Chapter 4
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On the way, Ryan called that the parents have reached the station already.
After I hang up the phone, I told Chase about it, after which Chase nodded.
We reached the station in a few minutes and we went straight towards the parents, who are in the same room and show disappointment and despair with the thought that their children had passed away.
It was always painful to see them suffer and it’s a lot worst to be the one imparting the harsh reality. But it’s what we must do.
I stepped into the room and their mournful sorrows looked at me.
With words of regret and empathy, I told them about the incident and showed them the IDs of their children. I informed them what they needed to know.
It took me a few minutes to talk about their children’s condition.
“I’m sorry to say this to you and I know their death is a lot to process but I’m afraid you won’t be able to retrieve their bodies immediately.”
“What? What do you mean? You won’t give me my son!?” cried a mother.
“I’m sorry but… this wasn’t a simple accident.” I carefully said.
I observe the room to see if they are prepared to hear a side of the truth.
“This is a crime scene. We believe that there had been a murder and I’m afraid their bodies would be examined first before letting them have a proper burial.” I explained.
All the mothers cried out their pain hearing that their sons and daughter had been killed. I don’t know how much that can hurt but I know it truly is.
I left the room to give them some time and space to settle what they need to.
“Hey, I found something,” Chase said when I approached my table, from which he stands next to it.
“What?”
“Check this out.” He showed me a paper while I sat down.
“Where?”
“Read this paragraph.” He pointed at a particular section.
“What is this?”
“One of the kid’s works that were taken from the scene.”
I scanned through the crumpled paper and see that it was an essay written by one of the victims, Mark Henan, the one in a relationship with the girl, Denise Futon.
It’s entitled ‘Values of Beauty with Experience and Emotion’. A particular paragraph reads:
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, why can’t some see the beauty in them? Are they blinded from what they are capable of? In the case of Denise, I couldn’t be able to see mine as I only see her. She emitted exquisite radiance and perhaps that lead me to my blindness of who I am. But I’m grateful that with each passing day, her hand is the last one I hold at the end of the day.
“You’re right.” Spoke Chase. “They are in a relationship.”
I nodded knowing that my 95% assumption had been confirmed.
“Where are we on now on the bodies?” I ask giving back the papers he showed me.
“They are being transported at the moment and Ryan stayed behind to scrutinize the whole place.”
“Even Benson?”
“Of course. Those two can’t be separated… even by Benson’s wife.”
I slightly smiled at his remark but it was true. Benson can lie to his wife but he can’t to Ryan because the latter always knows if the other’s lying.
They could be couples in another world, to be honest.
“Tell them to keep us posted,” I said. “Where are we on the victim’s phone now?”
“I didn’t check but they said they’d inform us once they got in.”
“They’re taking longer than usual.”
“Yeah. About that, Kombi quit the department and moved with his long-time girlfriend abroad.”
“What? Kombi quit? Since when?”
“Last week.”
“Awe… I kina like that kid. But wait— he has a long-time girlfriend? And he didn’t tell me?” I ask a bit frustrated. “That timid Kombi kept this information from me?”
“Yeah. His girlfriend even picked him up when he moved out.”
“You saw her?”
“Yeah. Kombi introduced her to us.”
“What’s her name?”
“Nancy.”
“Nancy?”
“Nancy.”
“Nancy!?”
“You know Nancy?”
“That’s not his girlfriend. That’s his sister!”
“What? No. Kombi said she’s the one, and this Nancy chick even walked up to us and really said Kombi’s her boyfriend.”
“Nancy? With brunette hair like him, brown eyes like him, the same height like him, but she’s way fitter than him.”
I can see in Chase’s face the confusion that’s beginning to turn to realization.
“N-no.”
“Yes,” I spoke and I kind of think it’s funny to see the look on his face.
“Oh my god!” he exclaimed.
“That kid got you good.”
“I thought he became a man.” He shakenly whispers. “Oh, I’m going to kill that kid once I see him.”
“Goodluck finding him first.” I forcedly smiled.
As Chase still process that the kid who he thought grew up had pulled a pretty funny prank on him, I went through the web to see the socials of the victims.
All of them were active in most of the social media and I had easily found their accounts solely by their names.
The girl had posted numerous pictures, mostly from parties in school and clubs in the city. Even the guys, they are seen in a photo being in a motor group.
There are tons of pictures of these three together, which appears that they’re having a great time.
“What happened to these guys?” I ask myself.
“That’s why I ask her where I’ve seen her before.” Chase suddenly spoke. “That’s why she was so familiar, especially when she talks.”
I looked at Chase sitting at the side, still contemplating on Kombi’s lie.
“Hey, we got work to do.” I poked him in the face with a pen. “Go check on cyber and follow up on that status of the phones.”
Chase did so but it’s clear he’s deep in thought even as he walks away.
I went back to look on the screen and see the latest post of the girl. I clicked on the picture and saw the three of them in the cabin making cheers towards the camera with smiles on their lips.
“Why were you kids killed?”
- Writer
