© Elena Grossman, 2020

ISBN 978-5-4498-3035-7

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

1

Murder in the forest belt

Wolf, he’s a «copycat» Satanist-killer. Imitates the ritual killings of Bill Howle. From the news he learned a lot about Bill, about the killings that he committed and about how they could not catch him. Now he will continue the work of Bill and become subtle.

******

«Take him to the station,» the sheriff said. «Now take me to those corpses.» And capture photographers.

Zak nodded. Sam Lingrow, picked up a limp Bill and led to a patrol car. Blood from the wound stained most of the leg, but still flowed.

«You should bandage the wound, buddy,» Sam answered and shouted to someone to bring a first-aid kit. Five minutes later, Will came up to them with a bandage in his hand.

«We’ll handle the wound at the station, and now it’s just wrapped, otherwise, they will subtract dry cleaning from our salary,» Sam said.

As soon as Willy started to injure Bill, he unexpectedly kicked Sam in the kneecap and hit with his knee on Willy’s nose and rushed to run while limping and trembling with pain.

– Ah, damn my nose. – Willy groaned and saw blood on his hand.

«The sheriff will put us both in if we let him go,» Sam said, and followed Bill. He could not hide, his shot leg let him down.

– Gotcha! Said Sam out of breath and pressed him to the ground so that he would not run away. Fifteen minutes later, Willie came up to them with a rope in his hand and began to tie Bill’s legs with it. Blood still flowed from the nose, on the face she looked like a war paint.

******

They walked to the bodies, through a dark forest belt.

«What about the corpses?»

– It looks like 25—30 years old. Both women. – Zak said and hurried to the place where the corpses lay. When the sheriff saw it all, he was extremely surprised that everything seemed to be in both places at once. He examined the bodies. They lay extremely strange. The inverted seal of Baphomet and the bodies lying on it were tied together with a rope. Their hands were tied with a thick rope, and other free ones were nailed to the ground. On the faces, especially the foreheads, pentagrams were painted in black, as the sheriff suggested it could be coal. Further it was even better, stomachs were ripped open, guts were smoothly pulled to the ground.

– You say that Bill was in two places at once, I do not agree with you. The one who acted like that was pretty cruel. Bill is not capable of this. – said Zach.

– Yes you are right. We need to look around for searches or clues, «the sheriff said and pulled out a walkie-talkie. «Henry, this is Sheriff Greenwood. Let the bloodhounds come and let everyone here search and report back to me.» – In the radio there was an unintelligible murmur of Henry and a squeak of lights out. «Damn, this is even worse than I thought.»

******

Wolf hid in the bushes and watched the sheriff and some other policeman. He heard what the sheriff said on his walkie-talkie and now he had to quickly carry his feet away from here. He completed the ritual, but in order to achieve the highest theology, he needs four more sacrifices.

2

Identification

After the body was taken to the morgue, by order of the Sheriff throughout the city were plastered with posters with the faces found. A couple of days in the area the Sheriff had calls. The caller gave the names of the victims. They turned out to be Sarah Collins and Martha Wilson. Both thirty-two years and both went on courses to embroidering on Inch street Studio «Marbo». The Sheriff sent Vince, let porassprosit witnesses, nothing if they did not notice the strange.

For dinner the Sheriff came Zack:

Well, what bodies? Identified?

Yes. And the Sheriff showed a photo of the first victim. This is Sarah Collins, and this is Martha Wilson. – He placed a second photo beside the first. – Call family and friends with these girls and asked what happened to them. I said they were found dead in the forest near Indroda. Both went to the sewing class at the Atelier of Inch street, who was in charge of Linda Marbo.

– She’s a bitch, commented Zack.

So, I sent Vince that he questioned the witnesses, neither of which Lee noticed them, he said.

– It is excellent.

Now I call Cleveland, asked about the bodies, it was not any violent acts committed by the perpetrator, the Sheriff said.

– What bill said?

– Anything that would give a lead on the perpetrator.

– Why did bill commit the crime? asked Zach.

– His parents were religious fanatics, and worshipers of Satanism. The son saw all this and began to copy them, imitate them, and on the basis that he «tore the roof». Here is the report on the bill, if you read all the questions and answers recorded, – the Sheriff said and pulled out of the pile of folders, a folder with an orange cover and handed it to Zack, he only looked small page and said:

Later, get acquainted with his case.

******

Vince drove up to Inch street through the Mirron-Mabel road. The Atelier was situated in front of the store «Brico tuft», which sold an antique watch, for not expensive prices. Sarah a few months ago bought in this shop, antique clock, mahogany.

And now it’s time to go back there. Mr. Schulberg wrote over the counter the quantity of goods remaining in the warehouse when he saw approaching his store a police car and after a few minutes, she stopped, got out a young policeman. Mr. Schulberg, recognized him immediately, it was Vince, the assistant to the local Sheriff of Greenwood.

– I wonder what he needed in the store, I do not buy watches for the area, ' he muttered, and Vince, meanwhile, have already walked to the door and pulled the handle. The bell above the door jingled when the door closed Vince. Mr. Scovill tore up his eyes and looked at Vince.

– Good day! Can I help you?

– Good day! My name is Frederick Vince, assistant Sheriff. Recently, there have been two murders. The two dead went to the Studio of Marbo, which is located across the street. He took out two pictures and showed them to Scolville, he looked at them and nodded. Two girls from the pictures he was familiar, he saw them as they came out of the Studio.

– Yes, I saw them, they came out of the Studio, ' he replied.

– And anything or anyone strange you didn’t notice? asked Vince.

– What do you mean strange? Nobody followed them, not guarded at the entrance, at least not that I saw. I work here around the clock. And how were they killed?

– Ritual murder. Someone was impersonating bill hole, to serial killer Satanist, ' replied Vince.

«Oh,» in the face of Vince noticed a strong surprise from what he heard and asked: – And bill caught?

– Yes, and interrogated, he confessed only to the murders they committed, and the fact that someone of his copies, he does not know. So we’re looking for who it could be, ' replied Vince.

You probably should ask of Marbo, although it is too little that I can say – said Schulberg. All her customers are girls and women, and no men.

– We’ll see, ' replied Vince and was about to head for the door as he hailed Mr. Schulberg. I saw a couple of times, a strange man in a black sweater and draped over the head hooded. Person I of course could not see. He stood the entire fifteen minutes, and quickly retreated.

– And this is something, ' replied Vince and asked the following question: – how often he was here?

I saw him a couple of times, twenty-third, but the other day I do not remember, ' replied Mr. Schulberg.

– What was the twenty-third?

«They bring goods to me every month, and precisely on the twenty-third, not a day earlier or a day later,» he answered.

– But he didn’t go inside the studio?

«No, I just walked around the door as if I were waiting for someone,» Skulvird answered another question. – He always came before or after the rain, when the street was not crowded.

– And this is something. – Vince commented and frantically wrote down something in a notebook, which he managed to get out before starting a conversation with Skulvild.

In the store, a phone rang somewhere.

«I will leave, for a moment, I will answer,» said Mr. Skulvird. Vince nodded. Soon he was to pay a visit to Mrs. Marbo’s atelier and inquire about her guests. The man in the hood remained a mystery to him. Is this really our maniac killer?

Twenty minutes later, Mr. Skulvird approached Vince and said:

– I need to go, they should soon bring a new batch of watches from O`klokompani.

«Good, see you soon,» Vince said goodbye and left the store. Now his path was in the studio.

******

Atelier Linda of Marbo, inherited from her deceased sister’s husband. Ellie Marbo died of lung cancer at the age of fifty-six years. Linda tried to keep everything that was with Ellie, the same ceilings and floors, and the walls were decorated with her (Ellie’s) hands. She was an artist. The wall she drew in a red and blue abstract. The entrance to the Studio adorned her portrait, painted C Mon Julien, a French surrealist artist. With him she met at an exhibition in Paris. He gave her a portrait of her as a sign of their friendship. Many years later, it still hangs, although it’s already dirty and a bit faded. Vince came to the door and pulled it, it was closed. Moving away, a little further on he saw attached to the door leaf, saying that Studio is not working because of break.

– Damn it in his pocket and went back to the car, when suddenly he was hailed.

Sorry, you for me, said an elderly woman of about sixty, looked out of the open door.

Vince turned around and asked:

– You Linda Marbo?

Yes, I am. How can I help?

My name is Frederick Vince, assistant Sheriff. There was a ritual murder in the forest. Killed two girls, I according to reliable sources, both attended sewing courses, held in your Studio, – quickly said Vince.

«Oh,» the only thing I could tell Linda. – And what was killed?

– Sarah Collins and Martha Wilson.

I was familiar with them, they went every Wednesday and Friday on the embroidery, muttered Mrs. Marbo is still in a state of shock.

– Not telling, if they get you something weird, well, maybe something off was going on?

– What do you mean?

– Never said any of them that they’re being watched or someone was threatened, ' replied Vince.

– Or anything like that, I have not heard, but a couple of times, saw the guy, he was hanging out near the entrance and quite often, if someone waited for or hunted down, – said Linda and remembered this guy.

– A person you haven’t seen him or any memory foam take? asked Vince.

– No, all the time he kept his head in the slope or tilt it, recalled Linda. – As if he was afraid he might see.

Vince looked around in search of covert surveillance cameras.

Cameras we have here, – seemed to read his thoughts Linda.

– Damn – cursed Vince.

Things were a lot worse than it really is. It’s time to turn to one friend and detective, Edward of Puerro, a longtime school friend of Vince’s.

– Good, if you see something strange call the Sheriff, ' said Vince.

– Well and you, too, as she left Linda and I went into the Studio.

******

After talking with Linda, he went to the police station to report his investigation to the sheriff.

When he went into the sheriff’s office, he furiously typed something on the keyboard of a police computer.

«There is a slight clue,» he said, and laid the notebook on his desk.

– And which one? The sheriff asked.

– The seller on the contrary and the owner of the atelier saw a strange man who was constantly covering his face with a hood and waiting for someone. There are no cameras either at the store or at the studio.

«And none of them examined the faces?» The sheriff asked.

– Not

«Things are worse than ever,» the sheriff summed up. – Any ideas?

«I have a school friend, he works as a private investigator,» Vince said.

«You’re crazy, the police are attracting a private investigator,» the sheriff exclaimed loudly.

– And what do you suggest?

«We will take up this investigation ourselves,» the sheriff said. «I have no extra money to pay the detective.» – With these words, he began to write something in a folder. Vince left the sheriff’s office and went to his office. The sheriff and his assistant had separate rooms. He did not know how to search for a man without any evidence or traces. No, you still need to call Edward.