AUTHOR'S NOTE= Hello !
Here I am.… unfortunately I've been without internet for two weeks because the antenna that sends the signal to my house fell down after the storm and the strong winds. Besides that, a beautiful lightning strike on a hot sunny day burned my pc. Just so you understand the drama, I had typed and translated more than 30 chapters of this story alone... but unfortunately it's all gone... but I'm typing and translating again, luckily I had everything written down in my little notebook (I'm a cautious girl), so get ready because I'll be typing / translating and sending it out, I hope to have several chapters up by tomorrow, another important thing, the story is finished, so don't waste time and let's read it because we're getting to the big ending... A big kiss, and send your feedback in the comments.
CHAPTER 97
In the gloomy heart of the city, that narrow alleyway seemed to hold its own secrets, as the shadows danced between the decaying corners, the next morning dawned on a city with a heavy, oppressive atmosphere. The streets were silent, only the distant echo of hurried footsteps breaking the silence. However, a gloomy alleyway was about to reveal a disturbing secret, where debris piled up like silent witnesses to unknown stories. The subtle breeze carried with it an unpleasant scent that floated between the narrow alleys, as if the environment itself was confident of the dark event that hung there.
An enigmatic atmosphere hung about, as if the very fabric of time was laden with the sighs of those who dared to cross that dark path. The walls seemed to whisper untold stories, and the uneven floor, marked by urban scars, bore witness to events that made even the bravest shiver.
As the sunlight struggled to penetrate the narrow gaps, the debris in the alley took on a new life, revealing a tapestry of forgotten stories. Among the torn garbage bags and stained walls, the mystery of the morning seemed to breathe, as if waiting to be discovered.
Chief Collins, along with his best investigator Joe, an investigator renowned for his ability to unravel the most intricate puzzles, was assigned to unravel this enigma. Her eyes, as refined as a knife blade, meticulously examined every inch of his face as she absorbed the secret-laden atmosphere.
The victim, a young woman barely out of childhood, was naked in a way that destroyed her surroundings. Clothes were thrown around her, torn and showing everyone what she had experienced, the fashion of her clothes contrasting disturbingly with the scene of decay. Collins wondered how someone so young had met her fate in this dark corner of the city.
A young woman found in the gloomy alley permanent as an enigmatic figure, with her back shrouded in a veil of mystery. Joe plunged further into the depths of the case, facing the harsh reality of the evidence before him. The signs of violence on the victim's body were a silent but terribly clear language.
Each mark on her skin told a story of brutality, a narrative that echoed the sadness of a life cut short by cruelty. Collins felt the gravity of the situation weigh heavily on her shoulders, while her instincts for justice pushed her to seek the truth, no matter how obscure it might be.
Examining the wounds inflicted on the young woman, Collins and Joe couldn't ignore the savagery of the act. The violence was more than just a crime. It was a desecration of the life and integrity of that young soul. Every mark, every sign of agony, cried out for justice, making their mission not just an investigation, but a quest for redemption.
As the town murmured about what had happened, a collective feeling of indignation and sadness hung in the air. The victim was, after all, a daughter of the town, a young girl whose dreams had been brutally silenced. The community was united in demanding answers and the identification of the person responsible for such a terrible act. Joe, for her part, plunged into the labyrinths of the investigation with a mixture of determination and compassion. With each clue she uncovered, she moved closer not only to the truth about the crime, but also to the justice that this young woman deserved.
While the city was enveloped in shadows of mourning and indignation. Collins and Joe moved forward, braving the darkness to bring the light of truth to light. The enigma of the dead girl became not just a case for them, but a mission to restore a little peace to those who mourned a life cut short by merciless violence.
The alley, now transformed into a stage of mystery, was more than just a crime scene. It was a portal to a hidden world, where secrets intertwined like invisible threads.
The discovery began with a whisper, a boat whispered through the shadows of the city. The news of a body, a young woman, found in the confines of the alley. Curiosity mixed with fear, forming a toxic mixture that spread quickly through the narrow streets.
Mountie Commander General Jaime Collins, known for his relentless ability to unravel the darkest mysteries, was called in to investigate the case. His sharp mind and keen eyes were the city's last hope of bringing justice to that dirty, decaying alley.
On arriving at the scene, Collins and his team were confronted with a macabre scene. The young woman's body lay among torn garbage bags, her expression of anguish frozen in her last breath. Marks of violence adorned her body, like scars from a tragic story that had to be unraveled.
He carefully examined the scene, every detail of which seemed to whisper a secret. He saw that the victim had not reached this dark place; traces of elegance and beauty contrasted with the surrounding atmosphere of decay.
As Collins scoured the crime scene for clues, the whole city seemed to be shrouded in a veil of expectation. News of the discovery was spreading like wildfire, and the population was anxiously awaiting answers.
Collins, with urgency in his voice, spoke as soon as the phone rang:
- Soldier, this is Collins. We have an urgent case on our hands. A young woman has been found dead, brutally beaten and raped, in an alleyway in the city. We need to release a story to the newspaper immediately.
- Understood, Mr. Collins. This is terrible. I'm already accessing the center. Do you want to include any specific details in the story? The soldier asked.
- I want the message to be clear. Say that we're offering a substantial reward for any information that leads to the identification of the person responsible for this heinous crime. Let's mobilize the community, we need to find whoever did this.
- Understood, Mr. Collins. I'm drafting the message now. Any specific description of the victim we should include? The young soldier knew very well how to do his job, so he always asked something.
- Yes, mention that the victim is a young girl, apparently between fifteen and sixteen years old, with distinctive features, blue eyes, reddish hair, white skin, small and thin.
- Understood, sir. We'll spread the news as quickly as possible. You'll make sure all the details are clear in the message. We'll do our best to get information and bring justice to this poor young man's family.
In the bustling city center, a young newspaper vendor was shouting his voice... his cries echoing through the narrow streets...
"Extra... Extra!
Big headline of the day!"
The words reverberated with urgency, attracting the attention of curious passers-by who stopped to listen.
"Horror in the city:
Young woman brutally assaulted and raped in shady alley.
Reward offered for crucial information.
Community shocked and seeking justice! "
Translated with (free version)