I had a rule and that was that no one should ever mess with me, because if they did, I would not only mess with them, I would completely destroy them. That was my rule.
"We got a murder case, sir." One of the detectives rushed in to say so.
"What kind of murder, this time?" I asked.
"A man was found on the streets with his head cut off. Team 2 went to inspect the area and they want us to take over with the investigation. "
"He was beheaded? Why would the culprit aim for the head and not other part of the body?" Detective Collins Jordan asked.
"I also do wonder. I have collected all the files related to the case, and here they are. " He dropped them on the round table near us. I looked carefully into the files and I saw something strange.
"There is a problem sir. "
"There you go again. What is it this time?"
"Strangely enough, there is a deep hole on the victim's forehead. It does not seem like it has been there, do you think the culprit did this?"
"What kind of psychopath would do that? Why would he behead him and at the same time, made a hole on the victim's head? It does not make sense. " He replied. It did make sensel to me. At that instinct, I knew who the culprit was. The same that killed my mother. Nevertheless, her death was not reported to the police, so it was believable for them not to notice it. Detective Asher asked what kind of psychopath the culprit is, but I knew the answer. The psychopath who has the lamest reason to kill someone. A seductive psychopath. I wondered that day what the victim would have done to the culprit, but it could only be two. It was either the victim knew a secret about the culprit, or the victim pissed the culprit off. Either of the two, I am pretty sure a normal human would not go too far to the extent of killing such person.
I knew arresting the culprit would not do me any good. If he or she got detained or imprisoned, there might not be chance for my perfect revenge plan. All I waited for ten years for would drain just like that. So, of course I had to pretend I knew not the culprit. Maybe the culprit might go away with that, but she would never get away with killing my mother.
"If we look closely, there are other scars around the victim's body. Maybe he was beaten before he was beheaded. The culprit is definitely a man. " A detective said. I smirked at his quick conclusion.
"We cannot just decide like that, even if it is true. The scars are kind of deep, in his arms, his lap and there is like a burn scar round his eyes. The culprit is really something. Find out if there is any related case to how the victim is murdered. Start from twenty years ago, if possible, thirty. Either it is resolved or not. " Asher ordered. It was a whole hassle. There was nothing to check but I had no choice than to accept it.
After some intense investigation, a teenager came to turn himself in.
"I am here to turn my myself in for the murder. " I looked at the boy and we made eye contact. I knew she was a total nut job, but I did not know she was that crazy. I was asked to investigate him. In fact, I had questions. Questions on the real reason.
"How much were you paid? Tell me. " I asked.
"Why will someone pay me to kill that jerk?I killed him because he deserved it. How dare him look into my eyes!" He replied with a strong gaze.
"Not that. The real culprit definitely paid you to turn yourself in. You do not need to lie to me. I know everything. " I replied trying to frustrate him into speaking.
"Why won't you believe me? It was really me. I might seem hardboiled but I don't do deals with money. I do it for myself. " He said.
"Do you think you will be released soon? Because you are the real killer, I will make sure you receive the heaviest punishment a murderer deserves. You think juvenile justice exists in this country. You are wrong, there is no juvenile law anymore. Anyone who killed anyone still surely face the consequences regardless of the age or status. That is the law and it applies to you. " I explained.
"Are you trying to make me nervous? I will get out of here, because I am just sixteen." He replied.
"I am really curious, how on earth will a sixteen years old teenager have the idea of making a hole in someone's forehead and beheading the person? Is such teenager a psychopath? I think such teenager deserves to be killed before he grows up and destroy everyone, don't you think?" I asked. This time, his face was looking ready to talk. He was acting all nervous. And by that, I stood up to leave the recording room. I was not ready to listen to his story. Since he turned himself in, he must have been ready to take all the fall.
As I was about to leave, he stopped me.
"Wait. You mean, I might be killed?"
"You're just realizing that now? But don't worry, because you are underage, you're more likely to get a life imprisonment. I don't know who your boss is, but even her can't save you because I will try all my best to get you convicted. " I said as I left. I practically gave him no chance to reflect. As expected, the culprit did not do anything about it. She did not get a lawyer neither did she try to help him plead not guilty. If I were the boy, I would curse her with my whole life!
The case was taken to court and he was charged to life imprisonment. Do you feel pity for him? I don't. That is what happens to weak people filled with greed.
So, what exactly did the culprit do to me? How exactly did she mess with me? Who on earth is she?