Where is Rebecca ??

Where is Rebecca ??

Hi, I'm Laurent Taylor and I'm a police officer in a little town named Murlayfield. This town is normally very calm but recently a series of disappearances made it the subject of all discussions. So I've been assigned to this investigation with Harry which has been my partner for 8 years.

Ms. Linda James had called us in the night and we had come to her house within an hour. Ms. Linda is a very old woman so she couldn't come to the police station. We came the fastest because it wasn't the first disappearance.

She was on the verge of tears but didn't show it, she told us that her granddaughter, Rebecca, 16, had not returned in the evening, after her dance class. The girl had not left a message or called, which was not in her habits. So I asked her for the address of the dance class so that we could begin our investigation. Even if it was the middle of the night.

The building was dark and icy. I lifted the collar of my coat and rang the doorbell.

"I don't like it," squeaked Harry, putting his glasses up his nose.

No matter how much I insisted, my finger screwed on the doorbell, no one came to open.

"It's the middle of the night no one is going to answer. Let's go from here," said Harry in a pasty voice.

"We're going to walk to Mrs. James's house," I replied. If we're lucky, we'll find clues."

"Okay" mumbled Harry, taking out the torches from the car.

My partner wasn't in shape lately. But it was he who felled on it.

I put on a glove and picked it up. A cold sweat flooded my back.

"Wow..." was the only word I was able to pronounce.

Harry called me. He pointed to several places and then buried his fists in the pockets of his raincoat, his jaw contracted.

I knew what I was going to find. I forced myself to move forward with my heart beating faster and faster and picked up another shred of skin.

"Little Rebecca was skinned alive," I said with tears in my eyes at the terrible discovery.

Harry stood by my side. He stooped down, pick his phone in his pocket and call for reinforcement. Then he looked at me and said

"The killer can't be far away Rebecca has not been reported missing for a long time, we can't wait and possibly lose him. We have to go ".

We redoubled our caution.

The shreds followed one another, the infamous abductor had not even bothered to hide them.

"Classic," grumbled Harry, "He has that feeling of all power that makes him commit the worst atrocities."

"But that also turns out to be his weak point," I added, following the track as easily as if it had been marked.

This led us to a shed. We went around the building and I jumped a few planks so we could slip inside.

Rebecca's body lay on the floor, cut into small pieces.

I immediately call Harry. He went and grinds my arm and I turned to him, ready to yell at him to let go of me, but the expression of his face froze me. He looked behind me and, livid, I turned slowly.

In a large, transparent sacrificed Vasque, countless dismembered bodies piled up.

When I saw those atrocities I look in the other way and behind Harry was THE man. He had a knife in his hand and was ready to jump on my partner so I took my gun off my belt, reloaded it and I push in the trigger. I shot him in the middle of his forehead.

...