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"Reports have stunned the city of Bucharest."
"The Grengal Zoo has declared a mandatory lock down until further investigation."
"No witnesses have approached the police as to what may have happened."
News flooded Bucharest over the wee hours of sunset.
The owner of Orange Crest Apartments, Dolores Rosin, has been found murdered; her body mangled and flesh nearly consumed by whatever had committed the crime. Groundkeepers of the Grengal Zoo have pleaded with the city to see that they none of their animals had escaped that day. They have claimed that at the time of death, the Zoo was clearing out its faithful customers. No animal had escaped from his or her protective cages.
"It is very unclear that an animal with a mass that large would go without being seen" Groundskeeper, Myra Eshton, implied after being questioned. "We do not take criticism lightly. We make sure that all of our animals are safely locked away. We can assure our visitors are safe when visiting our zoo."
"This is an atrocity!"
"I don't believe for a second that animals deserve to be caged. I don't blame their destructive behavior because these are wild animals; they still have their instincts. It is sad that someone had to die to see that the animals deserve to be let go." A bystander quoted on the murder of Dolores Rosin.
Gabriel shut his television off. Nothing else seemed to have been on during the next morning. The mood outside and in was glum; the murdered rocked the grounds of Bucharest. Gabriel admitted to being fumed by the idea of the murder sounding strikingly familiar. His son had done the same months earlier; he never needed to question Rafe if he hunted a tourist or not because he knew his son to prey upon them. But, this was no tourist to have died at the hands of an animal. Gabriel settled at his desk trying to concentrate on shipments when his son came inside.
"I suppose that you are going to question me to see if I tracked that woman."
Rafe came to sit in the chair opposite of his father. There was a dark glint in his eye. His father shone his frustration and yet he remained quiet with his jaw clenched tight.
"Do you know anything about this? Do you know if anyone other than yourself to have began their own tracking?"
Rafe set his feet to the desk and leaned into the chair. "I wouldn't know a thing. I've been far too busy to ask around if anyone has hunted other than on our usual date."
Gabriel rose to stare out of this window. His hands were folded behind his back. "Rafe, I will ask you to be careful. As I've said many times before, you will lead us into new world; this pack will be yours one day and if you squabble around, tracking tourists and leave your trails, they will know we are here."
"Yes, I know. I'm sick of you repeating this but its good to hear it again once in a while."
His father turned. "When everyone leaves, I'll ask you to go with me to Orange Crest. If they say that this is an animal, we'll be able to track it down."
"So we are going on our own hunt, eh?" Rafe climbed from the chair. His mood partially lifted. "Although, I was supposed to meet someone tonight, actually last night but she never showed up. I'm a little worried about her because she lived at the Orange Crest."
"You are tracking another one?" Gabriel growled inhumanely at the news.
"You can't honestly blame me, these tourists are hard to resist. This one was too beautiful not to go after." Rafe went to the door, his hand grasping the doorknob. "Don't you get all worried, I'm not going to ruin her as I did the other. This one is frightened of me, and that means, she's a keeper."
Rafe chuckled while leaving. Gabriel shook his head. His son received his suave mannerism with the women. He remembered vividly that the way Rafe behaved, not by anyone else's rules but his own, reminded him keenly of himself. Still, there was no laughing matter about the murder echoing throughout the city. It had sent a brilliant shock wave of fear that Gabriel desired to spill but with falling numbers, sending that wave was obsolete.
He hoped that, with the aid of his son, they would find something about the situation; it had no settled with him.
River sat by herself in the café drinking a cup of coffee. Her body shivered fiercely with cold. She was not feeling so good and her ghostly white skin revealed her ailment. She carefully took a drink to settle her trembling fingers. She learned about the murder of her landlady, she could not think of anything else or even tried too. She wondered what happened to the woman and why something would want to hurt her. She seemed to be well-enjoyed woman, rather nosy at times, but that was no reason to be murdered. Everyone had his or her flaw and that alone separated him or her from each other.
River drew her coat tighter around her body trying her best to wear off the cold racking her body. Her teeth chattered, her eyes lost all their color, River was definitely ill.
"Boy, don't you look ill." The waitress said after clearing off a table on River's left. "I guess the news kind of shook you."
"I think so. Its not everyday that someone gets murdered in your apartment complex." River nervously shook. She took another sip of the warm brew.
"I don't know what did this, I just hope whatever did will be disposed of inhumanely."
By the words said, River ceased to shake. Her eyes stared at the waitress, offended by her determination to rule out the possible destruction of the murderer. She, on the other hand, thought to nod in agreement.
"That's if they ever catch him or her."
"Don't you worry, love. Here in Bucharest, the police have their ways of tracking these killers down. Why wouldn't anyone feel safe in these streets?"
River nodded as the waitress walked away. She thought for a moment to reconsider her actions. She needed to go back to Orange Crest to wait for her letter; most importantly, River needed to see the damage she had done.