Heavy Rain: Origami Lament

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Police News, Shrinks and Punches

SAM POV

I sighed as I stood in the observation room at the station with Blake and Ash. We were watching another officer, named Gary, interrogate Korda.

"I didn't do it!" Korda yelled. "I swear, I didn't do it. I've got nothing to do with that business... I never killed nobody!"

Gary was skeptical. "Oh no? Then why did you run away when they came to question you?"

"I already told you, I forgot to report to my parole officer. I didn't wanna go back to prison. When I saw the cops, I just bolted. I wasn't thinkin' straight..." Korda replied sharply.

I shook my head, turning to Ash, who nodded.

"We checked out his statement. He has an alibi for at least three of the murders..." he explained.

Blake snarled. "Fuck! That bastard was the perfect fit... Shit!"

I merely turned away. Both suspects didn't check out, so I was back to square one. There had to be something that hadn't turned up with the evidence yet. Just then, the phone rang and Ash picked it up.

"Ash? Okay." he said, then hung up and turned to us. "Shaun Monroe's mother is here. She'd like to speak with you."

I was a little surprised by that and so was Blake, but we both agreed, and quickly headed out to meet with her. Soon, we were at Blake's desk, listening as Emily began to tell us what she'd wanted to explain.

"It was a few months back, in the middle of the night. It was pouring down... Mike came home completely drenched at about three. I asked him where he'd been. He...he spoke about drowning, the rain, he didn't make any sense. There was something...something in his eyes. As if it wasn't really him. There may be no connection, but the next day, there was that announcement about another victim...of the Origami Killer." She stopped and then burst out, pleading, "Find my son, I'm begging you!"

Despite my misgivings, for this just did not add up to what I knew about Mike at all, it was something that we had to look into.

9:55 PM

2.498 Inches of Rainfall

So it was a short while later that we found ourselves at the office of Dr. Alan Hill, a psychologist assigned to Mike.

"I'm Police Lieutenant Carter Blake and this is Agent Samantha Giddings of the FBI." Blake introduced us. "According to our information, Michael Monroe is one of your patients. We'd like to ask you a few questions about him."

"I'm sorry, that's impossible." the doctor replied.

"I beg your pardon?"

He explained, "I'm bound by an oath of secrecy. Under no circumstances may I discuss my patients."

Blake slammed his hands on the desk. "My job is to find Shaun Mars alive and I don't give a damn about any bullshit oath."

I interceded, trying a gentler approach. "Shaun Monroe's life may depend on what you know. Please, tell us what you know, Doctor..."

Dr. Hill sighed. "I'm sorry, I can't help you. Now I must ask you to leave."

"You need to cooperate. For your own sake." Blake snapped.

I shook my head, Blake's temper wasn't helping here. I continued to try and be reasonable.

"Doctor, a child's life is at stake. You may know something that could help us save him."

But Dr. Hill remained glaring at Blake. "Are you threatening me?"

"I'm just giving some free advice, Doc." Blake replied sarcastically. "I suggest that you take it."

I shook my head again. "Blake, that's enough... Let's get out of here."

It was clear that things weren't going anywhere and I wanted to avoid any possible violence. Despite being an FBI agent, I was still somewhat of a pacifist at heart. I preferred to use my brain to solve my cases, not brawn.

But then things unravelled as Dr. Hill stood up, irate. "I'm going to call the police and make a complaint about your behavior."

He started dialing on his phone, but Blake grabbed the phone and started to strangle him!

"Doctor, you're really pushing my buttons. The only thing I'm interested in is saving that kid's life!" he raved. "So you're gonna be a good boy and tell me what I want to know or I'm really going to lose my temper!"

"Let go of me... You...you have no right..." Dr. Hill gasped.

"What are you doing?! Are you out of your mind?!" I demanded. This was borderline police brutality!

Blake snorted. "This guy knows something and I'm not leaving until he tells me what it is."

He then tossed the doctor over his table and onto the floor.

"C'mon, Doc." he taunted. "There's an easy way and a hard way. It's your fucking choice..."

He pushed Dr. Hill onto his table and started punching him. I had to react, but had to also get Blake's temper in check! This was going too far!

"You have no right to hit him!" I yelled.

"I'm saving a kid's life, for Christ's sake! If you don't like it...leave!" Blake snapped, shoving me.

Glowering, I simply reacted to that and shoved Blake away from the doctor. He reacted at once, getting in my face. But I stood my ground as he raved.

"What's up with you, Samantha? You getting cold feet? You don't like to get your hands dirty, huh?! I thought that you wanted to save that kid!"

"I want to save Shaun Monroe just as much as you do, but that doesn't give me the freedom to do whatever the hell I like." I replied coolly. "So you're gonna stop this shit right now!"

"I'll get you for this, Giddings! Don't worry, I won't forget." Blake snarled.

But then, suddenly getting to his feet, Dr. Hill began talking.

"Michael Monroe has had psychological problems since his first son died. He feels responsible for his death, a sort of morbid neurosis. He is haunted by visions of drowning bodies... A few weeks ago, after one of our usual sessions, I found this on the floor. It must have fallen out of his pocket."

He then showed us an origami dog, similar to the various figures made by the killer. It was like a lump of lead just dropped into my stomach. Could Mike be the killer? Even seeing this, I still couldn't believe it. It just... It couldn't be true.

Even later, as I sat in Blake's patrol car, I still couldn't believe what I had seen, even as I listened to Blake on the radio.

"Ash, I want you to assign every available man to finding Michael Monroe. I want a man outside his place day and night. Notify all agencies to start looking for him. I want you to keep an eye on the train stations, the airports, the bus terminals. I want every cop in the city on his ass so that if he moves, we know about it. Yes...Michael Monroe is the Origami Killer."

But this was wrong, he couldn't be. I knew that he wasn't. I believed in my friend.

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