Jack left the place and went back to the station, where he began to think deeply about everything he had observed. The apartment, if that was what he could call it, was charred black. The signs all around the man showed him that it was nothing more than an accident.
He was confused about it and began to ponder over it. Laying back on his chair, and looking at the ceiling, he looked back at everything he had seen. After thinking about it, he smiled and left the station.
"I guess that is all I can gather from this crime. The clues that I must look at aren't in the crime scene, but rather in the investigation then", he thought as he slipped his hands into his pockets. He walked back to the place of the crime and looked at the people that were walking about.
The place had been sealed off, and the house was locked. The keys were with the fire department at that moment, but he didn't need them. He looked around before he pulled out his knife, and he began to pick the lock of the door.
Right after, he entered the place again, and he began to look into the case much more in-depth. The place was swarming with people for him, and he couldn't look at it as he wished. He wanted to scour the place as silently as he could, and his feet were sliding across the floor, making no noise.
"It seems like there is no clue left behind. The place was filled with gas, and when he lit the stove, it burst. But the question now would be, who is capable of such a perfect crime? With no evidence behind?", he thought as he looked around.
(Somewhere in the city, a bustling bar)
A man was seen with a hoodie over his head. He had a martini in his hand and was stirring it slightly as he drank it. A photograph was seen on his mobile, and it was none other than his next target. He smiled as a message came on his phone, saying that the transaction was successful.
He turned his head towards the upper right side, and there was a room with the number 319. A smile crept up on his face as he walked away from the place, and headed to his next target.
The instructions were clean and simple for him. 'Just like last time'. That was all that the text read, and he was paid handsomely. He needed to finish the job, and he will receive the rest of the money.
He walked straight into the men's restroom and looked around before he took a cubicle and changed his clothing. He was now dressed as one of the bartenders and flipped a tray in his hands skillfully.
If one would look at him, no one would know that he was a killer but rather a normal bartender who might be working as a part-timer. He went out of the room and back to the station, and he picked up the drinks that were supposed to be delivered to 319.
"And together they add up to 13. A really good number you have chosen, target number 2", he smiled as he walked towards the room. He gently knocked on the door twice and waited for a response.
"Come in", came a hoarse voice from inside. He knew he was the target, and entered inside. His target was a fat man, and he was fondling a lady on his side. The woman was none other than one of the bar women who work there4 for the money they get paid.
The music in the bar was getting louder, and the man placed the tray right next to him. His shoelace got in his way, and he tripped and was about to fall when he placed his hand on the target's shoulder. A small prick was all he needed, and that was successful.
"I'm sorry. I tripped and was about to fall and used your shoulder for..", and was cut short as he felt a hard slap on his face. He fell to the ground and began to get up slowly.
"You dare lay your filthy and prickly hands on me?", he bellowed as he looked at him with eyes filled with disdain and anger. The waiter was confused as to why he was screaming that much when he heard a small giggle.
"Ahh, so that's why", he thought as he got up and knelt on the ground. He held his head low and refused to look the man in the eye. He got kicked in his chest and was pushed to the ground, and he slid across the floor.
The giggles got a little louder, and the woman began to speak now.
"Leave that poor guy alone. I am sure he won't be able to make what I make in one night", she chuckled as she looked at him with the same disdain. The man had a wave of burning anger in his eyes, and a smile crept up his lips.
He quickly changed his expression into one of pain, as his mission has yet to be accomplished. The target was still alive, and he had to clean up the traces of his crime. He began to grovel on the ground and crept up to his target's legs.
He kicked him again, and this time it was across the room. The man was now sure he had cleaned his mess and slowly got up near the door. He closed the door and looked at the place bustling with youth and energy.
"Time for me to let loose", he thought as he changed his outfit quickly, and mingled into the crowd. The music was blasting, and right when it was reaching its climax, a loud boom was heard from 319.
The crowd began to panic and leave the club, and the man left along with them too, sure that his crime scene was now clean.