Jude folded the letter roughly and put it in his pocket, and he sighed and leaned on the seat. Tim frowned guessing the place they’re going right now looks like. In this mess, police’s duty is unchanged and kept going. No matter how dangerous Alvin Jude is, for that one guy, all the police can’t only stick to that case. Yes, he understood. The reason why they have to come out for a job even though it’s this loud. Anyway, the crime won’t stop just because of police’s situation.
But Tim didn’t want to take his partner who went through a hard time for a month to another crime scene nearly at midnight.
“Do you think you’ll be alright? Should I go in by myself?”
“No thanks. I’m not a little girl with sensitive emotion so don’t worry about it, Tim oppa.”
Even if he’s half dead, his talk never dies. Tim chuckled and slowly stopped the car.
When there was a voice of a scared man through a police’s phone, he said word by word crying. ‘I, I came home, and my mother was dead. Help me.’ There was possibility of being a prank call –especially these days- They couldn’t just not go out after they got a call. For the sake of authenticity and judge seriousness, they needed to send the investigators.
And in the headquarter, they sent Jude who just came out from the counsel to the scene with Tim. Right now we’re lack in people so look around and ask for backups if you guys can’t solve it by yourselves. But try to finish it within your hands! –With Chief’s kind comment.
Carefully, two police approached the building trying not to make a sound. The light was on through the window. Tim carefully looked inside and got paled.
In front of the table, there was a body. On top of the table there was a head. The intestines were dragging the floor, and the two hands were inside the head’s mouth. The surrounding area was covered with blood that looks like a cheap paint.
“Ugh –it’s bad.”
Jude clicked his tongue like whispering. It looks like no one's at home. There was no sound coming from up stair. But they have to be alert. They slowly turned the unlocked door knob, and those two detectives went inside the house.
A fishy smell hit their noses. A disgust that can’t be compare to a fish. Warm blood and decomposing organs. When they start to rot, they smell worse than any other animals. They frowned little bit and went up to the second floor. They heard someone’s crying sound through ajar door. They looked at each other, and Tim kicked the door first.
“Freeze! N.Y.P.D!”
One man was lying on the floor. He was crying covering his head and fell backward because he got scared by Tim’s voice. Tim looked at the man and asked without putting down his gun.
“Are you the one who reported?”
“Ah…….. Yes, yes, I’m, I’m Lloyd Zejens. Um, out, outside, that’s, that’s my, mo, mother…..”
“Is there someone else in the house?”
“No, no, no no, I’m, I’m the only one.”
His face was covered with tears. There was nothing dangerous, so they slowly put down the gun. Tim stared at that poor shivering man pitifully and turned his head to Jude.
“Stay here. I’ll go call for a backup."
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