Chapter thirty-two
...Police station—witness interrogation room...
Oliver ran his fingers through the strands of his hair and leaned against the barred window sill. Waiting for answers, only to feel as if he was the suspect then the door finally opened—two men walked in the room. Then suddenly he turned and said. "Why aren't you searching for my fiancé's killer! Why are you holding me in here and assume me as if I supposedly had done?"
"We have to ask everyone, close to the victim. Would you please, calm down and sit." Sergeant Geoff Ahang replied, calmly. Oliver grew more frustrated and heavily sighed, grasped the chair and put it out then sat down as requested.
Sergeant Ahang and his partner sat down then resumed the questions. Asking personal questions about their intimate life then the serious questions were finally asked. "What does my private intimate life have to do with anything of catching the sunvabitch that murdered my fiancé?" Oliver hissed, angrily.
"It is procedure, sir and sincerely apologise for these questions and give deep sympathy for your fiancé. Do you know if she may have or may had any enemies, possibly from work or from somewhere else for instance where she would go during her spare time?" Sergeant David Mendez inquired.
"No—everyone loved her at work. Julie was loved by all, there wasn't one that didn't loathe her." Oliver said, softly sobbed. Both officers glanced eachother, sighed as just when one were going to ask one last question—a knock at the interrogation room door had interrupted the interview. "Sergeant Ahang and sergeant Mendez—a word for a second." Captain Paul Kniep requested.
Both officers followed their employer out of the room, closing the door behind and stood by the mirror window—discussing about the assumed suspect. "What is it, captain?" sergeant Mendez asked.
"There has been another body found—four in fact, since 8pm. And I want you two to investigate, report back and release him." Captain Kniep ordered. "Wait a minute, Captain. How'd we know that he may had killed his own fiancé and framed another to cover up the evidence?" Sergeant Mendez stated.
"I hope you have or find the evidence to back that theory, Sergeant Mendez. Until then, cut him loose—we have nothing to hold him on." Captain Kniep demanded, walking away. "Dave, what was that?" Sergeant Ahang inquired, raised a wryly brow. "I have a hunch and it pointing to this guy—I believe he killed her." Sergeant Mendez replied.
"You are sure about that! Like the captain said, hope you have the evidence to prove that theory." Sergeant Ahang said, folding his arms. "Not the moment, but when I find the evidence—the sunvabitch is going down." Sergeant Mendez answered, walking in the room. Sergeant Ahang stay outside and listened to his partner and the civilians brief converse as he was finally given permission to leave the premises.
Oliver grunted with annoyance as he grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the room then gave sergeant Ahang, an angry glance as he brushed past. Sergeant Mendez walked out and stood beside his partner as they both watched the dirty blonde haired man leave the station. "So—what do you think, Dave?" Geoff asked, curiously glanced. "There must be some dirt to dig up and pin on this guy as he does have one hell of an nasty temper." David replied, lowly stated and continued to glare the doorway.
"Don't worry so much, pal. We'll get him but first—we should get on top of this investigation." Geoff suggested. David nodded.
...Back at Third Avenue—On the rooftop...
The roof was completely surrounded with medical forensics, local police investigators with along FBI detectives while some police officers remained down below—keeping the inquiring new media out of the crime scene. "Who the hell is this guy?" Lieutenant Kim inquired.
"Nicholas Mendez." Deputy Inspector Gray answered. "Come again? Did you say Nicholas Mendez?" Detective Hartman repeated, glanced confusedly. "Yes, sir. Nicholas Mendez." Deputy inspector Gray replied. "He wouldn't be any relation to Officer David Mendez, if I presume?" Detective Hartman presumably stated.
"That is correct—what does that have to do with anything?" Deputy inspector Gray answered, confusedly blinked. Detective Hartman glanced in silence then answered finally. "Nothing—let's get back to work."
...Industrial area...
Heavily breathed with eager hunger desire to finally eat his latest meal, carrying the body over his shoulder as the victim's blood seeped through his scaly fur. The were-terrapin stealth through the shadows until reaching his desired spot, heavily breathed once more then removed the corpse from his shoulder and dropped to the concrete pavement—inhaling deeply the scent of the corpse's flesh as he slowly leaned down and hungrily growled before feasting upon the body.
Biting into the dead man's chest—eating his heart first with two of his rib bones. When swallowed the fleshy organ then lowered once more as large amounts of hot dripping salvia, dropped upon the pavement around the body as the beast continued to feast until there was nothing left except for bones but then may not be any bones left uneaten.
The black/green were-terrapin began to tire as his fill was finally satisfied. Walking away from the bloody, boned skeleton and went for a comfortable place to sleep as the dawn was rising. Going to the large sewer pipe and climbed down then disappeared in the darkness within until found a unoccupied burrow where can sleep in peace.
Meanwhile—the old rat, the blue and purple clad terrapins were far behind and finally tracked down the were-terrapins last destination also found the new trail of blood, leading towards where it all began. "So—here we are again." Don stated softly.
"As it so seems, Lil brother—so it seems." Leo said.
"Let's finish this—for good." Master Splinter stated, leading the way into the industrial area and prayed to leave the battle—alive.
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...to be continued in chapter thirty-three...
Ok—I know this is short but atleast it is beginning to become interesting, don't you think? Well, anyway time to return back to the lair and see if anything has happened since last and wonder if Master Splinter and his sons will find the were-terrapin in time before the rising dawn? Despite they have finally tracked the beast back to where it has decided to take refuge after it's fill.
Stay tune and join me for the up-coming chapter, it is so going to be exciting or for those, close your eyes if don't want to watch—I mean read. You get what I mean.
"What 'cha doing, Tealana?" Raph said, as he sneaked up behind me—scaring the living life out of me. "Aaagh! DON'T DO THAT, YOU BLOODY JERK!" I snarl, pushing my hands upon his plastron.
"Hee—hee. Scared ya, did I? Maybe I should do it more often." Raph chuckled, smugly grinned at me. "No. Don't! What are you doing in here, anyway?" I asked the red clad terrapin, curiously glanced as I closed my book while my pen was still on the page, waiting to be signed, officially.
"Oh Nuthin' much, just wonderin' what ya're up to—and what it looks like that ya're writing another story again. What is it about this time? Is a love story—I hate romance." Raph whined.
"Well—Sort of. It is horror, angst, crime, family and romance fiction." I half explained, giving the red clad terrapin a soft smile. "Who are the characters? Hope it aint me?" He lowly stated.
"Of course not, you are too much of hothead to be apart of my fictions, raph." I reply, half giggled.
"Huh? And why not?" He asked me, raising a curious but wryly brow as he folded his arms.
"Well, like I just said. You're too much a hot head to be in my fiction and you said that if I ever write about your private life in my fictions that you just give me what I should have since not getting but then what and when would you know if I had." I replied, smirking.
The red clad terrapin glanced at me, blushing as he must have mis-heard what I said as he walk out. I wipe away the excess sweat drop from my forehead and quickly signed my page then placed in the drawer when I heard a hissy snarl behind.
"TEALANA! BETTER RUN GIRL AS I AM SO GIVING YOU THE WHAT FOR NOW, SNEAKING LIL TURD!"
SWOOSH—"MASTER SPLINTER!" I cry out.
"MASTER SPLINTER CAN'T HELP YOU NOW—HEE HEE. THIS IS GONNA BE FUN."
Read and review, until next time—tootles