~the anger cont'd

It was sometime close to dawn that he felt something land on his stomach. Peeking through half lidded eyes, he saw that there was a folder crammed with the information that Isolde had promised him. He sat up and looked out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever had sent it to him.

Looking down both sides of the street, it appeared that it was devoid of human life, and Delore shrugged as he brought his attention back to the folder in his lap.

Opening it carefully, he spent the entire morning reading every page that the folder contained.

The information provided a basic outline of what was discovered at the crime scene. First point that was reinforced many times throughout the entire folder was that it was a crime of passion. In this case, it was anger.

There were photos of words written in blood, all the words were in some unknown language, as though even the writer didn’t know he wrote it.

Shrugging off the feeling that he should know what it says, Delore kept reading through the entire folder. In the end, it was somewhere in the middle of the day when he had finished. His stomach gave a growl and he went into the kitchen to get something to eat.

Taking his food into his room, he read over the evidence again. He was completely baffled, as though something was missing in the entire case. He pondered over this nagging feeling and realised that noone had seen the person directly not to mention the fact that there were no pictures of the victims.

This surprised him greatly. If this was really done in a major firm, shouldn’t there have been some kind of security camera that would have managed to see something? And what had happened to the bodies?

After eating, he went to Isolde’s house, sneaking in through a window seemed to be the best way to prevent some form of confrontation with her father. He was determined to know the answers to the missing pieces from the folder she had given him.

She had somehow known he was coming because she was sitting on her bed and when he had come in she had merely handed him a spring roll. He looked at her but she seemed absorbed in reading something so he stood silently and ate the roll.

“So you decided to come,” she said.

“How did you know I would?” he asked.

“Easy. You aren’t that hard to figure out,” she replied.

He just looked at her for a long time, technically classifying it as staring.

“Would you like to fill me in on anything?” she asked.

“I was hoping you could do that for me,” he said.

She laughed at him.

“What?” he asked, completely confused.

“Simple,” she replied.

That’s when he felt something jab against his back.

“You’re under arrest for the murder of three executives, Mr. Howard, Mr. Viaro and Ms. Nathera. You have no rights and will be put into detention as soon as possible,” she said.

He glared at her, “is this some kind of joke?” he asked.

“I should be asking you that,” she said. She looked him hard in the eye and seemed to transform from the meek student at school into a professional agent and enforcer of the law.

He snarled at her and he felt the cuffs go around his hands before he could even launch an attack at her.

“Take him away,” she ordered to the man behind Delore and she watched as Delore was dragged out fighting all the way to the armoured car.