93 Mental Breakdown (2/2)
”You must have recognized it, too,” I pleaded, my eyes searching for understanding. ”He is a violent individual but I don't think he would murder people again. Even if it is possible, the showmanship, the idea of punishment, it wouldn't match with his profile. Medieval torture methods for the punishment of criminals? That is a highly improbable method of execution, won't you say?”
”But it still doesn't indicate that someone else was involved,” Nash interjected.
”At first, it was just a suspicion, now I am sure. Earle is the third victim. There were two others before whose records were not made public. Especially Richard who was in the military. I refuse to believe that the victims would tell Dean about their crimes.” I shook my head. ”I have spoken to him. He is mildly charming, but not enough to invoke confessions from people. Someone fed him the information. Someone fed him information.”
”Lastly, the fire alarm rang without prompting. There was no fire, but just as people started to notice something was wrong, the alarm rang.” I gave Sebastian a pointed look.
”I suspected the same,” he said. ”That's why I went running when you asked Dean. I was meaning to ask him myself when I evaluated him and the crime,” he informed.
”Sorry. I ruined it for you,” I frowned.
”You didn't. Seeing him in this state is a good sign. When he feels doomed, he'll tell me more easily to make himself look morally better.” I nodded. I would believe what Sebastian said.
”Is there anything else?” Detective Nash asked, peering at me.
”There was something that the person sitting beside me at the show said that stuck with me,” I told him tentatively. ”I bought the tickets on the day of the show. I bid for it and the price of the ticket was the same as what the others bought.” I sighed.
”What about it?” Detective Nash asked.
”The show was sold out months in advance. Everyone bought it then but I somehow got two resold tickets for such a cheap price.” It was really bothering me.
”You could have been lucky.” I shook my head.
”I have used up my miracle for this life. This is not an easy coincidence to have.” I pressed my hands over my chest and waited for their input.
”Used up your miracle, huh?” he repeated. ”Do you have the link to the post you bought it on?” I nodded.
I pulled out my cellphone and showed him the information. ”The seller deleted their account. I have screenshots of everything so... here.” I bit my lips.
”Thanks, just send it to me.” I did have the Detective's number, so I sent it to him within a few moments.
”Why do you think someone targetted you?” Sebastian asked. He was sure there was an ally, but he didn't seem sure about the tickets. It could be a coincidence, I could see his opinion in his eyes. But that was it. It wasn't. I wasn't being paranoid.
”Not me. They want your attention,” I told him quickly. ”I made the account in your name. The card details were yours, too. So, whoever this is, was targetting you,” I informed him. Sebastian's eyes hardened slightly and then he shrugged.
”Well, as long as it's not you.” He chuckled.
”You two are so strange,” Nash declared.
”Well, don't worry. I'm proficient in martial arts, I'll protect you,” I joked, even though this was not a joking matter.
”And you can run as fast, too. So, you just run if someone attacks me. I'll handle it myself.” He raised his hand to shuffle my well-placed hair. I ducked away, avoiding his hand.
”Don't rub my hair, all my hair will fall,” I warned.
”Well, I wouldn't want to run around with a bald assistant,” he insisted.
”Okay, break it up, you two.” Nash clapped his hand. ”What are we going to do with him?” He pointed towards Dean, whose mental breakdown had turned into anger.
”We'll listen to him rage for another hour. Let him along with his thoughts. I think he's on drugs or was on drugs until yesterday. Let it make him paranoid. The more he spills the easier it will be for us to ask him intrusive questions.”
”Do you want me to go in with you?” I asked.
”No, you stay outside. Take extensive notes and transcribe the whole interview for now.” I glanced towards Nash.
”Do it. We'll take permission from the higher authority and judges so that he can include the case in his class and next book.” Detective Nash chuckled. ”You better put my name in the acknowledgments. Actually, you know what? I want to write the introduction to your book.”
I giggled as the two bargained about how important their name would be in the research. It was hilarious. They went from crime-fighting machines to academics really quickly.