Hey, guys. It has been awhile since I have wrote this chapter. Honestly, I am in chills of writing this. My hands are shaking about this. This is a series of conversations between Ronnie Anne and Clyde in regards to Lincoln. Stay tuned as you watch them unravel in this latest chapter of At The End of Her Thoughts. To my LincLeni fans, the time is coming. Once more, I am building suspense. The more you read, the better you understand the wait is worth it. Enjoy!

Clyde McBride and Ronnie Anne are now connected on Messenger.

Aug 18, 2:23 AM

[Clyde, 2:23]: Ronnie Anne, are you there? This is Clyde.

[Ronnie Anne, 2:23]: Yeah, I am here. What in the hell are you PMing me at this time of night?

[Clyde, 2:24]: Your notification was still on.

[Ronnie Anne, 2:24]: Just because it is up there doesn't mean I am available. It's 2 in the AM. Why are you still up?

[Clyde, 2:25]: You know. Nevermind, Ronnie Anne. Sorry to bother you.

[Ronnie Anne, 2:31]: Listen, Clyde. I am sorry. It's just surprising to hear from you. I mean we haven't been on the tightest end of the spectrum.

[Clyde, 2:33]: I know. We aren't the best of friends. However, I need someone to talk to. About you know who?

[Ronnie Anne, 2:33]: Oh God. Give me a second. Are you alone, Clyde?

[Clyde, 2:34]: Yeah I am.

[Ronnie Anne, 2:36]: Good. So, he has no way of checking your page. I mean no access or getting passwords.

[Clyde, 2:36]: Despite our sacred friendship, my privacy is still my privacy.

[Ronnie Anne, 2:38]: All right. It means the same as well. You are thinking what I am thinking. Aren't you.

[Clyde, 2:39]: Last night. Ronnie. When you talked to me after we hung out at the lab, it really got to me. It was haunting. What made you realize something is wrong. I am sorry, but it keeps me awake. I can't help but to now stare at him. What haven't I see the signs earlier?

[Ronnie Anne, 2:41]: Clyde, to be honest, it is something I really don't want to talk about. I really wish that I didn't bring it up.

[Clyde, 2:42]: If not now, then when Ronnie Anne? You would have never brought it up if you didn't know something is wrong with our friend. Despite you guys not being together, you still care for him. If you didn't then, you would have never brought it up.

[Ronnie Anne, 2:47]: Ok, Ok. It's true. I am worried about Lincoln. Ever since I saw those patches on his back the other night, I was scared. It was supposed to be a joke for old time's sake. I was gonna to pull over his shirt and blow raspberries. I didn't expect his back to be a thirty different shades of a jagged canvas.

[Clyde, 2:50]: I was stunned too, Ronnie. We were there to see it.

[Ronnie Anne, 2:51]: What scared me was that he wasn't that fazed. He just said that he fell on his back. Clyde, my mom's a nurse. I asked her "hypothetically" about bruises on back.

[Clyde, 2:51]: What did she say?

[Ronnie Anne, 2:52]: She needed pictures to examine it.

[Clyde, 2:53]: Can we make it happen?

[Ronnie Anne, 2:54]: What do you mean?

[Clyde, 2:55]: Can we make it happen so we can investigate it. I mean, this is our friend, Ronnie Anne.

[Ronnie Anne, 2:55]: Ok. He and I are going out to see a movie anyway. I will find some way to get a picture.

[Clyde, 2:56}: Cool. See you at school tomorrow then.

[Ronnie Anne, 2:56]: Alright. Night, Clyde.

[Clyde, 2:56]: Night, Ronnie Anne.

[Ronnie Anne, 2:57]: Clyde, try not to think it about too much. For all we know, it may have been an accident.

You are now disconnected from Messenger

[Phone transcript, text messages. Aug 18, 6:17 PM]

[Ronnie Anne]: Clyde, are you free? 6:17 PM

[Clyde]: It's dinnertime, but I can talk. What's up? 6:18 PM

[Ronnie Anne]: Get on Messenger as soon as you can. 6: 18 PM

[Clyde]: Gotcha! 6:19 PM

Clyde McBride and Ronnie Anne Santiago are now connected on Messenger

Aug 18, 6:26 PM

[Clyde, 6:27]: So, what's going on?

[Ronnie Anne, 6:27]: I didn't get much. I wasn't able to do much. She was there.

[Clyde, 6:28]: What are you talking about?

[Ronnie Anne, 6:29]: Leni.

[Clyde, 6:31]: Yeah, well duh. She is his sister. Of course, she was going to be there. That's where she lives.

[Ronnie Anne: 6:36}: No, no. You don't understand. I was coming over earlier this evening to take Lincoln out to the movies. When I went to the door, Leni was standing there. She told me that Lincoln was unable to come to the movies. She said that he wasn't feeling well. Well, being a concerned friend/ex-girlfriend, I asked her if I could check on him. Clyde, tell me why I saw her hands crawling onto the doorframe? Her eyes were becoming daggers as if I questioned her judgement. She let out a smile, closing the door saying to give her a minute.

[Clyde, 6:38]: That's totally OOC!

[Ronnie Anne, 6:40]: Right? I was like WTF? There has always been an open door policy. But, I am telling you, Clyde. This isn't the first time she has done this.

[Clyde, 6:40]: It hasn't?

[Ronnie Anne, 6:41]: BRB. I got a phone call. Give me a second.

[Clyde, 6:41]: Yeah, take your time.

[Ronnie Anne, 6:46]: Sorry about that, that was my brother. He was letting me know that Lori was coming over.

[Clyde, 6:48]: Can you still talk?

[Ronnie Anne, 6:49]: Yeah, but let me get off of the family computer.

[Clyde, 6:50]: Do that because you never know about the what if's.

[Ronnie Anne, 6:50]: Yeah, I can be lazy about installing apps. Give me a text until I install the app.

[Clyde, 6:51]: Gotcha.

[Ronnie Anne, 6:52]: Text me in a bit.

[Clyde, 6:53]: I will.

You are now disconnected from Messenger

[Phone transcript, text message, Aug 18, 7:10 PM]

[Clyde]: Are you alone? 7:10 PM

[Ronnie Anne]: Kinda, sort of. Lori is here, but Leni is also here. 7:11 PM

[Clyde]: Strange. Why would Leni be there? I thought your brother and Lori were dating. 7:13 PM

[Ronnie Anne]: Yeah I know. I don't feel right, right now. I am worried. I just got an aura to not be in the same place with Leni. I am still thinking about what happened then at the house and she is my house now. Can we meet? 7:16 PM

[Clyde]: I can't. Parents are at home. And my Dads don't like me going out this late. 7:18 PM

[Ronnie Anne]: Tell you what? I will go to Magnolia's Coffee Shop. It will give me time to install the app before getting there. Can you give me about ten minutes? 7:19 PM

[Clyde]: Just be careful, RA. 7:20 PM

[Ronnie Anne]: TY, BRB 7:21 PM

Ronnie Anne Santiago and Clyde McBride are connected with Messenger

Aug 18, 7:56 PM

[Ronnie Anne, 7:56]: Hey, Clyde. It's me! I made it.

[Clyde, 7:57]: Good, good. Out of curiosity, can you FaceTime me?

[Ronnie Anne, 7:57]: No can do! Prepaid phone, no camera.

[Clyde, 7:58]: Ok, just checking. Anyway, you were telling me about Leni that night at Lincoln's house.

[Ronnie Anne, 8:06]: Yeah, so I stood outside for about ten minutes. It is worrisome because I saw some of the others at the window, but never made an inch to go to the door. It was Lucy that caught my attention. She was mouthing something that I wasn't able to understand. However, she left the curtain the same time Leni opened the door. She told me that I could talk to Lincoln. However, I had only five minutes because her parents were coming home and wouldn't appreciate outside company.

[Clyde, 8:08]: Outside company? We are practically family to them.

[Ronnie Anne, 8:12]: Clyde, never in my life have I felt not welcomed in that home. Her expression was cold. Cold as her fingertips when she led me upstairs. Cold as the atmosphere around the house. Everything was bland, discolored. Going to his room felt like the Bataan Death March. If I fall, I die. If I make, I die. Never in my life did I wanted to turn around and head home. But, I had to see Lincoln.

[Clyde: 8:13]: How was he?

[Ronnie Anne, 8:14]: He was lying in bed. He held on to his stomach. He had a bowl of his soup on the nightstand. You know the kind.

[Clyde, 8:16]: Yeah, Luna's recipe.

[Ronnie Anne, 8:23]: Yeah, yeah. He was groaning and coughing. Tears were pouring down his cheek. I ran to his aid. I reverted back to the moments where we have dated. I held his hand, kissing it gently. Then, she barked at me. She screamed "what in the hell was I doing?" I turned as she stomped and snatched my hand away from Lincoln. She grabbed my arms, shaking it. She kept saying he wasn't well, I shouldn't bother him. That's when I noticed that she had scratch marks all over her hands, Clyde. Not just the kind when you itch.

[Clyde, 8:25]: What do you think?

[Ronnie Anne, 8:29]: Self-inflicted, like cutting herself. Maybe with her own fingernails or with a knife. I don't know. But, it was eerie.

[Clyde, 8:32]: What happened when Leni grabbed you?

[Ronnie Anne, 8:38]: I screamed, asking her to stop. She turned from an angry look to a very sickening look of a happy person. She stroked my hair, trailing to my chin. She apologized. She told me to blame it on her hormones. I shook my head as a form of an apology. She backed away, still standing in the doorway. She told me she had to keep watch. Lincoln hasn't been feeling well, she said. She wanted to be sure if her brother was fine.

[Clyde, 8:41]: How was he?

….

[Clyde, 8:50]: How was he?

[Ronnie Anne, 8:54]: Clyde, what I saw with Lincoln makes me not want to bully another person in my life again. I know I am a bully. I admit. But, that is just my insecurities showing. As much as I don't show it, I am still in love with Lincoln. Just seeing him in that position. Like a wounded puppy. It made rekindle those feelings.

[Clyde, 8:56]: I am sorry, Ronnie Anne. Sorry that you have to experienced that.

[Ronnie Anne, 8:56]: Why? Haven't you been checking on him?

[Clyde, 9:03]: I wanted to. You know damn well that is my best friend. But, I couldn't. I couldn't. Ronnie Anne, that day when you have voiced your concern about Lincoln was only the fearful confirmation that I didn't want to hear. I, too, have faced Leni, but she was more subtle. More of suggestions than threats.

[Ronnie Anne, 9:04]: What made you figure out the problem with Lincoln?

[Clyde, 9:06]: You saw it through his body. You saw it through Leni alone. I saw it in his drawings. His manga gave me evidence that something is wrong.

[Ronnie Anne, 9:07]: His manga? You mean the new one?

[Clyde, 9:10]: Even before then. Meet me at school tomorrow and I will give you a copy of his manuscripts. He let me have a copy just in case something were to happen. He kept the original one, but I have no idea where he put it. He just told me that it was for safe keeping. If worst comes to worst.

[Ronnie Anne, 9:11]: Why was Lincoln thinking like that?

[Clyde, 9:12]: Honestly, Ronnie Anne? I think if you read this manga, I think it can explain.

[Ronnie Anne, 9:14]: You don't think.

[Clyde, 9:15]: I do. That manga wasn't just a manga of drama and entertainment. But, I will let you be the judge. Talk to you soon.

You are now disconnected from Messenger.

[Phone transcripts, text message, Aug 19, 3:56 PM]

[Ronnie Anne]: Clyde, call me ASAP.

[Clyde]: Remember that I told you in class, no phone calls. You never know who's listening.

[Ronnie Anne]: Please. This is important.

[Clyde]: OK.

[Phone transcripts, phone call from (313) 961-3XXX, Aug 19, 3:59 PM]

{Clyde}: Hello?

{Ronnie Anne}: This is scary material. I am shaking like a leaf. I am afraid right now. This art, the graphics, they are breathtaking. {sniffle} This is shit that reminds{sniffle} me on Spawn and Higurashi. The dialogue, the content, this is too relatable. There is no way in hell that Lincoln is making up this shit. Something is wrong.

{Clyde}: The purple and blue markings. The tattered clothings, the chants. This is nothing more than the works of Satan.

{Ronnie Anne}: Something is going on in that household, Clyde. Something way, way deeper. This is some santeria shit. This is stuff I have seen through my abuelita back in Chicago.

{Clyde}: What's santa rio?

{Ronnie Anne}: No, dude. Santeria. It's an Afro-Latino religion. Very powerful stuff. Shit you don't want to mess with if you have no idea what you are doing. I didn't even know that Lincoln practices this.

{Clyde}: You think?

{Ronnie Anne}: This type of things you aren't going to find on the internet. There is too much detail that only a practitioner of that religion knows. Clyde, can I keep this book?

{Clyde}: Take as much time as you need. What are you doing?

{Ronnie Anne}: I am going to call my abuelita and ask her some questions.

{Clyde}: Are you still going to meet me and Lincoln at the lab tomorrow? His debut premieres in a few days.

{Ronnie Anne}: I will. I don't want to miss it for the world. Keep tabs on him for me. I will hit you up tomorrow.

{Clyde}: Meet me at Magnolia's tomorrow. Lincoln has to go home anyway.

{Ronnie Anne}: Will do.

[Phone call ended]

[Recorded tape message via Ronnie Anne Santiago, Aug 20, 11:38 AM]

[Clyde]: The lab was really quiet today.

[Ronnie Anne]: He was working on the finishing touches of his short film. Very graphic in detail.

[Clyde]: It was amazingly, strangely beautiful. It brought tears to my eyes. Someone is that capable.

[Ronnie Anne]: That was only a portion. Remember that the main details are in that comic.

[Clyde]: Hey, Ronnie Anne. What's with the tape recorder?

[Ronnie Anne]: Evidence. What I am about to explain might put us in danger.

[Clyde]: Danger?

[Ronnie Anne]: I phoned my grandma last night. I gave her accurate descriptions of what's on Lincoln's manga. She nearly dropped the phone when she said that material is only material that a practitioner of the religion knows.

[Clyde]: Is Lincoln practicing it?

[Ronnie Anne]: No! She says that Lincoln is involved, but not the person practicing it. It only means that Lincoln is being used as material.

[Clyde]: Explain.

[Ronnie Anne]: First of All, the manga is titled Kanojo no shikō no owari ni.

[Clyde]: Your Japanese is as good as my Spanish. What does it mean?

[Ronnie Anne]: It's Japanese for At the End of Her Thoughts. The premise that you and I gather is about a boy who suffers under the hands of his sister. The boy lives in a village with his sister. The boy's parents died in a terrible accident. The boy was considered responsible for their deaths, thus making him and his sister the outcast of the village. His sister was grief stricken over her parents' death. Terrified with rage of loneliness and depression, she took her rage out on her brother. Her brother was under constant attack by his sister. It got to a point where the boy got used to it.

So, time goes on and he gets older. Well, his sister began to calm down by this time. She begins practicing a new religion, the santeria, that is calming her down. It gives her peace and control. At the same time, this divination of power causes fear to the village elders because they know how capable one can be when they get to their full potential. She makes amends with her brother, promoting forgiveness. Happiness finally returned to them, but for quite a spell.

The sister became obsessed with her brother. So much so, she had developed feelings for her brother. There was a small backstory where the boy was subjected to sexual abuse, but Lincoln decided against it. It was written in a small excerpt in the back of the page. I think he knew that the editors wouldn't release it, so he dropped it. Anyway, one day, the boy, who is now a man, brings a woman home to his sister. He tells his sister that he is in love and they will soon wed.

This was met with hostility. The sister went to her room where the memories of her parents' death returned and the abuse of her brother. In her mind, she was thinking that her brother was doing it again. He was torturing her. Was it punishment for the past. She overlooked it. She loved her brother. And she wasn't going to let anything stand in her way.

As I scrolled through the pages, it shows the plans on how she was planning to kill the boy's girlfriend. There was a ritual and that when I have figured out that is the practice of santeria came in.

[Clyde]: I remember now. The final part of the manga was when she set the girl up in a trap and performed the ritual for a sacrifice. She was going to kill her.

[Ronnie Anne]: If she drink the blood of any one who cares about her brother, then she is able to see and know what goes around her. It isn't like she is a psychic, but her intuition is higher and her perception of things heighten.

[Clyde]: This is too good. I can see why the editor's wanted his manga.

[Ronnie Anne]: He didn't make this manga out of popularity, at least not a first. We have seen his earlier works. Way, way, too vanilla.

[Clyde]: I know, Ronnie Anne. I wanted some kind of relief. Anyway, this manga isn't a story. No way in hell is this a story.

[Ronnie Anne]: it's a message. A pure message to let us know that he is in danger.

[Clyde]: From who?

[Ronnie Anne]: Like we have to ask. When you look at the character's name, the Japanese characters displayed it as Nire. The boy's name is Kan. Well, I looked at the sister's name and try using anagrams and realized the danger within.

Check it out: If I flip the ni and re, then it will be Reni. The Japanese linguistics don't have a L in their dialect, therefore the use of R. So, flip the R and you have Leni. The family surname is Rin. You know where I am going.

[Clyde]: I didn't get that deep. I always thought it was because Lincoln was stressed. I didn't go that far into the story.

[Ronnie Anne]: A cry for help stems in different ways. Just because we always see him smiling doesn't mean something is wrong.

[Clyde]: So, what now? Should we call the police?

[Ronnie Anne]: Everything is on speculation. We can talk to Lincoln about it. But, if he went into greater depths of putting his situation into a manga, this is far beyond him. Especially if he fears LEni more than the cops.

[Clyde]: Could we make an anonymous tip to the police?

[Ronnie Anne]: Here is why I don't want to. If police or CPS comes through, then Leni knows what's happening. She will know that someone is on to her. And the only people she has seen has been me. But Leni knows I am not the only person who is a friend of Lincoln. So, that puts you in danger also.

As long as this has been going on, the family is quite aware of what she is doing. How she could put twelve people in fear amazes me. Thus, going back to the santeria practice. If Leni is practicing witchcraft, then someone is teaching her.

[Clyde]: Who is?

[Ronnie Anne]: I don't know. That's what I am going to find out. I am going to call my abuelita tonight and inquire her for more research.

[Clyde]: Understood.

[Ronnie Anne]: One more thing. Keep this between us.

[Clyde]: What do you mean?

[Ronnie Anne]: The worst thing you want to do is to allow others in on it. You don't know who they are going to spread to. So, please, Clyde, keep this on the hush.

[Clyde]: I will, I promise.

[Recorded message ended]

"Wake Me Up When September Ends" filled the quiet room. Shades of grey filled the spots that weren't covered by the curtains. A lone cigarette lingered from the ashtray. It burned, leaving a trail of white to the ceiling. It stood alone, burning, lurking for an owner to consume its smoke. However, it stood alone, allowing itself to slowly burn. From the otherside of the ashtray faced Clyde McBride. He had a cup of coffee in his hand. The same cup that he held for the last thirty minutes. The coffee by now was lukewarm. He could relate to the burning ash, the temperature of the coffee, he, too, wanted to fade away. He, too, was becoming cold. He stared into the coffee cup, seeing himself in the reflection. It was murky, dark like the swamp he wouldn't mind drowning himself into at this very moment in time.

He looked over to the dresser where his father had recently dropped off lunch. It was gently placed beside the tray that contain last night's dinner. He wasn't hungry. His stomach has already been filled of regret, shame, anger, and amongst other things. An ulcer, tearing and eating away his flesh, filling the void of whatever hunger he desired. For his happy days as a youth were coming to a close. Whatever glimpse of sunshine he wanted wasn't there. Even the lightbulb to his ceiling blew out today. The lightbulb from his lamp was from yesterday.

He wanted darkness. The hole in the wall where he threw the lamp was confirmation of his decision. Rage was on his mind.

He heard a knock on the door.

He didn't call anything. His voice was absent. Even if he wanted to speak, it will filled with frustration or tears. His dried eyes weren't in the move of releasing tears from his tired tears ducts. His nose was inflamed that when he moved his lips, it hurted.

Clyde wanted nothing more than to disappear from the face of the Earth. He stared at the window, watching the days go by. Watching others continue on with their life. As for him, the destroyed walkie talkie became proof that his soul has already left the vessel. For the Clyde that was there died the same day when he had learned of the departure of his friend.

The knocking on the door continued.

He didn't call anything again. By that time, Clyde had the song played on repeat. On his desk, he had already written enough things to make peace with anybody who wouldn't understand. He had enough of smoking cigarettes. He had enough tears. He had enough of everything.

Now, he wanted to be nothing more than a past tense. To be a part of the departed of his former self.

His choice of clothes were neatly lined on the bed. It was a black tuxedo with the silver and black bowtie. It was a gift from Lincoln when they celebrated Lincoln's notification of his manga being approved. They had a dinner. He, Lincoln, and Ronnie Anne went to the French-Mexican restaurant to celebrate. They knew a guy who wouldn't IDed them. Wine after wine filled their glasses. Wine after wine filled their stomachs. Precious moments that he shared with dear friends.

Moments he would never have again.

The knocking on the door continued.

No more tears, he told himself. It was the final job that he was going to do right. No longer would he speak for it created something it never should. His voice caused people their lives. He should have kept quiet. He shouldn't have ever consoled. He shouldn't have ever pried. Well, at least, he hoped that his next plan of action would bring solace. If not for his family, at least to those that were no longer in pain.

He took deep breaths. He thought he was ready. He stood up, the first in nearly an hour. He walked to the ashtray where he took another smoke. It filled his lungs, wakening his body. He coughed, but took another. In his mind, he was in charge of his body and was certain on what he was going to do with it.

He cracked his neck before cracking his knuckles. He walked to the closet where he opened up a case that belonged to his father. Its' intent of the instrument was used to protect them from intruders. According to his hands, he, himself, was the intruder; and that very instrument was going to solve his dilemma.

His father called it a Poor Man's Machete because he didn't have the skills to defend himself. Despite growing up in an era in which your hands were all the protection he needed, he didn't suffice. He didn't play by the rules. Clyde silently smiled, shaking his head of his father's poor choices.

You should have listened to your elders, then this would have never played a part in my demise.

He had loaded earlier in the morning. He did it when he had told his parents that he went out for a walk. Looking back, he wondered why he didn't do it when he had the chance. It mattered not for his best friend's family were giving a choice of his untimely demise.

He heard the door once more. This time it was getting heavier. Time was upon him. He knew he didn't have much longer. The Poor Man's Machete was heavy, but it felt powerful. Stomach was growling, the hunger was returning. He was ready, yearning for the return of being with his dear friend. Yearning for life if reincarnation was real.

He cocked it, aiming it where he wanted it to count. It was the very place where he had spilled himself to his therapist, his family, his best friend, and his best friend's family. The fifteen years he had invested with them. The love, the mishaps, the adventures, everything. He closed his eyes, picturing himself with them. He was at the dinner table. Mrs. Loud stood in the center. A warm meal was on the table. Lucy was reading her gothic novels. Lana wanted first dibs on the turkey. Lincoln was struggling to keep them under control when he had company. His beloved Lori was on the phone with the enemy. So many of them. He smiled as Mrs. Loud told him to get the first helping on the meal. He took the bite of her famous turkey. Filled with love, he thought.

He cried once more. His heart was the target followed by the sound of thunder.

Det. Yamamoto is drinking on his fifth cup of coffee. He checks the time on his watch. It isn't long until the clock strikes midnight. So much has been going on over the past twenty-four hours. And within those twenty-four hours, there are two bodies sitting in the morgue as he is thinking about it.

Two important people that were involved to this case: Bobby Santiago and Clyde McBride.

He takes notes on his notebook as he sits outside in the pavilion. Rain is coming down harshly, but he doesn't mind it. The sound is covering the occasional cursing and slamming sounds on the table. Normally, cases like this shouldn't get the veteran detective, but these were children.

Bobby was a few weeks shy of being twenty-one years old. Clyde was only fifteen years old.

Clyde McBride: 15 years old (suicide) connection to the Louds: Lincoln's best friend: victim was found leaning against his dresser with a gunshot wound to the heart.

He puts his pen down. He bites into his lip. If he would have got there a few minutes earlier. If he would have busted the down open. So many what-if's filled his entire mind. This was too much of a coincidence of having two people who had ties to the Loud family to kill themselves within less than 24 hours of each other.

The victim was transported via ambulance to Oakland County General. Victim was pronounced deceased upon arrival. His room was inspected, but we didn't find everything out of the ordinary. He kept a clean room. Everything was neat and tidy. According to his father, Howard, Clyde was always organized. He was a child that had a promising future.

He checks his notes to see if there is anything of importance that he had missed. He spots something.

White father said that Clyde has been despondent over the last couple of days. Black father said that Clyde wouldn't commit suicide knowing the impact that he would bring to his family. He knew Clyde wouldn't do anything like that without any particular reason.

Is there anything with his computer or phone?

That was much of the important notes he remembered writing. Clyde's phone and laptop were taken to the crime lab for further research. Meanwhile, he is still concerned about another subject in question: Ronnie Anne Santiago.

His phone rings. He answers it on the second ring.

"Detective Mark Yamamoto here," he says.

"Hey, Mark. Officer Jennings. I am calling about your whereabouts about your missing Santiago girl."

"What can you tell me?"

"She was last seen heading south on South Fischer Avenue in Royal Woods."

"South Fischer? When and where?"

"Subject was last seen on that Tuesday around 7:35, 7:40 that evening. Witnesses reported her going to the FInal Frontier comic book store."

"Ok, then. We have another lead. Have an officer to head down there and ask some questions."

"Yes, sir. I also have another thing to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Sam has been released from the hospital. She wants to see you. She says it is very important. It is about the Loud case. She is waiting for you at your office."

"Ok. Gotcha. Also, Officer Jennings, any word on the autopsies?"

"We have confirmed the bodies of Rita Loud, Lynn Loud, Sr., Lori Loud, Luan Loud, and Lola Loud. The coroner still has the others in the deep freezer. He has been working extensively over the last couple of days, sir."

"Just keep me posted, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

Det. Yamamoto hangs up the phone and put it in his pocket. He drained the remainder of his coffee before discarding it in the trash. He takes sharp breaths before immediately coughing. He begins gagging from an unbearable stench in the air. He knows something is in the air and he is sure that itisn't love.

[News Report, Aug 27, Channel 5 News Midday]

This is Sandra Oh from Channel 5 News reporting.

Police tonight are asking for your help for information regarding a heinous crime that happened overnight. Last night around 1 in the morning, 911 received a call of a fire reported off of the Henderson Memorial Highway in nearby St. Clair County. St. Clair County Sheriff Office were on the scene. Upon discovery of the origin of the fire, sheriffs were stunned on what they have found. Next to a dumpster, a burning box that contained a body. A coroner was reported to the scene. According to the county coroner, the body was severed in many places. The victim's head was found on top, wrapped tightly in duct tape with a little bow on top. As of now, the body has been marked as John or Jane Doe.

What concerns the county sheriff was a message that was written note found on top of the dumpster where the body was discovered. Here is what the message says.

Tell me why you looked at her
And please don't give me lies
If you gaze upon another girl
I may have to take your eyes

Her hearts simply not worth your own
It appears much too small
Once I carved it out of her
It was only five inches tall

Please tell me that you love me
That you share in my lust
And don't talk to another girl
Or I'll grind her into dust

We can finally be alone together
As we bury her in the mud
Then I'll write love a hundred times
With a hand soaked in her blood

She can't love you as much as me
You know I love you to death
And that's just what I'd say to her
As she took her dying breath

I know you'd never break my heart
Or tell me that we're through
Cause if you did I'd be so sad
I'd have to break you too

The county coroner has taken the body to undergo an autopsy. He hopes to have the name of the victim within the next few days. The note has been taken to a crime lab for fingerprints.

Now, police are wondering if this crime is a single incident or a sign of a serial killer? More details at a later date. Reporting live off from Henderson Memorial Highway in St. Clair County, Michigan. This is Sandra Oh, Channel 5 News.

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