39 Be His Assistan (2/2)

”Didn't you say catching the criminal was not your job? Then why are we here still?” I asked. There were so many questions that I wanted answers to when it came to Sebastian Butler and the elusive world of criminal psychology. It filled me with a feverish need to know. It was a feeling I had tried to curb for a long time, but my upbringing had always made me a curious cat.

Maybe Sebastian wasn't wrong in assuming that I was a cat.

Only, I hoped that it wouldn't get me killed.

”This will be the only time you will be able to see the process followed to catch a criminal. I want you to know that the system works and that you will be safe in their hands.” Those words made me shudder. I had little faith in the system that had failed to find me for seven months and resorted to finally catching the murderer because I had somehow escaped the hell hole.

”I don't need to know this.” I was firm in my belief.

”Just because it failed you once doesn't mean that it is incapable. You can trust me. Just watch. You will discover the true world of criminology and how the criminal thinks. You are invaluable in your skill-set. I also want to show you how worth the time it is.”

I would have said I was tired of his trials at getting me into his field, but it only held excitement for me. It was like I was finally learning that I was worth something, that my pain would not turn me into a monster but could also help me protect others from their miseries. I could understand others' pains through myself. It was only natural that I have to compare. We can't know the significance of an event if we don't place ourselves in someone else's shoes.

I succumbed to his persuasion and sat back as another case was solved.

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There was an epic chase on the street like the ones we see in movies. No one knew where she was headed until she went to a nearby food chain and ordered food. Someone posted a selfie with her. They tracked down her location and her car number, something they were previously unable to find.

The husband was informed, too. He had been stoic at the face of crisis and waited for her patiently. He told them to let her come to him and confess what she had done. It would be easier for the police to convict her, then. I didn't know what exactly happened in those few hours, but the cops kept chasing her down the streets and blocked off all exits. After a talk with her husband, a distraught looking Dorothy Mitchell was escorted out of her own house, the one she shared with her husband.

The footage from the police cars was all over the news, and people were horrified that the innocent and harmless looking chef could commit such a crime. In the end, Sebastian was left in the room with her, a recorder recording their conversation. And I stared in awe as he interviewed her.

He indeed was a sight to behold.

All my dreams were rushing back to me, urging me to choose the path I had always promised to take, to use my education and do the service necessary for victims to get justice.

I was convinced.

I would be his assistant.

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