Mysterious murderer
It was almost midnight when the investigator Tom received a letter in which was written:
“Dear, dear investigator,
this Friday between 12pm and 4pm – I give you the interval,
but you won’t be able to unravel.
I know you want to know what is this all about,
but if I tell you, you won’t be so proud.
Garden full with flowers, such a beautiful place,
to discover what I mean, I’m giving you space”Tom spent days and nights wondering who was the letter from and what did he or she wanted to say with it. He shared his story with his closest colleagues, but no one could think of something useful. Otherwise Tom, with his 55 years, was the best and the most experienced investigator in Denver with even 20 years probation.
Because it was Monday and Tom had nothing to do with the letter, he just forgot it and commited to his other cases. When the day has come, Tom’s collegue came to his office at 5pm and put a daily newspaper on his desk, making confused face. On the main page was a picture of a strangled woman in her 60s lying in a garden. Tom shocked his head. He recognized the woman, she was babysitting his child 20 years ago. They used to be very close, than she moved away in another city. He had a flashback to the letter received five days ago. He felt very disappointed by himself.
“I knew something about it and I could do nothing to stop it” he said to himself, ”It was all about this murder…”
When the investigation started they went to the crime scene, the victim’s house. It was oldfashioned one, on the table there were a tape measure, pins and a started wedding dress. In the garden there was a part of a wedding dress, which bride should wear on her head, that the murderer used to kill the woman.
From the statements from the victim’s neighbours, she was now very quiet woman, a steamstress, who became very obsessed with spiritualism after her husband died recently. She was so into it that sometimes she had hallucinations.
From all the information collected, it turned out that there was only one possible situation: While the woman was working on her dress, the killer came into the house and spoke with a changed, silent voice so the woman thought it was her husband trying to communicate with her. Than the killer came behind her and strangled her with that piece of clothing that was finished and left on the chair in the hall. Than the dead body was carried in the garden between the flowers as it was described in the letter to the investigator Tom. This case was long time unsolved and it really was bringing him down, because he was the best in his part and there were so many cases that he had solved, and only a few that he didn’t. This one was left unsolved. It was the 12th.
AFTER 5 YEARS
One month after Tom pensioned off, while he was watching TV with his wife, he received another letter. And again, without the name of the sender. There was written:
“Dear, dear investigator,
I know you don’t like the game I play,
this is the end, here I stay,
I decided to stop it,
and tell you what the truth is.
Now i stop with my rhyme,
I think it’s time to clear your mind.
Let’s start:
Do you remember all the cases you haven’t solved? How many there are? There are 12, aren’t there? Do you know all the victims personally? Are they, or used to be close to you for short or long period? Do you know what the number 12 means to me?
I know that you know the answers of all of these questions.
And at the end, I’d like to tell you, that after all I did, I finally made a decision to surrender to the police and go to jail. I think that was enough.”Tom was shocked. He re-readed the letter over 20 times. He realised that all his years working as an investigator were just an illusion. But he had changed. He’s not the man he used to be. He’s totally different. He changed his look, his living town, now he has a family, wife, children, new circle of friends, everything.
“Why is this happening now”, he wondered, “why after too many years, too many changes?”
“All these people died from me, about my fault from the past, I indirectly killed them.” – he started to cry.
“What are you talking about, Tom?”, asked his wife, “Let me see the letter.” She reads the letter and than asks again , but this time a little angrily, “Would you tell me what have you done? May I know who I’m living with?”
“Okay, here’s the story.”, said Tom. “I lived in Miami with my mother and father. My father was a policeman and he had a gun which he keeps in a drawer in the bedroom. On 10th June, I was 19 than, I stole a bike from one place that was not a shop, but a lagre place where were sold old bikes. Steve, the person who’s sending me all these letters was living in my neighbourhood. He was living only with his mother because his father died in a car crash a long time ago. Steve’s mother saw me when I stole the bike and reported me to the police. I laid in jail 6 months and when I finally got out I was ready for revenge. Soon, on December 12th I took my father’s gun and went into Steve’s house and shooted his mother. There were no true clues of what really happened that day and no one was suspected. 12th December (12.12) was the day I killed her, that’s why he killed 12 people who were somehow connected with me. I deserved much more than this. They shouldn’t be dead, I should be. I feel sorry for all of them. Sorry for all the people that died by my fault. That’s the story.”
“I’ll call the police now, and you’re gonna tell your story to them, than you’ll go in jail.” shouted his wife.
“I will.” said Tom.
Than, the cops arrived and arrested him.
Еве нешто на англиски, можно е да има некои грешки.
