Vicki was chasing the culprit along the woods, the culprit gained upper-hand over the athletic detective, during the chase. The distance between them became more and more substantial with each passing moment. The chase was futile and Mr. Mark couldn't be saved.
"It's sort of a poetic justice by that Goddess person. She plans murders for her clients, if they fail she eliminates them, she sounds like more of a unforgiving artist than a cold-blooded killer." Vicki stated while being seated on her desk.
Timmy was listening to her ramblings and at the same time looking at the files, there was no past cases involved with this "Goddess", they couldn't even sketch the profile of the Goddess's assistant.
"They are very smart and do incorporate thorough planning, but what gives them this confidence?" Timmy asked in a very muted voice, "Planning murders is one thing and executing them under the nose of the p.d. is a different thing."
"Don't forget twerp, they even infiltrated the p.d by Leona and then brutally eliminated her when she was going to spill the beans, what's about the background check on Heather?" Vicki asked in a deadpan manner.
"Her story checks up, she is really the adoptive daughter of Jacquine Salt. She is a genuine person and can't be the Goddess, we hacked her email accounts but got nothing suspicious." Timmy still looked tensed, which was little odd for Vicki,"Don't tell me, that twerp's gonna break up with that blonde, just due to a mere speculation."
"Hmm...anything else?" Vicki quirked an eyebrow.
"Just one little thing, Ricky's id is still being used by someone, the mail company thought that it should be notified to us, maybe someone is trying to hack his id." Timmy answered.
"You, idiot. That's a big thing, track the ip immediately." Vicki was furious now.
"Have already tracked that, it's from Heather's address." Timmy replied with a heavy tone.
"For your best interest, I would solemnly request you to keep calm chief Hamada." Heather stated to the hog-tied police chief. His mouth was also gagged, so his protests became mere muffled mumblings.
"This'll be interesting, as a student of chemistry you should know that, what is going to happen if I just force you to drink this cyanide cola." Heather shoved the poisonous cola in-front of Hamada and stripped the gag, and pressed his nostrils. Hamada had to open his mouth for breathing.
"So the next stop is Heather's flat, I hope we can get some clues about her from there, she is probably out for work now." the senior detective ordered the junior one, "But that might amount to breaking in, we don't even have an order against her." Timmy was baffled.
"That's only a stupid legality which can be bypassed for the time being. Don't worry I've duplicated her keys, we can easily break in and zoom out without leaving a trace. I have been informed that she is out for work and won't return in another five hours." Vicki had her signature smug smile.
(Somewhere else)
"How can this happen, I've shut the room completely, still how did it get in?" A fat elderly man was shaking in fear, as over the wall in red paint "Die, Die a hundred times" was written. He was trembling in fear as someone approached him in the locked room.
A blood cuddling scream was heard as the man bled to death from his stab wound, the attacker smiled devilishly.
(Heather's apartment)
Timmy and Vicki was almost ransacking Heather's apartment for clues, "Nothing, there's absolutely nothing that I can find, which could implicate the blonde." Vicki was flustered as they have combed almost nothing out of her apartment, old books, photo albums, irrelevant newspapers, etc, but nothing of real value, "Like a kimono or a Japanese Mask, we already know how the mastermind killing planner dresses but we're unable to find them." Timmy sighed.
"Maybe, we're just searching in the wrong place, have you ever thought, that out of all people why it was Ricky in the first place? Why Heather would choose his id over other's?" Timmy never pondered on that point.
"Cause Heather knew him?" Timmy tried this angle.
"Nope, if he knew about her beforehand I would have known also, what's this?" Vicki pointed at an old photo of Heather with a bunch of people, posing after scaling a peak. "Hmm...amateur mountaineer. Wait a second, that's the Blizzard group. Oh we got a lead twerp." Vicki's eyes glittered with renewed vigour.
Another hour has passed by, Timmy and Vicki were slothing in the recreation room. Well practically they were playing Chess to bust off some stress.
"Vicki I've already searched about the Blizzard group, they are mountaineering amateurs, I've also secured their contact number." Timmy was going to touch the rook.
"Hm...You can't do it, twerp. Else you get the check head on." Vicki smiled with a dark overtone.
"Fine." Timmy relented and moved another piece, Vicki was just too good for any match resulted in another ruthless victory for the redhead. Then the duo went to their desks.
"Hello, is this the Blizzard group?" Timmy asked through the phone.
"Yes we are. How can we help you?" the phone was on speaker for Vicki to take notes.
"I'm detective Timothy Turner from Dimmsdale police station, I need some information on a certain Heather Salt."
"Ok." the voice on the other hand gulped once, "She used to be a member of our group, but she moved out around seven months ago."
"So she currently is not a member anymore? Was due to some discordances? " Timmy asked.
"No, she was a very sweet girl, we're also baffled by her decision of quitting."
"Did anything particular happen to her before that?"
"Now, that you mention it, almost 1 year ago she went out on an expedition in Nepal with another person. It was her solo endeavour."
"Do you know anything about that other person?" Timmy asked with a bit curiosity.
"No idea, she didn't disclose that to us, but surely that man has to be an American, since she was talking about the passports and Visas for both of them."
The call was over, Timmy was immersed in his thoughts, while Vicki had something else in her mind."This is not rational, why someone would tie to snap the ties with such an organization, especially when there were no discords. I guess that trip to Nepal has something to do with this, cause this behaviour in not rational. Most importantly Heather never admitted herself into any other organization of that sort, maybe the man who accompanied him to Nepal has something to do with this. I need to know who the fuck he was, maybe I might text that Khandu guy?"
"Whom are you texting?" Timmy asked the red-head.
"An informer, I guess I might have a lead on that man who was her companion." Vicki replied.
Suddenly the land phone of the office rang and Timmy picked it up.
"Vicki, an incident happened in the Manor park area, a body was found in a complete sealed room with stab wound. We are given that case."
(Hamada's peril)
Hamada knew that his end is nearing. Maybe she wanted to toy with him a bit more. Despite that he knew that he needs to act first.
"She has probably gone to take a pee, this is my chance, I sincerely hope that Vicki catches this..." Hamada with his last bit of strength wrote something on his white pant with the poisoned cola.
(Unexpected)
Vicki checked her phone, Khandu has texted back. He gave every detail of the person who got visa with Heather. Vicki quirked an eyebrow, "This is interesting."