Arthur can see that the police officers are talking with Brian. Arthur can run away; he is not the autopsy killer. There is no evidence against him. It is Brian's truck and then he has a hidden heart closet in his storeroom. All the weapons are on his premises. There is no way Arthur can be linked to these murders.
But Arthur doesn't want the Autopsy killer to be just get caught yet. How can these police officers take credit for the work Arthur has done? He had chased the country's most famous killer when cops had no clue about him. It is his glory. His victory. And there were still some lessons left to learn from Brian.
Arthur had not yet found out what is Brian's story, why he kills? What happened to him in the past life that led him to be a serial killer. These were the important things a writer should know. Without this information his research was incomplete. And Arthur was not sure if Brian will be allowed to have visitors once he is behind the bars.
So, the conclusion was Arthur needed to save Brian but how? Arthur started to think. The only thing that had brought the cops to the pharmacy where the tire marks. Maybe Officer Margaret sent the tire marks to a tire or automobile dealer and got the names of everyone who owned vehicles that could be fitted with such tires.
That meant this was not an arrest but a search team. But they could arrest Brian if they found the truck with the exact matching tire print as on the murder scene. Arthur had to get rid of the tires. Arthur recalled; Brian had offered him to tune his truck. It meant Brian had all the equipment u needed to work on a truck right here.
Arthur quickly ran to Brian's backyard. The truck was still hidden. "The police have not come in yet, good!" said Arthur. Arthur opened the garage door. There were power tools and some old tires too. There was no time to wear gloves. If the police check for fingerprints, Arthur can go to jail for tampering with evidence. But Arthur had to take this chance and hope that the cops will be fooled just by the old tires.
Arthur rolled the old tires inside the plastic and changed the tires with the power tool. The night breeze was cool but inside the plastic wrap, pulling and pushing the heavy tires made Arthur sweat like he was in a sauna. Finally, all your tires were changed. Now, Arthur needed to get rid of the evidence tires. Arthur peeked out of the plastic no sign of cops yet.
Arthur opened a small door and rolled the tires outside the premises into an empty plot behind. One by one he saw the tires rolling down in speed and falling into some ditch or rolling of far beyond Arthur could see in the night's darkness. The tires were out of the premises. Even if the police find them, they will not be able to connect it with Brian.
Inside the pharmacy, Police were trying to roast Brian. "Where did you take your truck last night?" the officer asked. "I went nowhere my truck is a piece of junk," lied Brian. But the police were not satisfied. "We would like to see your truck, Sir," said a second officer.
Arthur heard some footsteps he quickly got into the storeroom. Good thing the door was unlocked today too.
Brian brought the police officers to his backyard. "Where is your truck, Brian?" came a voice from behind. Brian turned and saw it was Officer Margaret.
Arthur could listen to the voice too. He was right Officer Margaret had not given up on them yet.
Brian uncovered the plastic and revealed the truck. He knew that this was it. This time he is going to jail. But he had done all the good he could do for society. If people who are trying to do something good are punished in this society, they can't do anything more. He kept his demeanor cool he did not want to fight anyone or cause any scene. He won't yell I am innocent. He will quietly go. He was ready to face the results of his deeds.
The truck did look like it was of no use. "Too much safety you have given to your junk," taunted Officer Margaret. "Officers check the tires," ordered officer Margaret. The officers went and were let down. One officer said, "Mam the tires don't match, these are too old and the patterns are different too". Officer Margaret was shocked but Brian was shocked more than her.
Arthur was smiling in the storeroom. His efforts had saved Brian. He wanted to see Officer Margaret's face. But he kept himself in the room.
He too looked at the tires, he couldn't understand how the tires changed on their own. Officer Margaret checked the tires and tried to match them with the patterns from the lab. There was no similarity between them. Officer Margaret was angry she kicked the tires and said, "let's see if this trunk just looks like junk or is really a pile of trash."
Now Brian did not know how the tires had changed but he knew that he kept his truck in prime condition from the inside. The moment officer Margaret will start the truck she will know that the exterior and the tires are covered.
"Where is the key," shouted officer Margaret. "It's on the dashboard," replied Brian.
Officer Margaret went into the truck. She got the keys and inserted and into the ignition.
Brian knew he was finished. All of his work had come to an end now.
But Arthur was still smiling in the storeroom.
Officer Margaret turned the key. And… nothing. The truck made no noise. Officer Margaret tried again. Nothing. No noise.
Brian had realized at this point that someone was protecting him. He got his confidence back. "I told you it's dead," smirked Brian. Officer Margaret came out of the truck and closed the door with a slam, "Get this pile of junk scrapped, Brian!"
And the police left.