Chapter 3

Some loud knocking woke him up. First he didn’t even know where he was or how did he end up in his bed. He sat up and rubbed his face to come to his senses then he looked down just to see his trousers open, some telltale dry patches on his underwear.

“Shit…” Martin cursed as the happenings of last night came into his mind. He got home very late after he fled that horrible place and in his frustrated state of mind he had to touch himself to ease the burning tension in his groin. After that he fell asleep within seconds. The impatient knocking repeated and he quickly stood up and adjusted his clothes. “I’m coming, I’m coming…” he grunted then grimaced from the choice of his words.

“Mr. Gore, we have to hurry” Mr. Fletcher said without any greeting.

“What happened?”

“Another homicide we have to investigate. Grab your jacket and let’s go.”

“Alright, just a moment” he said then after collecting his things they were already on their way to the scene.

As they got closer in the police carriage, a bad feeling started to creep up on Martin’s throat. The streets seemed unpleasantly familiar to him and when they turned around the last corner he already knew where they were headed. They stopped in front of the brothel.

He quickly followed his boss upstairs and felt a lump in his throat when they entered Room 101. He suddenly felt sick as he heard a policeman’s report to Mr. Fletcher saying that the body was discovered around 6 am. They entered the room and the lifeless and bloody body of Mr. Lambert was lying on the bed in the same position as Lady Jennifer a few days ago.

“Holy cow…” Martin whispered.

“It seems that we have a serial killer. It looks like the same ritual, don’t you think, Mr. Gore?” Mr. Fletcher stepped closer to the victim and lifted his foot a bit from the wet sound under his shoe – the red carpet was soaked with blood.

“Yes…” Martin breathed wide-eyed.

“But it seems our murderer became more violent… or he was in a hurry this time…” the detective said “It’s a mess this time and the bathroom is clean. He killed and ripped him apart here on the bed, it seems…”

“The heart?” Martin forced calmness on his voice as he took the usual notes.

“Missing. Sexual intercourse confirmed – judging by the sperm traces around his anus” he grimaced “No sign of rape. God, these sick bastards…” he added as he looked at the smeared make up and the glassy grayish eyes staring into nothing. “You can take him to the morgue” Mr. Fletcher waved for two men waiting by the wall. They stepped forward and put the body on a stretcher, covering it with a sheet.

The red-haired man investigated the bed for other clues and Martin saw him bend forward for something under a pillow.

“What is it, Mr. Fletcher?”

“A black onyx ring, if I’m not mistaken” he took a closer look then gave it to the other man “I don’t think that it was the victim’s, because he had rings on all ten fingers and its diameter looks smaller than his fingers. Hopefully it’s the killers’ ring. That’d help in our investigation. Does it look familiar to you, Mr. Gore?”

Martin was just staring at the ring in his hand. Yes, he recognized it too well! He saw it on Mr. Gahan last night when he smacked and jerked off Mr. Lambert… “Uhm… no, I don’t think so…” he heard himself say and didn’t know why he suddenly felt the urge to lie to his boss. It was evidence that Gahan was here last night. He was their only suspect now in both cases. Maybe Martin was too ashamed from the whole scene he had witnessed and just wanted to forget it completely? That would be very unprofessional…

“Excuse me, Mr. Fletcher, a young boy on the corridor says that he wants to talk to you about the murder” they heard a policeman’s voice.

“Sure, we are coming” he nodded and waved to Mart to follow him. “Mr. Fletcher. I investigate the case. This is my partner Mr. Gore” he introduced themselves to the skinny dark-skinned Hindu boy wearing just some see-through ornate red shirt and matching light trousers. It was clear that he worked here as who knows what, although Martin had some ideas. “What can we do for you?”

“It is about the kill. I see dark man go to Mr. Lambert’s room late night” he fixed his gaze on the taller investigator.

“Good. When did this happen?”

“Not long after show end in saloon.”

“How did the man look like?”

“Pretty. Big nose, dark eyes, tall, like animal. Predator.”

“Predator?”

“Flames, passion in eyes. Anger, desire.”

“Did you see any weapons by him?”

“No. He skinny but looked strong.”

“Was he alone?”

The boy seemed confused for a moment looking from Andrew to Martin then back. “No. He followed” he pointed at the blonde man.

‘Fuck!’ Martin thought but remained silent.

“You mean my colleague? Are you sure? Isn’t it possible that you saw a similar man?” Mr. Fletcher frowned, glimpsing at Martin.

“No, it was Mr. Gore. Sneaking after him like fox.”

“I see. And?”

“Blonde comes out after few minutes, rushing like mad man.”

“And the other?”

“Not know. Had to go to my room. Business arrived.”

“Thank you. Here’s the address of the police station. If something else comes into your mind, please tell us” he gave him a card.

“Of course.”

“Can you tell me what was this all about, Mr. Gore?!” Andrew grabbed Martin by his elbow and pulled him back to the dead artist’s room.

“Alright, I was here last night.”

“What the hell?!” Andrew started to turn red with anger.

“I was just following Mr. Gahan, because I had a strange feeling.”

“And you tell me this just now?! Are you nuts?! They can connect you to this crime now!”

“But I did nothing! I just followed him to gather more information! When I left they both were very much alive!” he tried to defend himself, already feeling the sweat roll down on his back.

“Then why did you run?! What did you see?”

“Well…” he looked aside as some pictures flashed in front of his eyes.

“Your explanation will be better damned good, because as things are right now it can sound as if you fled when Gahan killed Lambert…”

“No, he did not kill him. He fucked him. That’s why I ran off. I did not wish to watch that disgusting act” he looked up with a stern expression “I don’t know what happened after that but they were still alive when I left” he repeated.

“That man is strange…”

“Yes, he is. But we have no evidence that he ended the life of the victims.”

“We will catch him sooner or later” Andy nodded “But I have to take you off the case.”

“Why?!”

“Because you’ve got involved despite my clear orders. You cannot endanger the case with following the suspect! Go home, Martin and rest for a few days.”

“But I can’t…”

“Stop right there! You should be grateful that you can come through just with this after our witness’ statement.”

“Alright…” he sighed with a frown.

“I’ll tell you if something new comes up, and I must warn you that I don’t want to see you anywhere near Mr. Gahan. Understood?”

“Yes, Mr. Fletcher.”

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