Chapter 134: Morbid Victories (2/2)
He pushed himself off the floor and looked at the scattered pieces of paper on the floor. He jumped over the papers and came to me. He slid his hand into mine and pulled me out of the room without another thought. Nash scrambled out, not wanting to be left behind.
I saw Sebastian bending down and locking the door with the key and then putting a small manual lock on it.
”Why are you doing that?” I asked.
”I have all my things lying out in the open,” he said softly. ”It could be someone from the police force or in the industry, so I am taking precautions,” he told me.
”Smart.” I gripped his fingers tighter. ”As always.”
He glanced at me and the frown returned. ”You will tell me what is bothering you while we eat.” There was no room to refute.
”Okay,” I gave in. Nash walked with us to the restaurant nearby and we ordered.
As the plates of food came out, Sebastian finally looked at me with intent.
”What happened?”
I sighed. ”The good news is, we have a lot of new proof to pin the case on McCain,” I started.
”And the bad news?” he asked hesitantly.
”We found the weapon,” I stated. I picked up a piece of bread and nibbled on it.
Sebastian looked confused and turned to Nash questioningly.
”We were following new information when a package came for Evie. Opened the box to find the exact murder weapon used, blood and all inside it.”
I could see Sebastian's heart drop as his face swiveled in my direction.
”We sent it to forensics to match the blood with the victim and get fingerprints. But that's not the thing… it had a note directed at me,” I told him. I pressed my hand down on his palm.
”What did it say?” he asked, his voice unusually calm.
”Asked me to thank him when we meet and to say hi to you.” Sebastian swore.
”I am so sorry,” he said softly, his head hanging.
”Don't be. I chose this life, remember? I wouldn't have been coerced by you. I wanted this. I knew the risks and still followed along. I can handle it,” I assured him. ”Well, life has gotten exciting,” I tried to joke.
”He's playing with us and saying that we are incompetent not to find everything on our own,” Sebastian spoke. ”But you already knew that.”
”I did.” I nodded. ”Now eat.” I gestured towards the plate in front of him.
He was chewing on his food but then he paused. ”I know the answer but I just can't find it!” he gritted through his teeth.
”The serial killer case?” Nash asked.
”The BTS killer,” he said. And then he rolled his eyes. ”Thank god this was before the advent of K-pop or the fangirls would have had a fit over that name,” he commented.
”What does that stand for? Who even gave him that name?” I groaned.
Nash broke into laughter. ”It was part of his communication with the police back in the day when he was actively killing. He wrote a whole essay about breaking, torturing, and slaughtering his victims,” Nash said in a low voice. We were in a restaurant full of people and there was no need to put these people through the horror of listening in.
”B, T, and S, huh? So, someone named him because of that phrase?” I asked.
”You would have been really young when he was active… and not even born for the most part,” Sebastian said with a hint of a smile. ”He signed off as BTS, actually, and the police officers at the time just ran with it.”
I shook my head in disbelief. ”That reeks of lack of originality, for a first,” I stated.
Sebastian mulled it over. ”It does, doesn't it?” he whispered. His eyes lit with excitement. ”I might have come up with a profile,” he said finally. ”Let's finish eating and get to it!”
The excitement buzzed in the group and we rejoiced in our victories for the day, however morbid they had been. So, what if we had received a bloody knife in the mail? So, what if there was a mildly threatening letter addressed to me? That didn't matter. As long as I was vigilant, nothing would happen.