Chapter five
If The Shoe Fits.
That night, Jessica and Christi hid themselves amongst the underbrush, just to the left of the gates of the park. They were waiting for the arrival of Barbara Trempson-Carstatch. Their plan was to tail her and wait for the arrival of the hound. Jessica had told her to steer clear of the crime scenes because they were being patrolled, and Roberto wouldn't dare to attack his next victim too close to authorities.
At eight thirty, they saw a taxicab drop off a short man wearing a hat, carrying a bundle much too big for him. After the taxicab left, he gratefully set the bundle down and opened it, revealing a huge, black hound that was half bloodhound and half mastiff. It had a thick leather collar attached to a strong looking chain, and it's muzzle was bound so tightly that it couldn't open its mouth even if it was awake. He fumbled with a small box, and removed from it a syringe with which he injected the hound. It began to stir and eventually woke up, letting out a stifled growl. The man swore at the beast for it to follow him as he began to walk. It was Roberto.
Jessica put a hand on Christi's shoulder and clapped her hand over her mouth, and shook her head. She waited for Roberto to disappear around the bend before whispering to her.
"We can't go after him now!" Jessica hissed.
"Why not?"
"Because we still don't have any evidence! We still don't have a warrant for his arrest yet! If we had gone up there just now, we'd never be able to catch him because he would go someplace else! Now stick to the plan!"
Nine o'clock was drawing closer and closer. Finally, Barbara appeared, looking white, cold, and terrified out of her wits. Jessica wished she could have done this some other way, because of what had happened to Sir Henry when he had been used for bait, but this was the only way. They had to follow through. They must make sure not to hesitate, like Holmes had done. There was no turning back now.
They trailed Barbara about two yards behind her. Jessica wished now that they had made Barbara come earlier, so they could be ahead of Roberto, but it was too late now. Suddenly, from around the next bend, the heard Roberto swearing at his hound about something. Barbara froze.
"Hello?" her voice cracked. Silence. Then, much more shakily now, she walked on. And the two P.I.'s followed.
She made it around the next bend, looking cautious and afraid. As she walked on, Jessica pulled out her handgun. Not a moment too soon.
At that moment, an intense growling was heard just behind the P.I.'s on the other side of the path. They all looked. The gigantic hound from earlier was on the path, unleashed and unshackled, stalking towards a horrified Barbara. It was clothed in bright, violent flames, barring its teeth threateningly at Barbara.
She screamed. She screamed so loud that it would have shattered glass. The hound lunged forward towards its victim, but Jessica was on it like flies on flypaper. She and Christi bounded after it, unloading their bullets into its hide. When her clip was empty, Jessica tackled it. This surprised Christi, who was about to take another shot at it, so much, that she accidentally pulled the trigger. Luckily for her partner, her hand also jerked to the right, so the bullet went somewhere into the park.
Jessica struggled with the hound, which was inconveniently healthy, trying to defend herself from it while simultaneously reloading her gun. Christi didn't dare shoot. She almost killed her partner once already.
Finally, Jessica had another clip loaded and shot the dreaded beast in the head, killing it. It dropped dead at her side. Panting, she looked at Christi with wide eyes.
"Find Roberto," she whispered so quietly that she almost missed it. "Now."
Christi did. Figuring that since both of them were on the same side of the path, and that the hound appeared behind them, then the only place Roberto could be would be the left side of the path. So there she looked. It didn't take her long to find him. He was lying on the ground, moaning. He looked like he had been shot in the stomach, judging by the bloodstain on his shirt. She pulled out her gun and pointed it at him. She suddenly realized that her stray bullet must have got him.
"Stay right where you are, Roberto Conston. You are officially under arrest for various murders. The jig is up. The hound is dead."
He coughed up some blood, and Jessica appeared, holding a book in her hand.
"Is Barbara alright?" Christi asked.
"She's fine," Jessica turned to Roberto. She picked up Roberto's left hand and placed it on the book. It was the bible. "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"
He coughed up more blood. "What?"
"I asked you a question, murderer. We know that you are responsible for the recent serial killings. We know how you did it. We know who your accomplices are, and they're in custody, soon to be arrested along with your sorry butt. We know you're after the Donalu fortune, and now we've got you. Your hand is on the Bible, so answer me, murderer. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"
More blood. "Uh. yes."
"Do you admit to the murders of Hugo Trempson, Jacques Trempson, Sarah and John Trempson, Camellia Shultz, Kyle and Melissa Gearno, Lemony and Beatrice Saymono?"
"Yes." he coughed up one last ounce of blood, and fell over, dead.
"If the shoe fits." said Jessica darkly. "That solves our problems," she said. Christi wasn't so convinced.
"But evidence! We need-"
Jessica pulled out a micro tape recorder. Then she held it to her mouth.
"Case closed."
*~*
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That night, Jessica and Christi hid themselves amongst the underbrush, just to the left of the gates of the park. They were waiting for the arrival of Barbara Trempson-Carstatch. Their plan was to tail her and wait for the arrival of the hound. Jessica had told her to steer clear of the crime scenes because they were being patrolled, and Roberto wouldn't dare to attack his next victim too close to authorities.
At eight thirty, they saw a taxicab drop off a short man wearing a hat, carrying a bundle much too big for him. After the taxicab left, he gratefully set the bundle down and opened it, revealing a huge, black hound that was half bloodhound and half mastiff. It had a thick leather collar attached to a strong looking chain, and it's muzzle was bound so tightly that it couldn't open its mouth even if it was awake. He fumbled with a small box, and removed from it a syringe with which he injected the hound. It began to stir and eventually woke up, letting out a stifled growl. The man swore at the beast for it to follow him as he began to walk. It was Roberto.
Jessica put a hand on Christi's shoulder and clapped her hand over her mouth, and shook her head. She waited for Roberto to disappear around the bend before whispering to her.
"We can't go after him now!" Jessica hissed.
"Why not?"
"Because we still don't have any evidence! We still don't have a warrant for his arrest yet! If we had gone up there just now, we'd never be able to catch him because he would go someplace else! Now stick to the plan!"
Nine o'clock was drawing closer and closer. Finally, Barbara appeared, looking white, cold, and terrified out of her wits. Jessica wished she could have done this some other way, because of what had happened to Sir Henry when he had been used for bait, but this was the only way. They had to follow through. They must make sure not to hesitate, like Holmes had done. There was no turning back now.
They trailed Barbara about two yards behind her. Jessica wished now that they had made Barbara come earlier, so they could be ahead of Roberto, but it was too late now. Suddenly, from around the next bend, the heard Roberto swearing at his hound about something. Barbara froze.
"Hello?" her voice cracked. Silence. Then, much more shakily now, she walked on. And the two P.I.'s followed.
She made it around the next bend, looking cautious and afraid. As she walked on, Jessica pulled out her handgun. Not a moment too soon.
At that moment, an intense growling was heard just behind the P.I.'s on the other side of the path. They all looked. The gigantic hound from earlier was on the path, unleashed and unshackled, stalking towards a horrified Barbara. It was clothed in bright, violent flames, barring its teeth threateningly at Barbara.
She screamed. She screamed so loud that it would have shattered glass. The hound lunged forward towards its victim, but Jessica was on it like flies on flypaper. She and Christi bounded after it, unloading their bullets into its hide. When her clip was empty, Jessica tackled it. This surprised Christi, who was about to take another shot at it, so much, that she accidentally pulled the trigger. Luckily for her partner, her hand also jerked to the right, so the bullet went somewhere into the park.
Jessica struggled with the hound, which was inconveniently healthy, trying to defend herself from it while simultaneously reloading her gun. Christi didn't dare shoot. She almost killed her partner once already.
Finally, Jessica had another clip loaded and shot the dreaded beast in the head, killing it. It dropped dead at her side. Panting, she looked at Christi with wide eyes.
"Find Roberto," she whispered so quietly that she almost missed it. "Now."
Christi did. Figuring that since both of them were on the same side of the path, and that the hound appeared behind them, then the only place Roberto could be would be the left side of the path. So there she looked. It didn't take her long to find him. He was lying on the ground, moaning. He looked like he had been shot in the stomach, judging by the bloodstain on his shirt. She pulled out her gun and pointed it at him. She suddenly realized that her stray bullet must have got him.
"Stay right where you are, Roberto Conston. You are officially under arrest for various murders. The jig is up. The hound is dead."
He coughed up some blood, and Jessica appeared, holding a book in her hand.
"Is Barbara alright?" Christi asked.
"She's fine," Jessica turned to Roberto. She picked up Roberto's left hand and placed it on the book. It was the bible. "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"
He coughed up more blood. "What?"
"I asked you a question, murderer. We know that you are responsible for the recent serial killings. We know how you did it. We know who your accomplices are, and they're in custody, soon to be arrested along with your sorry butt. We know you're after the Donalu fortune, and now we've got you. Your hand is on the Bible, so answer me, murderer. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"
More blood. "Uh. yes."
"Do you admit to the murders of Hugo Trempson, Jacques Trempson, Sarah and John Trempson, Camellia Shultz, Kyle and Melissa Gearno, Lemony and Beatrice Saymono?"
"Yes." he coughed up one last ounce of blood, and fell over, dead.
"If the shoe fits." said Jessica darkly. "That solves our problems," she said. Christi wasn't so convinced.
"But evidence! We need-"
Jessica pulled out a micro tape recorder. Then she held it to her mouth.
"Case closed."
*~*
WEEEEEE!!!!! I'm done!!!! Like it?!?!?! R/R!!! THANX!!!!!