Chapter 2 The Person in Hoodie

I was staring at the dead body. My brain was flooded with questions. I was scared. I was breaking a sweat. My hands started trembling. I did not do this. That was a dream. Nothing other than this. Ashwin calls me. But I do not look at him. I was lost in my own world. Ashwin picks up a stone from the ground and throws it towards me, which hits my chest.

I suddenly looked at Ashwin. I nodded my head. Do you need anything?" I asked.

Hmmm... well, no, but I want you to participate in the investigation. So, what do you think who killed him?" Ashwin asked. I look up to Ashwin. "What did you ask me?" I spoke. I am asking you because I have been told that you are an intelligent detective. Within a short span of time, you have made a name for yourself in this field. He said this to me with a smile. Afterward, Ashwin sits on the ground. He touches the victim's neck with his right hand. The victim has no scars or wounds on his neck except for these two puncture wounds. Ashwin starts talking again. "I am pretty impressed with your resume," he said while looking at me.

I was just looking at him. I had no answer to his questions. My cheeks were turning red with happiness because of his words.

Ashwin gets to his feet. " Why are you not saying anything, he said. I walked to the dead body. I crouched down on the ground and started checking the dead body's clothes. "I had nothing to say," I said while searching for the dead body's clothes. "You are a very humble person," Ashwin said.

I found a driving license and a folded piece of paper. Ashwin was standing, talking to another officer. I opened the folded piece of paper it was a picture of mine with a guy. I dropped it but suddenly put it in my pocket. Meanwhile, Ashwin came to me.

Do you hear that? Chief of police is coming" Ashwin said. Hmm... really, we could handle this on our own. What was the need to bother him? I said with a smile. Ashwin tapped on my shoulder. She is very punctual and takes every case very seriously" he said.

While we are conversing. A woman approached us. She is an old woman. Della Reynolds was 50 years old. She is not in a pleasant mood. Short and wide-bodied with brown skin, she has an intimidating feel about her.

She has small, gray eyes, a large nose, a lean face, and rosy cheeks. She has short, fine, black hair. She has a muscular neck and small hands. She often wears practical clothes that are mostly vividly colored and slightly too big. She is usually seen wearing a custom-made fedora. She also wears weird-shaped necklaces. She is respectful, humble, and badly mannered. She is hiding a terrible secret concerning her relative.

"She comes close to me. I have been waiting for you since morning. Tell me quickly what has been done here and who he is," she asked. Hmmm... I get to my feet. Umm... can I say something?" I asked. She looks at me. "I was talking to you," Della said. Ashwin burst into laughter. I look at him with an angry face, then I turn my face to Della.

Ask him. I saw him find something from the victim's clothes. I shook my head. Huh... yes, I did find something.

Della raised her eyebrows and looked at me.

So, I was saying that I found his driving license. His name is Rus Lee. He is a white male," I said. He is residing in Red Charles, 55 Road, West Spring. After hearing this, Della's facial expression changes. She crouched down and looked at Russ. Della closes his eyes. She stands up and turns her face toward us.

"It seems from his condition someone has sucked to his blood," Ashwin said. Della was silent. She did not show any emotion about it.

"He is one of us," Della said with a sad face. I look at her in astonishment. "What do you mean he is one of us?" I asked. She rubs her head with her right hand. " He is a detective. He is working on an undercover case. I talked to him last week. I cannot believe he is gone. Russ is good at his job. " Della replied. What will I say to Russ's wife and kids?"

So, what do we do?" Ashwin asked. Della was walking away and yelling. "Meet me at the police station."

Ashwin started talking to me again. But I was not giving a damn about him. Then I saw a person in a hoodie again. Suddenly I start to smell blood, and in the next minute, I start hearing drippings of blood on the ground. I started looking around and saw that the person in the hoodie was not there, but I was hearing his breath from a distance. After this, my eyes turn black, and I start struggling again with bloodlust.

Ashwin turned his face away. I ran behind the tree, trying to calm myself. I do not want him to see me like that. "I can do that. I can control my hunger. I was repeating these lines with my eyes closed. Meanwhile, someone tapped on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw Ashwin in front of me. He was looking at me with surprise.

Are you okay?" Ashwin asked. I started walking toward the car. Yes, I am fine. I am a little tired. I ran to the car and hopped in it. He drove me to the police station. We did not talk much while going to the police station. I was thinking about the person whom I saw in the bushes. I was thinking that he intentionally hurt himself to lure me out. "He knows who I am," I said.

What?" Ashwin asked. I acted in such a way that I did not hear anything. We arrived at the police station. I walked in with Ashwin. Della was already standing in the lobby. She was looking at us.

I am assigning both of you to this case. I want you two to figure out what case he is working on. Also, I want you to find the camera that he had. He always carried the camera with him. Meanwhile, a woman walks over to us.

Cindy Marshall is a troubled woman who finds it hard, to tell the truth. She usually wears a white shirt. 4' 9" tall with tan skin, she has a pious feel about her. She has bulging, hazel eyes; very thin lips; small ears; and a long face. She has medium-length, curly, brown hair. She has small hands, small feet, wide shoulders, and weak arms.

"Cindy" shows them Russ's office, " Della said while proceeding upstairs. Cindy takes us to Russ's office. Cindy covered her hand with the cloth. I look at her. "What happened to your hand?" I asked. Cindy leaves without answering me. Ashwin tapped on my shoulder. She is like that. Do not mind her," he said.

I look at him. So, what do we do now?" I spoke. Ashwin sat on the chair. I do not know about you, but I am going home to my lovely wife. He said this while walking out of the room. After Ashwin left, I started looking at the file on the table. In the meantime, a police officer walks into the room.

Carson Smith is Athletically built with cream skin. He has deep-set, round, brown eyes; a wide face; and a small nose. He has short, luscious, black hair. He has average-sized feet, toned legs, a slender neck, narrow shoulders, and a lean torso with lightly defined chest muscles. He is particularly interested in listening to comedy podcasts.

"Umm... you are Harland," the police officer said. I look at him. Yes, how can I help you?" He looks at me with a smile. "Your ride is here," he said. I put the file on the table. Hmm... come again; I am not following you," I said. He gets frustrated. The teenage boy is outside. He is asking about you. He was saying that he was your ride.

"Oh, you are talking about Darius," I said while walking out of Russ's office. I walk outside the police station. I saw Darius standing in front of the police station with his bike. He looks at me with a smile on his face. I walked over to him. I was looking at him with surprise.

How do you know when my shift will end?" I asked. He looks at me and rubs the back of his head with his left hand. I am a psychic. "I know the future," Darius said.

After that, we arrived at my apartment complex. Darius went to park his motorbike, and I started walking upstairs. My apartment is on the second floor. As I reach the second floor, someone pushes me hard from the stairs and starts shooting at me. I caught myself falling from the stairs but could not save myself from the bullet, and I got shot.