The authentic love
XXXIV
The woods surround his home and he lived far from the city but for him it was a paradise.
His dog barked and his master answered him, watching him, he was right. He went to the kitchen to wash their hands when someone knocked at the door. The three knocks startled the dog and it growl. He was surprised since he expected no visit.
The man, followed by his dog, went to open the door. Leaving the safety latch, the door opened. The dog put his head and shouted on the individual.
As for the master, he looked carefully who was behind the door. There was nothing. The dog stopped barking when the door was completely open. The man checked around but saw nothing except his companion, who continued to growl. He returned inside and locked the door.
Three more knocks rang out. The dog made a head-to-tail at the door to yell. He closed all the windows and went for his gun on the first floor. The dog continued to bark and growl.
- Rocky! Shut up, damn it! shouted he, to his dog.
The man came down and stared at the kitchen door and wondered why the dog barked. He was sure he had heard nothing and have closed the window. While holding his gun with his left hand, he slowly turned the doorknob with his right hand and pushed her. There was nothing.
He went back on the first floor. He jumped when he saw a woman in front of him. A red hair woman with a look of annoyance on the face, eyes to scare to a dead. Thinking he was hallucinating, he does not care.
- Where are my damn cartridges! he said aloud.
The man turned all the drawers in his room upside down. He was holding a long gun in his right hand. Then he stopped for a moment his research and he realized he no longer heard the dog barking. He rushed off to look for. But after searching all the furniture in the room, he passed the door of his room remained open.
And he went quickly to the laundry. He opened the door, he felt a breath down his face ...
- Porky?! You know who I am? said the woman.
- No, he said. Who are you and what are you doing here?
- I'm Madailéin, and you would have never due shoot him, you know ...
- Him? Whom that him? I do not know who you mean, "he said, fixing the ax that the woman had in hand.
- Chung, you know Chung?! she said.
He closed his eyes when the woman raised her ax. he felt a cold wind pass over his neck and his head rolled down the corridor. The body fell back. The door closed and one heard a soft click, and ... nothing.
2
Four days later ...
Stickers were placed on all entrances to the house. Groups of two to three police officers searched around the house looking for clues. Only two others were brought indoors.
- One of his friends who found him, this weekend, "he said to another, passing a large envelope.
The entrance led into a dark hallway, giving access to stairs, the living room, kitchen, garage, to a small office and finally to the basement. The second officer opened the envelope to remove pictures. The light illuminated the corridor showing the last hours of the victim.
- Here, continued the first in standing by the door of the kitchen. He opened the door ... The assassin was behind. The dog was probably thrown on him but he has not had time to react. As you can see, the murder weapon is pressed between the shoulder blades. See this impact on ceramics. I think it would be an ax.
The second officer went to another photo.
- Not pretty picture! said the first with a slight smile.
- I was a firefighter inspector. replied the novice, smiling.
- Okay, we can continue. "he said. The man received full force of the instrument, cutting his body on the left side of the neck to the stomach.
- Surely a man ...
- Yes, there is likely. There is no woman with such a force. approved inspector.
- You think of a reckoning?
- Maybe! continued the inspector. There is nobody in the neighborhood, neighbors are within five miles, but I checked the history of this man. It was not an angel, rape, armed robbery, entered by crime, corruption, fraud, and so on.
- So his isolation was not a fluke.
- Well, no! replied the inspector with a blowing with a smile.
No window in this corridor. Three ceiling lighting.
- You can go to third. said the inspector, pointing to the pictures. The man entered in his room. He came to get his gun. We see many drawers disorder. I think he could not find munitions. Which brings us finally to the last part of the story. The man goes to the washroom, probably thinking that the cartridges therein. But no luck, the killer is hidden in it.
He opens the door.
The inspector was plunged into his story mimicking every gesture.
- The killer emerged, pushed our man against the wall, kills him with his ax but the movement is too long and stops on the wall plaster. The man took the opportunity to move to all fours to the stairs, but as you might guess by the photo and the traces of blood, he has walked only two meters. The ax has cut the neck and then on his spine, cleaving his back in two.
The young officer looked at the picture of the deceased.
- The assassin, to take away ax, had had to move a lot, because the back was wide open revealing the organs.
- Not easy sometimes ... replied evasively, the inspector. If you want to vomit, there is a toilet at the bottom left. I know! I was at the scene, Saturday afternoon and I could not help myself. Good! This is not all move to the outside.
The two men descended and left the house. Outside the police continued the search. The inspector spoke to the closest group.
- Something new?
- Still no, Inspector! replied one of the men of the group.
- Stop, you can continue the search inside. They were there Saturday too. Here, go around the property. It was a beautiful Saturday, not like today. Yes, a beautiful sun. He was dead since forty-eight hours, finally a little more.
The two men went over the house overlooking the living room. A simple window could see this play.
- He was in the kitchen before he die. The living room opens onto the dining room which gives also on the kitchen. This window could have served entry, but as you can see, it is closed and no sign of forced entry. We continue.
They circled around and came back in the garden. Two doors allow entry to the dining room.
- There! The two other openings through which he could infiltrate. Every two ... closed.
The young officer opened his eyes slightly surprised.
- The killer had entered, while one of them was still open, then it would have taken care of everything close, began the novice.
- So young man, I would like you to explain how he could have to come out because all entrances were closed ... From the inside!
A chill ran down the spine of the novice. The idea that the murderer could have stayed in the house until the arrival of the friend was chilling.
- In your eyes I see you have the same idea as me. You think it's his friend, the murderer! the inspector says, shaking his head.
- No! No! ... said the young officer by opening eyes wide. I think the murderer waited inside until the arrival of the friend.
The inspector smiled.
- Yes, it's also a possibility, indeed the most plausible. The friend was ... how to say ... shocked and this is normal to be. I'll say more but first, watch your feet.
The young executed himself, frowning surprised.
- What can you see?
- Aside from my feet? My footprints ... and he continued, exploring of the look of the garden space. Those of other officers.
- This field is excellent. You see this field, the land is perfect for all types of plants. And do you know why?
- I admit, not
- It does not dry out. I was fascinated, and this led me to check. I do not know if you noticed but all around us, there are only green. The reason is simple, we are on a water table, about twenty feet deep, maybe less.
- Inspector, there are traces of high heels in the house, "he said.
- Yes, this man had not one, but several women ... a kind of Don Juan who promised worlds and wonders to all of these conquests.
- You relieve me, because this is not a woman who could commit such a murder.
- She could, but not as violent force with which it was committed, a woman would not have that strength. Well, I continue where I left off. There is a basement in the house, I will bring you gladly, but I fear that your shoes are not good. The place is very muddy.
- Inspector, I am delighted to learn so many things, but in relation to the affair, I ...
- Footprints! he said with a sigh. Footprints, there were none. Apart from those of the owner of the dog and women. Saturday, all those who toured the home and who have returned have left traces of earth, even if they were small.
These last details left the young officer perplexed. The wind got up pushing heavy clouds over the house.
- As you have hear ... it opens out many theories ... ended the inspector.
- Yeah, we're on the most bizarre case, straight out of a ghost movie or an episode of the Outer Limits. What do we do if we said all that, nobody will believe us.
- Sure ...
To be continued...
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Karole McDowell 2011 - (c) Reproduction is prohibited without permission from the author.
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