The End starts here .
1.
Special Agent
"All men
dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their
minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day
are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make
them possible." T. E.
Lawrence aka Lawrence of Arabia.
I never read the
book, but that passage stood up in my mind for days after having read it from
the journal of the purported serial killer named Wolf. The local police had
caught him, apparently red handed with the victim's blood on his hands. He was
crouched next to the victim in the park when they surprised him. The victim was
mutilated like the other victims, but there was a missing element; where was
the murder weapon. The accused had nothing on him that resembled the weapon.
They also found nothing within a radius of a hundred feet from the scene.
They raided his
house out in the woods where he stayed with his blind mother. They found
nothing out of the ordinary of a single man except he had no ladies name in the
phone book. The only fascination he hold was he researched on wolves. He
claimed that they are his hobby, and wanted to be a park ranger if not for his
mother that he needed to take care. He was at that time a gas attendant in the
nearby station, and also worked part-time as the mechanic.
His defense was he
happened to walk by the place, saw the girl lying there injured, attended to
her and then the police came. He denied killing her. Tommy Burke was released
without a charge.
I had looked
through his journals; they found a few by him in the drawer. I had them read by
experts and all they could conclude was the guy was nuts over his life the last
two years; wake time to sleep time and his daily chores. It was all recorded
meticulously. Tommy Burke may had been a freak on recording or he was lying to
us with his journal. It was nine months ago he added in the new passages at
random. He started quoting the above several times. I co-relate the dates and
found it was right after each murder by the so named Wolf. Still it was
circumstantial evidence.
That took my mind
to keep on looking at Tommy Burke aka the Wolf.
The phone rang.
Not many people know I was in the city, and not in DC. I was in the city as the
Wolf had returned here. I picked it up and listened to it. It was a long
distance call.
"Hello, may I
please speak to Clarice Starling?" I listened hard to the line and
replied.
"Yes. I am.
Who's on the line?" I shifted the phone to my cradle and turned on the
speaker. The reception was weak but the caller sounded familiar.
"Its Henris
Letas. I am calling from Warsaw."
Henris Letas? Oh,
my God. Its him. I met him some years back at the convention in Berlin. He was
representing his country for the convention on New Criminology Methods, and we
were in the same group on serial killers. He hold the rank of Inspector there
and was involved in serious crimes including serial killers. I met him only for
three days, but he was so charming, we were having all the meals together. We
did not jump into bed for he claimed he was married. I told him I was engaged;
a white lie to recoup my vanity.
"I am coming
to your city. DC. Can we meet sometime?" Henri was a gentleman. I told him
yes.
Doyle, my other
agent placed his head in.
"Clarice, we
tracked Burke to our previous city. He may be roosting or planning another
one." I look to Doyle. It had been nearly eight weeks since the Wolf
struck. He had moved to one of the three counties marked with his kills. I
picked up the phone.
"Morales,
Special Agent Starling. Are you back on active duty?" I knew she was as
Jimmy had wrapped the case last week, with her acquittal. The video was put to
high definition conversion and it showed Cinderella under the wig. She got her
badge and gun back. I had followed the case from DC, but never once did I
called her or even Jimmy before. I wanted to place the whole event behind me.
The Detective
I shuddered at the
call. It was the Special Agent who had led the raid on the warehouse. She did
rescued me but I was concerned on what she or the others may had seen. I previewed
the reports which I could previewed but nothing was mentioned of the wolves.
There was one remark made; the number of naked bodies may had signified an orgy
could had taken place.
I had avoided the
Council for I was not ready to confront the Ancient yet. I need to bid my time
to confront the Ancient. He was still the Head of the Council. There were
rumors that he had removed some of the others who was not in his favor. I need
to find allies to fight him. But first, I would need to find this killer named
Wolf.
But first I need
to one other. His family name was given as Lichfield. He was one with the blood
suckers. I have checked the databases; there are no Lichfield in the list of
listed names in the counties but there were a dozen close to it in vocal
sounds. There was one family named Lichtenstein. It was a old family that had
moved here generations ago. The address given was a large estate in the hills
where they have built a medieval castle there. It was a good place to start
with.
I took up the
phone to called Jimmy, but he was away. According to the message box, he was on
his extended sabbatical leave in the hills.
"Morales, are
you listening? We got a Code 207. Someone had taken Darcy Malone from the mall.
The FBI are there too."
Darned! Its been
only weeks and the girl had got herself in a fix. She took out her gun and
placed into her pouch.
The Killer
I sat at the bus
station, after my trip from DC. The dust in the city was appalling. I had the
face mask to cleared my breathing of the dust. The agent was still onto me,
riding with me on the three hours trip seated three seats from me. I had with
me the duffel bag; a rather large one. I took my time and then walked to the
bathroom. I had waited till it was empty and stepped to the side of the door. I
took out the bottle and uncapped the bottle I had acquired from the pharmacy. I
poured the content into the bag when the agent walked in. I slipped it over his
head and pulled the strap around the neck to hold it on the agent. The chloroform
took effect within seconds; he slided down and ended up on the flooring.
I left him there
and made my way out. I borrowed his badge but I left the gun. I can't stand
that weapon. I am the weapon myself. I left the bathroom to joined the next bus
load of visitors to the city. I spied a young traveler to the city. I walked up
to him.
"Hi, I am
Bradley. Can I assist you? I am from the city."
"Howdy, the
name Tom. I am from Texas." I shook the hand of the hunk.
"I love Texas
beef." The Wolf had returned once more to the turf.
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