6/15/2024
He sat in his office looking over the poem over and over again, after around 30 minutes he put the poem down and put his face in his hands. He just couldn't believe it, who in the hell could do such a cruel thing to that man. What made it worse was that he could have stopped it. He had the poem, he thought it was fake, and he could have tried to stop it. A few hours ago he got a call from Oliver and he said forensics got back to him and that the man's name was Dana Duckworth, a 34 year old man. They also found that he was drugged before being murdered, but they haven't found out what he was drugged with.
Knowing he couldn't just sit and do nothing he got up and put the poem on his bookshelf and walked out to his living room, grabbed his car keys and went for a drive.
An hour later he was sitting in his car and listening to a podcast, it was a crime podcast that talked about the lives of different serial killers. While in the middle of listening to an episode that was talking about the zodiac killer his podcast was interrupted by a call. He picked up his phone and saw who was calling. It was Sarah, wait Sarah, wait why was she calling. It had been 2 years since she last called or even seen each other. She was living in a completely different state, so why was she calling? Not thinking he accepted the call, not even knowing what to say.
"Hey Sarah, why are you calling me?" He asked nervously. "I saw the news, I want to know what's going on" she said, sounding frustrated. I wouldn't be surprised if she was, we thought that the killer disappeared and when someone gets killed in the same manner as the victims from 2 years ago there will obviously be some questions. "You know I can't give you that information" he said sympathetically. "I need to know what's going on, I mean it's all over the news" she said sternly. "Wait, how is it on the news, we made sure to keep it private" he said confused. "Well when there's an incident or someone gets hurt or died, or even gets killed somebody will obviously find some way of spreading what happened, and I'm not the only one who wants answers" she said with an even more frustrated voice. "Listen I was told that I couldn't share any information publicly, you should know-" but he was interrupted by her. "Yes I get that but you should also remember that i've been through this before, and I helped you with part of your old case" she said sounding pissed off. "Listen even if I did tell you I shouldn't tell you over the phone" he said putting his hand on his head. "Fine, how about we talk about it in person?" She said "I can try to book a flight out there and we can talk about it". "Fine I'll see you then" he said before hanging up.
He looked out his window and sighed but was surprised when his doorbell rang. He got up and went to the door and opened it. There was a man at the door who was wearing a pink jacket and had a weird sunglasses tattoo on his head. "Umm, hello" he said "sorry to bother you but I have a package for you. The man held out a package and I took it hesitantly. Thank you I guess, he then shut the doors and put the package on the table. Scared to open it but intrigued he grabbed a knife and opened the box and it shocked him on what he found inside.