It didn't take long before the cops arrived at the warehouse. I spotted all that happened on the second floor of an abandoned building parallel to it and exactly as I presumed, everyone stood dumbfounded confused about what happened and what went wrong. While the whole place was surrounded by the police, I had my eyes on a man in particular dressed in a black suit and dark shades. Though my view of him was only but a glimpse, he stood with his hands akimbo and strutted into the warehouse before going towards the direction of the fork lift operator.
"Whosoever that did this to this guy must've had serious issues with him" he said while squatting down analyzing the cut on his head.
"So what do you think about it?" asked the sheriff.
"Well, one things for sure. There are no animals around neither have we heard of animal attacks ever since the early nineties".
"What you're trying to say is no animal could ever be involved".
"Yes, from the cut on this guy's head, it looks like it was lasered through".
The sheriff stood still having his left hand on the hip and the right dangled with a pistol, "First it was the lady, and now it's a whole lot of mess. Whoever did this has to pay".
"But the main question here is who?" said the detective taking his stand facing the sheriff eye ball to eyeball.
"Well, I guess that's a detective kinda job, so it's either you fix this mess or yours". The sheriff uttered walking out of the scenery.
From the way they spoke, I had a tensed feeling between the sheriff and the detective, it seemed to be like they were in a kind of feud for some reason but what do I care. What's done has already been done. Everything was getting intense and totally messed up. The fallen were always had their way of doing things and making people pay, and compared to what I heard, what I saw was only but just the beginning.
The sheriff walked out of the warehouse having the detective follow behind, but then I realized that the detective was the same man who grabbed a hold of my arm in the same hotel that the maid died in.
I stood in absolute surprise. "I could've been busted" I thought to myself, although I'm guilty of no crime. While I looked at him through the glass window still lost in thoughts, I saw him look up, and behold, he caught sight of me.
My mind was entwined in diverse ways, but of one thing I was sure of, no matter what happens I wouldn't run. I heard the stomp from his feet approaching louder by the second as he soon arrived where I stood, although I stood still facing the window, his reflection was clear enough on the mirrors surface.
"Don't move" He uttered pulling the trigger of his pistol and pointing it towards me though he trembled in fear of only God knows what.
"Now, turn back nice and slow with your hands on your head". He continued.
I did exactly as he said trying my possible best to avoid any kind of harm from him.
"Who are you?" He asked. Eventually I kept shut as he asked me who I was and my purpose of being in that building for that particular moment of which I gave him no response either, and this got him pissed off.
"OK you better start talking to me or else I'll get brutal on you".
"Like the same way you were brutal to your very own daughter?" I said in response.
"Don't you dare talk about my daughter neither are you permitted to bring up anything related to me, this is about you and the crime scene". He added.
"Oh please!", I began, "Everyone knows that the innocent die more than the wicked, it's become a norm which is now a mindset" I scoffed ." As for the death of those in the warehouse, I promise you I don't have a hand in it."
"Then why were you here all along the whole incident?" asked the detective.
"I arrived sooner after it already happened, I met them dead and there was nothing I could do to save them, so I heard the sirens from your mini cop vehicles and I didn't want to look guilty of which I'm not by the way, which leads me to where I stand now".
"Who are you?" asked the detective again. The whole room was quiet and I could hear the footsteps of what sounded like a group of people tiptoeing towards our direction.
"What good will you get from knowing me?" I asked in response.
"A clue, I know that the unnecessary deaths of all these innocent ones must've ocuured due to a reason or two.
"A reason that is based on anger and it's face trembles in the aftermath of the results" I said.
"I don't want any more deviation from my duty. It's more like you're deviating from the point" the detective said".
"You have to believe me detective, I'm one of the good ones, so are you. Though the trigger is already pulled, there's no harm that can be done more than that which I felt in my early years"
I lowered my hands from my head nice and slow and almost immediately, the ground of which I stood circled me in a mixture of dark cloud and white crystals of dust rising up to my chest. From this I knew that my escape had come, and the detective was far much confused on deciding whether or not to shoot me.
I tilted my head leftwards and I spotted a mark behind the palm of his hands. He had the marking of an eagle. I smirked in realization to this, but just before I was entirely covered in the mixed cloud, he shot me. More like he aimed my diaphragm, it did quite hurt me so much, and as soon as the rest of the police men came along, I was carried away from their presence leaving them all with the debris of white dust which rose.
For a reason I appeared on the top of Angelica's bed in hurt and pain. She wasn't home at that moment precisely 6:00 pm, but the sooner I accepted my fate, I passed out.