Chapter 3 The Earth of mist ch6

Chapter 6

The media cornered Bailey as he waited for more details as veteran detective Johnson watched. It was the second crime in less than 48 hours to be done in the same way. 40-year-old woman with a severed neck artery. And there's traces of torture all over her body, but it hasn't taken long, maybe six hours, since she disappeared from work, which has been repeated in recent months, so it's no surprise besides that she's a single woman. The question now was whether they were facing a serial killer or revenge killings.

Dr. Maureen hasn't sent anything yet, and Bailey said, as he enters Johnson's office, takes a cup of coffee from Bailey's hand and says, Thank you for the coffee. Not after Maureen is very specific in her work, she won't send anything until she has confirmed her information

Billy, do you think it's revenge? Jason replied in boredom. He glimpsed a picture of his daughter on the desk. Billy, how are you? Jason said fine she had her own business now. He heard the phone and he answered, His features were disturbed.

Peter stood there watching television, disbelieving what he saw, as the news reported that a new body had been found slaughtered in the woods. The announcer voices the second murder in the same way as the one near the scene of the first murder in 48 hours.

Peter reeled, sat on his couch when he woke up from that nightmare remembering the blood on his clothes. He rushed through his clothes until he found his shirt covered with blood. He rushed out with his bag of clothes he put in the sink. He sat in front of her, watching her move fiercely.

Strange he felt so comfortable on the way back that after returning to his apartment he changed his mind and decided to go see Sarah, his second mother. The nature of Peter and Sarah's relationship was peculiar: she was the first person to go to see her after he returned from Paris, and she was the first person to help him find his first job after he returned. One company said he was a relative and meant he was also an immigrant from home and offered him a favor. He was upset when he left that job only because he failed her, but he did not feel sad about losing a job. He started trying new jobs for limited money before going to another. He talks about changing his career to get what he wants. But he really didn't know anything anymore. She stood in her garden where she had been growing flowers and vegetables for years. She prided herself on preparing a main course of food from a vegetable she had grown without any extra material on it. She glimpsed from a distance he was approaching the house, she sobbed and smiled at him and pointed to her production. Look, it flourished. Sarah always managed to put her soul into things and turn it into something beautiful. At the last minute, Peter saw Mr Amjid watch him with sharp eyes. Since he was young, he could not treat him as kindly as Sarah. He will never forget his look at Majid and Dina's wedding. Amjad heard Peter say, Have you recovered? Majid told me you are sick, but you look fine. Peter answered nervously, Yes. I felt better this morning. I was on my way and wanted to check on you. Sarah kindly said, Hello, Sit down. I will make you a tea.

. The herbal tea will do you good.

And your uncle Amjad loves him too.

Peter recalls years ago in that same room that Amjad accused him of stealing and Sarah repeatedly defended him. She was convinced he was innocent and he was innocent because he had done it Forced He needed to get the money and leave for France. Sarah said that she had given him the money. He felt he owed her all his life.

Peter thought that if Lord Amjad knew now what he had to do for his son and granddaughter, he would not have looked at me in such an unpleasant way. Mr. Amjad cut his mind and asked him how your parents are now, is your mother all right? Peter's stutter will be fine. On the way out of Beit Amjad, he stopped him and said, Go see her. At least Sarah saw her and she needs you.

Now Peter thought he was involved enough and he still had no idea why or why that unknown was killing. So he had to do something that would be strange for him to talk to others who lived in his own building. He thought of an old neighbor downstairs who was always a curious woman so he was not surprised by the stunts in her eyes when he first knocked on her door without a particular problem inside her apartment. The second person he had to ask carefully was Patrick, a constable who had never liked him since he lived in his apartment.

He tried to appear friendly asking his curious neighbor about their old neighbor and his family. He smiled and told her they had shared several meetings in the same church and when he stopped attending he was worried. She didn't understand, but he answered that suddenly he and his beautiful family said she loved his daughter and had an angel face. But they left knowing nothing. He got ready to go. When she said, You can if there's something important to find Mr. Alex in his own company. She seemed unconvinced as he left, regretted the question, and decided not to talk to the concierge right now.

Frustrated by what he did, he went back to his apartment and drank a bottle of water, before he started making coffee and got very hungry. He thought he still had some spaghetti and meatballs he had made. When he finished eating, he felt numb and fell asleep.Everything was like a dream.