Black Butterfly, Where does the Black Butterfly Go Drink Water by Beep Beep Beep
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“Ah, I give up, give up. I can’t do it. That bastard, he
didn’t even think of saying anything from the beginning.”
“What can we do, that guy said he will only talk to you.”
White shirt with black suit pants. A man who’s tall and
handsome laughed at his partner who was pouring coffee in the corner of the
prison with a tired face and asked with a worried face.
“By any chance, he didn’t threatened or anything? Like
asking a friend outside to take a revenge.”
“Ah? No, he didn’t say anything like that. Ah, I did get
a confession.”
“…..What?”
Tim blankly looked at Jude with his green eyes and
stupidly asked. Jude was drinking coffee –“Ow, hot!”- blowing very
passionately at the coffee and halfheartedly answered.
“He said he likes me. I’m similar to him or something.”
“He….. said that?”
“What, why is your face like that? Did you actually think
I would accept his feeling? Come on, Tim. You know I only have you.”
He was rubbing his chin with a serious face but because
of his short brown hair partner’s awkwardly acting cute, he ended up laughing. He
messed up his dark blonde and said it like he felt sorry.
“Chief said don’t be stupid. He said don’t you
know they already sent in many consultants, but he didn’t say a word and just
sat there. He screamed you should solve it somehow. I think he feels pressured
by the media.”
“He won’t have anything to catch with me though. I don’t
think he’ll talk. If they find the bodies, his sentence will get longer. There
is no point of talking. I think with the bodies they found in the basement, he
can get executed? He won’t feel any urge in this kind of situation.”
“Mm, that’s true, but victims’ families are the problem. That guy just mentioned about people, but we couldn’t find many other bodies.”
“Ah- anyway, this isn’t something I can do. I’m sick of
looking at his smiling face now. And do you know what he said to me in the end?
He stopped me from going outside and said ‘See you again.’ Aaah, Tim, please
tell me this is a dream. Talking useless thing with that guy. I’m sick of it.”
“Still you look fine. I heard professional psychotherapists
got mentally shocked by talking with the guy for few hours. They said something
like losing weight because of stress. Well, I’m not surprised.”
“At this time what mental shock? I’m already sick of
seeing his crime scene. Am I the person who usually stay in the office quietly and
read dissertation and attend colloquium? I only know profiling up to like
common knowledge. How did I become like this?”
“Hahaha, anyway let’s stop for today. Let’s go out
through the back door.”
He laughed –he did hear “Do whatever you can so that Jude
that bastard doesn’t complain! Make that lazy bastard not quit this because he
got annoyed!” from the Chief, too- Tim tapped Jude’s back and headed to the
back door. It was to avoid all the reporters and Alvin’s fans –even if he’s
good looking outside, from people actually witnessed the scene couldn’t
understand that kind of excitement.- Jude was complaining with a paper cup in
his mouth but still followed Tim.
***
“……..”
Tim sat on the driver’s seat and glimpsed at his partner
with worry. He thought Jude would go to asleep because he’s tired, but he
leaned his body and rested his chin on his hand staring into space
expressionlessly. It’s been five years since they became partners. He knew it
was rare for him to make that kind of a face. Only when he felt displeased
–it’s really rare for Jude to get angry or displeased- he made that face. I
shouldn’t have sent him in alone with that bastard. He felt guilty. Tim asked
him while he was turning the handle.
“Are you okay?”
“………..”
“Jude.”
“Ah, yeah. I’m okay. Just for a second….. something felt
weird.”
“Weird? What?”
“At the last moment, he said see you again. Something….
feels weird now I think about it.”
“Why? Isn’t it because he knew you would come again for
the next interrogation?”
“No, it’s not that…… Like, is it just my feeling? When he
said that, his eyes….. felt different. Mm, it felt more like active than
manual?”
He couldn’t understand what he was saying. Tim frowned
little bit, and Jude shook his head.
“It’s hard to explain. It doesn’t feel good. It just
might be in my head…. Ah, phone.”
He stopped murmuring to himself and took out a loud
ringing phone. Weird feeling? He looked at Jude with curiosity. He was able to
hear the phone because the phone setting was at the loudest.
[Detective Jude? I’m Michael Bolt. I’m psychotherapist in
FBI.]
“Ah, yes. What happened?”
[Can I ask for the data about the interrogation? Because
he rejected our psychotherapists, you are the only person I can get the data.]
“If it’s that, I didn’t really get anything for him
either. I couldn’t record and didn’t take a note. We just inquisitively talked.
You won’t get anything from that.”
[I don’t care. You just have to explain what you
guys shared in detail to us.]
“Excuse me. You know I talked to him about four hours
today? First I can’t remember everything what we talked about, and I need to
work with this guy from now on? So how about you check it after I submit the report?”
[We need to prepare for the later, so the minimum of the
data……..]
Tim pitifully smiled at Jude who was halfheartedly
talking on the phone with a tone of he really wants to hang up. This kind of
request wasn’t once or twice. Of course FBI, normal Psychology Association and
even the criminology clubs. Somehow they figured out Jude’s number and
constantly called to ask about the conversation with Alvin Johns.
Bzzz. Bzzz. A small vibration sound came out from Tim’s
pocket. Can’t do that while driving as a police. He thought about for a second
and glimpsed at the caller ID. The number was from the prison they just came
out from. He stopped the car nearby and opened the flip.
“Timothy Maxwe….”
[Detective! Are you with Detective Jude who caught
Alvin?]
“Yes, I am.”
[Urgent!]
When he heard the man’s desperate voice, all different
kind of thought came into his mind. Did Alvin hurt himself? Or smuggled a pen
and stabbed a guard? Or just like the scene from the Silence of the Lambs, did
he bite off a person’s face? He was thinking about the possibilities and felt
an extreme anxiety. No way, no way. Don’t tell me this is worst than those.
“What….happened?”
[Alvin Johns escaped!]
“What!”
“So I’ll make a report and….. What?!”
Even Jude who was stubbornly explaining on the phone scream
in surprised. Because of the panic, Tim unknowingly changed his phone to the other hand.
“What are you talking about, how is that possible!”
[We, we’re not sure either! For some reason, nobody knows
why, the guard took him out, and Alvin told him he’s going to the restroom and
chocked the guard and escaped…. We don’t know how. We, we noticed it a while
after….]
These idiots! Tim bit his teeth and barely said, “We’ll
be right there” and closed the flip harshly. Jude’s face was just dumbfounded.
Tim shook his head to cool down little bit and start the car with a partner who
just chuckled. Tim stepped on the gas up to where it’s legal.
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