15 Chapter 13

Third person View

The city is all what it could be, again dark and with this having no space for inferior and every hearts are here like a flowing vicinity and a loud sigh like upraising of that of tornado, this city welcomes the criminal to do their act, and then from any alley ,

a man with bowler's hat and dress in black Dracula coat , appears with his Falconi Cabella version 0.02undead, he is laughing in an echoing deadly laugh, which is fatal for any person ,

"Lord hath some mercy on you !!! You leech ....my ashes had been bloomed to Phoenix ....Haha..and thou shall be in bed of dead....cut short !! Falconi" with his anonymous language he dead shot the Desmond Foyer , the man who was the rich corporate of raw material exportations of Crude Oil, Bitumina pvt. limited , he laughed at his fathomless lying corpse,

And he was the only one to listen the chattering of his incomprehensible sense of talking, the person was laying like a paper on the ground, as if it had no weight, and how did the " Gorgon ", managed to murder the third victim, who was he ...no one knows, but the people of Rougesage wanted to know about him, for the poor people he was the god, for middle class people ,

he was the mystery, children enjoys by calling him ...the Bogeyman 's Boo....and some diligent person wanted to debate on whether he was a psycho killer, forensic department was frustrated that he and his way of killing was out of their league.... No ! Finger prints, no match records, no criminal details, who the heck was this person??

Massacring the half of the business mob, as if he had some envy or grudge against them, detectives and super investigating teams were being hired to have a grasp of this uncanny man, the whole crime world held a shook of booming welcome of such daring man,

even he had exposed himself in front of the media , and had given all the open challenge like , " catch me if you can!!", hell! He was not an acrobat , was he? No!! He was not a ninja or an martial art expert,

he was a simple shooter, at least this thing was in his gene, many gangs and underworld grounders were now afraid of losing control, he had no address to be killed silently, he had no family to be threatened ....he had no money issues to be bribed, woefully he was pretty much like a non terminating existence,

At the Head Branch of Crime and Investigation, (HBI), the main leader Mr. Edgar Cornwell , who was the director of head of HBI, had fired 15 ultimate cops in a row within this week , the whole police station was in a terrified state because he had been knocking down the A cadets officer just because the weeks had been over than 4 weeks, and they still can't get a hold of , Gorgon! ,

his temper had become an issue for his own Family, his wife Miss. Paula Cornwell, is suffering from her chest pain but he is so engrossed in this case study, that he didn't had the enough time to fetch her, his son would be graduating this end's week , but he for sure couldn't make himself to his graduation ceremony, for her little daughter, her admission is on stake, but again he is continuing that reckless chasing of Gorgon, as if it is his last case ,

he himself was having a problem of hypertension, pressing a stress reliever by his one hand he was massaging his head, and his brows were scrunched to either of his side, who is this fuckin' ......

"Blestain _Gorgonzola" like he was really the definition of a Gorgon, a gorgon , with serpentine heads with fangs coming out , having an eye of devil , which could turn the men into rock like the gorgon Medusa,

he thought, hiring best of best intelligent communities also didn't help to track him down, its really a shame for whole bureaucracy of Rougesage, his cabin shows his power of control , being massive and spacious, he puff out a black cigar,

it was from Black widow cigar company, and inhaling a much amount of burning smoke in his throat he collapsed in his leathered round chair, and started rotating the paper weight, which had been filled with some shitty fillers , a kind of artificial liquid , deep blue like that of ocean in Mauritius, those Caribbean lands and their watery significance, he thought,

his spectacles with big frame determines his persisting attitude, he was in his deep thought, his son would be graduating this year.... may be Paula could recover from her chest pain ....and Janet , his little girl would be attending the primary school this year, she had creations in her hands.....and a long awaited,

blocked exasperation made its way from his chest when he leaned back in his chair, being a Chief in charge is not an easy job, when it is having a sparking twist in its most risk arising factor, his eyes plopped to the upper ceilings, and he bored his eyes in them, who's that Blestain Gorgonzola..... Or Gorgon....he was awoken from his state of subconsciousness... When an

ruptured knocking was heard from his main door,

"Come in ! Please", he said while checking some files which had been still left in his working desk.

" Chief!" A man looking in his riot 40's , saluted him and he obliged into his state of respect, now only Edgar lift his head from his report seeking ,

"Laurent !!" He meek and the man who got acquainted to us as , Laurent , was gathering a bundle of bushy detail framework of some abrasive criminal evidences.

"Gorgon.....termination?" Edgar cocked his eyebrows to Laurent who nodded in his professional mannerism. Looking staggeringly , Edgar's perturbed behaviour gave Laurent his significance, continuing his vogue, he trailed, "A murder !! A new suspect, or the foot or finger ...things?" Edgar slammed his fist on the table but Laurent didn't even flinched a foot,

"Just the decipherment of his leftover murder notes!! Chief!" Placing the documents on the table Laurent was again rigid as a pillar.

"People are being eroded everyday with the corrupt schedule of their own flesh rupture Laurent....but I won't let them do so, not now and not ....ever ....it's a promise for my ideology ....." Edgar stated with his sharp eyes toward Laurent , the files had been an enlist of the Gorgon's behavioural actions.

"We could hunt him down....." Laurent said with an accusation , it was a nervous tone, .....

"Anything , you could have beside this ...this document are simply....

Order@0.01_Sampura

Order@0.02__Deus× Machina

Order@0.03_diminished.

Reports are the serious thing Laurent!!, at least they are for me....but Sampura and Deus× Machina, what the rubbish vocabularies these twins are I don't fucking know, I know that they says, " every criminal left some prints behind his back..." But here that guy, "Gorgon", had left this uncanny languages, , the people at senate are demanding his end and here , for Hell! I don't even know that Bastard's origin, everything is intriguing.....that Douche had even threatened the media to broadcast his nothing but shitty interview , who is he Damnit.....an alien ? A beast, a vampire.....or he is just a servamp of any legitimate.... Crap!!

With this he banged a loud sound in his table, to which Laurent flipped a back step.

" chief! We should probably make it to it!" Leaving behind his mannerism, Laurent showed some humanity.

"Do you have collected some fluids, from the crime scene, like ....I mean some sample, blood stains, ....." Edgar inquired to Laurent with wandering over the pages of some points,

"Actually , we have ! Chief .....it's a filament or the saliva like thing ...always dropped near the crime scene, for first time .....we choose to ignore but again .....founding it near the chaos ...we sent the sample to forensic lab .....and it showed something unique ....." Laurent told with a hesitant ,

"You all are really slower than a worm, why Haven't you told me though, about this thing! Fuck .....Did they sent the report about...about ...this saliva thing....it could be an important factor...." Edgar cried over the desk...

"Yes.....they are actually faxing us the information within half an hour, they said, it was a rare one.....I don't know what rarest thing ... But they called it infectious....."

"Where's the machine...we need to go there.....Christ !! It's sane, let's move to the point!" Wearing his Ply coat, he flung away from his cabin , not even bothering about the pace of his corporate. And with long strides he reached to the Fax machine, where Simon was perching ....but as he saw Edgar coming over to him, he was all attentive and greeted him a quick salute, Edgar even don't bother himself for replying back with a curt, instead he brushed him aside and pressed the button of fax, passing a gander over his titan wrist watch, he focused the tip of needle over the 30 minute ....

"Done! Now it would be out..." Edgar said desperately, while Simon was dumbfounded by the action of Edgar and looked for Laurent , who shook his head.

After waiting for half an hour, finally a white long descriptive paper came from the fax, and he snatched it like a hungry dog , for its bone, flipping the 12 page report over a granular size thing, made him wondered what was the actual seriousness behind the saliva, as described by the Laurent later on wards, it was a small mm tinge in a faded whitish texture....but as fast as he scanned his eyes through the page, he found that these terms were highly inherited by biology thing, and he was an arts student, how come he would be understanding the terms, not possible.

"What is inside the report Chief?" Laurent butted in the middle of the thought procession,

"Some thesis of I think biology , it's a forensic lab report, I can't decipher it, but as seeing the amount of page, I think it is a crucial factor for pur investigation, now we can actually say, that we are navigating or our sail of navigation had begun...." A satisfactory relieve could been seen in the face of Edgar, the thing must had been underground yet, but he was relieved that they got something important, at least tonight he could go home early and have a good dine with his family , he had been pretty guilty over his obnoxious behavior and he had been very much ignorant also for the need of his family.

"Seems, as an great asset Chief, but we could understand it with help of Dr. Siegmund Clarke ....the new alley's one of the best manured surgeon , even being a PHD in anatomy or whatever those medicos called it, he could tell us , what's in the report..." Laurent apparently told about a Dr. Siegmund Clarke, who leaves practically 15 K.m away from Rougesage, probably in Netherlands , and it would be a long drive,

"So ! What are we waiting for, bring out the police van, we need to board off now ! Laurent" grabbing that 12 paged fax , he shoved him inside the packet , which he had just demanded from the Simon, it's already 11 'o' clock, and he was supposed to be at home but Duty calling is preferred by him over the home calling, his dedication to his work is always a problem for his family to digest, even when his wife Paula had already left him 3 times in a row but fate that they reunite,

Edgar 's phone rang abruptly and he answered,

"Hello! Rougesage police department, Edgar Cornwell speaking !!" Edgar introduced himself, while the department was left out with less than 10 people, it was bunchier before , a late night work. The other side sound was weak.

"Hello!! Officer...Edgar !!" The voice was a bit valance and it had obviously the bad news coming from the monotone, it was the obvious thing that Edgar can sense enough.

"Yes...Miss...I m Edgar Cornwell, Director in chief of Head branch department of Investigation, Rougesage, are you in endangered or in something ....you could tell us, we are here to help you !" He assured the voice of the lady, she seemed in a dilemma, Her voice was shriveled and she was broken in to sobbing, her voice modulation was hoarse, She started crying .

"My friend had been missing from two days .....Officer and I knew who is the one who kidnapped her !!" The voice told him in ascertain.

"May ! I know your name miss, at least we could help you with this ?"

"Ju...Juana graves, Emerald conclave street downtown 46 , Beehive turning ....and My friend Miss. Valentina Timothy Lockhart is missing, from two days, "

"Wait , the Same Valentina Lockhart who published a flash report for town's gambling and trafficking circuit, that popular Young Journalist from Lapwing , are you talking about that same girl?"

"Yes, she is the one .....Officer !"

"Are you speaking from the same Emerald Conclave, the neighborhood of Mr. Hislop Coleman , the industrialist who was murdered back 4 weeks ago ?"

" yes, Officer and I know who is the suspect ?"

This Case interested Edgar the more deeper,

"Who ?"

"Blestain__ Blestain Gorgonzola slash ....Gorgon "

And before he could asked her more information , the line went dead.....