"Okay ma'am, we can help you as much as you can help yourself. The woman you attacked is an officer of the law." Munch twirled his pencil in his fingers, Wong looked through the glass at the abused, blood stained woman. He was called soon after the blood was wiped from her hands. She was sitting on her hands, silent and weepy. 'What is your name?' was what was written on the notepad in front of her. Her mind was racing, they had the wrong idea of her, and she didn't want to hurt people. She lifted her hand from beneath her and grabbed the pen. 'We need help! She scrawled.
The detective picked up the pad and joined the doctor in observation.
"If she is going to stick with the mute situation she will get help in the tombs, but why did she say 'we'?" Munch shook his head trying to make some sense of the written statement.
"Let me talk to her, maybe a doctor approach can soften her up." He took the note back into the room with the woman. He entered quietly. Sitting at the table with the notepad he introduced himself "My name is Doctor Wong and I would like to try and help you" He closely observed the prisoner of war seating; feet together, knees pinched closely, hands beneath her thighs as if she is waiting to be released from this by cutting imaginary twine binding her. He leaned a little closer, "Tell me your name." The sternness of his voice was still mingled with sincerity. She took a small breath before whispering "I was Susan, now I am sister 3, the medic to the flock." "How many sisters are there?" "There used to be six," her head dropped," only five now." "Where are your sisters?" "He moved us after he killed sister six, brat. He just left her there." "Who is he?" She looked at the doctor "He is the shepherd." The doctor sat in with her until she was able to release herself from imprisonment to fully tell what the shepherd did to the sisters and his big plan with the young troubled girl murders. The sunrise crept through the bars as Susan the Medic spun a wild profile of their killer.
