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-After they came back to the
station, before Jude was about to request the case file, he found a note on his
desk first. Jude thoughtlessly opened the paper. As soon as he saw a familiar
sharp and clean font, he tilted his head little bit. Tim who was
looking for the file instead of his partner saw him and came to him with a
curious look.
“Why? What is that?”
“Ahh. Well….. it’s nothing. It
says what time I should come for the counseling again.”
“Again? Those bastards, aren’t
they sick of it? Ah, and it looks like Mr. Zejens is staying at a motel right
next to the station. Because he can’t go back to his house, they sent him there
by himself. Probably because he got mentally shock.”
“Hm, that’s true. I’m gonna go
somewhere for a second.”
He put the note in his pocket
and said to Tim smiling. Of course, Tim had a curious look.
“Why? Where?”
“Ah, the reason for my life.”
“Food? Buy me some too.”
“Okay. I’ll be back soon.”
He waved his hand at Tim and
swagger out the station. He didn’t forget to ask a police to get him a recorder
before he went out.
Jude felt his gun on his
waist to make sure, and he took out the note that he shoved it in his pocket. A thin and polite font.
-Detective, the unsub is a
childish kid. You know it, right?
Shrugged his shoulder once and
the detective with a dark blond started to walk again.
“-Came out from police
station. Which room is Mr. Lloyd Zejens staying in?”
“Um…. Room 304. I think he’s
still in there.”
Jude put back his police badge
that he showed it to the motel owner and went up the stairs. 301, 302, 303.
Jude walked touching a thin crack on the cement wall, and with a whistle, he
stopped in front of the Room 304.
Knock, knock, knock
Underneath a flickering
light, a dry door sound hit his ears. Soon, slowly the door opened. A man in
his 30s little bald looked very tired probably because of the incident that
happened few days ago. His blue eyes somehow showed vanity, and it even looked
like asking not to talk to him. But ignoring that atmosphere, Jude smiled.
“Mr. Lloyd Zejens, remember
me? I’m the detective you saw that day. My name is Jude. I have something to
ask you. Can I come in?”
“…….Ah, yes……….. Come in.
But…..”
“Is there a problem?”
“……..No….. I’m just little
tired, so can you finish it fast?”
“Sure.”
Jude answered easily and went
inside the room right away. Motel’s specialty boring interior. Because Jude sat
on the chair even before he offer it to him, Lloyd came in hesitantly. Looking
at his exhausted face, he could’ve at least give him a sympathetic word, but
Jude brightly opened his mouth.
“Wow, the compliments were
overwhelming. The neighbors told me you were a very obedient child.”
“……Is that so……?”
“Were you and your mother
close? I heard she was pretty strict, but it seemed like she treated you well.
Was she gentle because you were an only child?”
“….No, no…. It wasn’t always
like that. She wasn’t flexible or soft, but she always said the right things.
She was little… rough….”
“Aha. Then do you know if
anybody argued with your mother recently?”
The man’s sight was always on
the carpet, but he looked at Jude once. Lloyd fixed his glasses and licked his
lips.
“I already told you those. Why
are you asking again?”
“If a person commit that kind
of cruel crime, there's supposed to be a big argument. I thought you knew
because you always visited your mother. Think about it, shoving a dead body’s
hand in her mouth for a few small argument doesn’t make sense. And he even
poured food waste on her, wow, this is not enough for a just argument. Maybe
getting abused for at least few years continuously. You know normally they
don’t do those kind of things?”
“S,stop. I threw up
few times already. I couldn’t even look at the scene properly.”
Lloyd fitfully shook his head
and wiped his sweat. Jude waved lightly with his hand and continued his word
like he didn’t see and hear that.
“So, did she have a close
relative? Like a neighbor or acquaintance. Anybody who interacted with her.”
“…….Huuh? I’m, I’m not sure. I
don’t know in detail, but I know she called aunt occasionally. But why….?”
“Ahh, because she didn’t
really interacted with the neighbors, so only people she can insult are
probably her family or relative? That’s why I’m asking.”
“Ah…. I see. You work hard.”
He licked his lips once more.
Jude stared at that action for a second and threw a word like passing by.
“Perhaps, do you know where
your mother’s kitchen knife is?”
His gloomy eyes looking down
until now suddenly glint at Jude for a second and got wide with puzzled look.
“Ah, huh? Didn’t the killer
took it?”
Bingo. He held his sigh that
was about to come out unconsciously –Ahh! I can finally rest for a while now! I
can have my time to eat!- Jude nodded his head. Jude swallowed his word, “Ah,
yeah. The killer took it. But how did you know the weapon that we figured it
out today, Mister? You said you couldn’t even look at the scene well? No well,
I am thankful that you didn’t drag that long” and smiled and answered
scratching his head, “Ah, yes. The killer took it. I was wondering if it was in
the house or something, haha.” Lloyd’s blue eyes were forcefully smiling like
he’s servilely agreeing with him.
“Then, since I asked what I
wanted to ask, I have to go now. Ahaha, my partner is pretty scary.”
-Click. Jude pressed the stop
button of the recorder that he started to record when he sat on the chair. He
stood up. Now the only thing he has left is to call his trustful partner. He kind
of loosen his strength and walked to the door. When he tried to grab the door
knob, something passed him with a fast speed.
Bang! Jude automatically
reached out to his holster because of a rough hand came out from his back
pressing on the door. But soon Jude felt a cold feeling behind his neck, so he
closed his mouth and bend down his neck little bit. He smelled burnt from a
rough breath coming next to his face.
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