Imitator. Continuation of the book «Mannequins». Elena Grossman
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applies to your previous work as a detective. – Vince said and added:
– I will come in a couple of hours with papers on one case. – With these words, he hung up.
«But…» Edward wanted to say, but there were already beeps on the other end of the tube.
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Even to the eight to the house Edward came a police car. From the street came the creak of the gravel, he looked out the window and heart loudly beating in his chest. Though he was with Vince good friends, but again work as a detective he didn’t want. The car door slowly began to open and there seemed red-head with Vince, and then he. Edward moved away from the window slowly and sighed. He looked around and trudged to open the door, unable to cross the threshold separating the living room and hallway, the doorbell rang.
– Go! – shouted at full lung power, the master of the house. He turned dog castle and opened the door. In the face the wind blew, which brought the fresh smell of baking, most likely baking Mrs. riddle.
Hey Ed! – Hello Vince.
Hey Vince, drowsily he said, and his eyes fell on a dark gray folder in the hands of Vince.
– I see you already noticed that I’m not empty handed, he said. – I do have one request, I need to find one person, I don’t know who he is, and how…
– Come in, come in. You’re not how much has not changed – commented Eduard. They went into the house, and Edward invited Vince into the living room.
– Tea? Coffee?
– No, thank you.
– Get to the point then.
– So, we recently arrested a serial sectarian murderer of bill hole, but during his detention, our staff came across another ritual murder, according to the expert, bill couldn’t kill those people, because we caught him in the ritual, someone at the same time performed a similar ritual, only in a different place. The body was still warm. Bill denies that he has an accomplice, and Sheriff Greenwood says that there is a copycat. Killed were Sarah Collins and Martha Wilson.
Martha… have heard from Edward opened his mouth, then he swallowed, nervously.
– Did you know her?
«Yes,» he said quietly. – She approached me to spy on her husband. She suspected that he loses money in poker, but as it turned out it is not, the money from the wages he was sent for treatment to his own brother, who was ill. After that she calmed down.
– And where is her husband?
– Died of cancer, he was twenty-five. Still so young.
– According to Linda of Marbo, about the Atelier, where there were killed, saw the guy who stood and waited, face naturally no one saw, and cameras too, no where no, ' said Vince.
And prints on the bodies not found?
– No, it seems he worked in gloves, ' said Vince.
Yes, it takes a serious turn, – summed up Edward. – I you want to find?
– I don’t know, where are the Satanists of the city, to ask them if any of them are fans of bill hole, said Vince.
– You want me to bring them to the sacrifice? – with a smile asked Edward.
– How much years you know, and you remained a good sense of humor, and they remain to this day, summed up Vince and said, – Well, agree?
– Well, – hard Edward breathed and reached for the TV remote. Vince noticed what was the TV remote, grey with a large crack and a faded logo of the brand, the numbers on the buttons were sometimes blurred.
«I wonder how old is that remote?» Vince came up with a stupid question.
There was a click and the screen of the same old TV «Sony» appeared news channel. Vince didn’t recognize, a house that they showed. This was the home of the owner of a textile factory al Masterson. After he went bankrupt, his life was not sweet, and a year later he committed suicide. He was found hanging people from the tax, when not received in time the payment for the house.
Is the house al, – said Edward. – He did not know.
– And what became of him?
– With whom? Al?
– No, Dom asked Vince.
Many times sold, but no one there did not stay long, as soon as people learned about what happened, they have not been able to be there, and in almost every issue of the newspaper, was to sell the house. Later he just left alone.
– And who put the house up for sale? asked Vince.
– A kind of Bureau «Salchows», the office the day after they are unable to sell the house, they were closed and the house was not anybody’s, back then when it was sold, ' replied Edward.
– And so, went home this company?
They bought out the relatives of ELA cheaper, and exhibited a more expensive, ' he replied and glanced at the TV screen. – Into that house. On the screen, the camera showed a closeup of time-blackened house with a sagging roof. The glass Windows were broken, and even had a broken window. But the walls were covered with paintings.
– Oh, Yes, there seem to be going Satanists, exclaimed Vince seeing pentagrams on the walls of the house.
And you want me to go? asked Edward.
– TC-s-p – shushed him and Vince turned louder the sound. On ekrene the reporter showed up.
The house that once belonged to al Marsten, was chosen by Satanists, he said. – As we can see on the walls the proper symbolism, and even the traces of blood, and the blood probably belongs to animals, for that matter, will the police, namely Sheriff Shefford.
Well, aren’t we? – asked with surprise Vince.
– No, the house is located on the territory of Shefford, and office, which it was sold, too, on its territory, – said Edward.
Is good, said Vince and stared at the screen. Meanwhile, the camera showed the hallway and the entryway of the house. Once blue Wallpaper now look light blue and sometimes even gray. The camera showed the corner of a ragged Wallpaper, where as it seemed? everybody noticed? some small door.
Is that the stash? asked Vince.
– I don’t know, ' replied Edward. – It’s possible, but why is it not opened, or the old coot Masterson, made the snag, and in fact there is just a wall.
– What a lot of stash?
– Enough, al was greedy, everywhere he looked, what his money can find and steal, it seemed to him that he is not hiding them, so the whole house was full of these fake caches in order to confuse a burglar, ' he replied and remembered how, one day email him after chess told about this one secret, as the false-caches.
Now the camera showed the floor. Floorboards were swollen from moisture. In some places there were even holes, fragments of plaster littered the floor. Somewhere, I could see the bottles from alcoholic beverages and soda.
And you’re sending me there? – once again asked Edward. – You’re crazy, but if I fail the cellar?
– Damn It, Ed!
– You’ll