Devil's Advocate
Chapter Sixth
Richard Newman was getting tired of trying to remember most or all of the details for the sketch artist. His head had begun to pound on him. It had interacted that his head was a problem when it comes to his Parkinson's and seizures. He really needed to finish up with the last of the details of seeing that particular resident.
Doctor Andrews working with the police had been sitting almost an hour for when it comes to his sketching coming from Richard.
"Okay, Richard, I am almost finished and I need you to concentrate." he tried with the last of the patience coming from inside of him for a 54-year-old sketch artist.
With a shake of the head and body language. He will say to him the following. "I am trying my best Doctor Andrews. It's the headache that I have that is driving me crazy," he tells him rubbing the back of his neck.
"Fine, we will do with this sketch and have copies made up to be sent to all police headquarters in New York and most of all Yonkers." he alluded to have said to Richard breathing through his nose and mouth.
Doctor Andrews had left him in his quarters to head upstairs to the main office to make copies of the sketch for now.
Meanwhile, another resident named Pamela Martin age 62 years old, and a friend of Richard Newman had been being watched. She had been finishing up her meal after deciding to head back to her room on the first floor like always.
She had been wearing her usual garb with the light blue shirt and blue denim that she was always holding up with her hand that had been affected. She had walked through the auditorium area with another bingo to be played in a little while.
She had no idea that she had been watched as the killer had kept his victim in sight. She had turned quickly briefly seeing no one for the moment. She grabbed her key around her neck walking to her door she lives alone like most of the residents in this particular section.
Just as she pushed open the door. She is well pushed inside by the killer away from the cameras. She had lost her balance with the killer closing the door and his knife cutting into her neck and chest. He had as well decided as a trophy to cut a piece of her hair.
She was bleeding heavily as the knife had cut through into her body with the crimson flowing out. The killer had gone into the bathroom to run the water needing to wash the knife and his gloved hands with the red blood flowing into the round white porcelain sink.
Breathing heavily with his heart rate running high. He was ready to move her body a little over to her double-size bed leaving it there on the grey rug of the bedroom.
Moving out slowly searching for the cameras with placing a small cat-like mask over his face so that the security cameras on unable to see his face.