t tell me this before than suspecting that she is involved too.