Chapter 16 Chapter Fourteen

Before Deborah could express her feelings, Officer Doakes arrived.He glanced around for a week, and his eyes fell on the table.When Doakes saw the thing on display in the center of the kitchen, his eyes were fixed on it, and his body was as still as a statue.He walked towards it after a while and stopped by the table.A few seconds later, he reached into his pocket and took out a pistol, aiming at the brow between the unblinking eyes, and opened the safety of the pistol. "Doakes," Deborah's voice was dry, but there was still intent to stop. Doakes didn't answer or look away, but he didn't pull the trigger.Why not let Doakes end his misery?If that were the case, Deborah and I would be reluctantly forced to report Doakes' actions, he would be fired, he could be in jail, and my problems would be resolved.But Deborah would never agree.

"Put the gun away, Doakes," she said, "you know you can't do that." "It's the only way," he said, "trust me." He glanced back at the thing, shook his head, and put away the gun. "Damn it," he said, "you shouldn't have stopped me." After speaking, he turned around and walked out quickly. Within a few minutes the room was full of people trying not to look at the thing as they worked.Camilla Figg, a lab technician, wept silently as she dusted a small brush for fingerprints.Angel Batista was pale and clenched his teeth, but he insisted on staying inside.Shaking all over, Vince Masoka went out and sat on the porch.

I started wondering if I had to put on a petulant look too, this thing just piqued my interest.Obviously the demon was showing off, but I was a little irritated by his blatant behavior.Should I put this unknown guy on my list?Or should I pretend to pass out and sit outside on the porch? In the end, it was Deborah who came forward to organize everyone.She convinced the first responders to sedate the victim before removing him.That way, those technicians could come in and start gathering evidence.The sedatives kicked in, the cabin fell silent, and the paramedics wrapped the thing up, put it on a stretcher, and wheeled it into the twilight.

The moment the ambulance pulled away from the side of the road, news vehicles began to arrive one after another.When the cameraman was ready to shoot, there was not much left to photograph except for the hut surrounded by yellow barriers. I had nothing to do, I came here in Deborah's car, so I didn't have a toolbox, and I couldn't see any blood here.Blood pattern analysis is my specialty, but our surgeon friend was careful not to leave any traces for analysis.Just to be sure, I checked the rest of the hut, but found nothing of value. The only thing that showed the character of the man was what Angel found under the table.It was just a small piece of white paper with a small square torn off the top.I looked over Angel's head and saw the torn piece of paper on the side of the table, glued to the table with scotch tape.

He put the piece of paper on the ground and carefully examined the scotch tape—the most prone to fingerprints.I also squatted down to see what happened.There are a few letters written on the piece of paper, the handwriting is slender, and it says: Loyalty. "We should ask him," I said. Angel shivered, and the tweezers in his hand almost fell to the ground. "I don't want to see that thing again," he said, putting the paper in a plastic bag. Portraits of criminals are not my specialty, but with my mystical penchant for crimes I can often see things coming from dark corners.But all this is far beyond my imagination, and beyond any evil I have ever seen.There is nothing to tell us about the character and motives of this man.What kind of hunter would leave his prey here, and then continue to swagger through the streets?

Director Doakes and Matthews were talking together, and Matthews had a look of anxiety on his face.Deborah was standing beside the old lady, talking to her in a low voice. A cool wind blew over, and the big raindrops fell on the sidewalk with a crackle.My stomach started rumbling too, and it dawned on me that I hadn't even had lunch.Absolutely not, I need to keep my energy up, and Dexter doesn't need to diet to lose weight.I have to go back in Deborah's car, and she's definitely not going to agree to eat right now. I sighed and walked to the car in the rain.I really don't care about getting wet from the rain.Looks like I'll have to wait long enough for my soaked clothes to dry again.