Chapter 10:Red ford fiesta

Detective Alex Harper stood in the dimly lit hospital room, staring at Marcus, who lay unconscious on the bed, his body connected to various monitors and IVs. The doctors had assured him that Marcus would recover, but seeing his partner in such a state fueled his determination to catch the perpetrator. The kidnapper's brazen attack on one of their own had escalated the urgency of their investigation.

Harper's phone buzzed with a new message. It was from Lopez: "Come back to the precinct. We've got a new lead."

Harper gave Marcus one last glance, then hurried out of the hospital. As he drove back to the precinct, his mind raced with the recent developments. The connection between the murders of Mary Johnson and Sarah Thompson, Emily Johnson's kidnapping, and now the attack on Marcus all pointed to a single, calculating mastermind who seemed to be orchestrating this macabre game.

When Harper arrived at the precinct, he found Lopez and Captain Raymond in the conference room, poring over a map covered in pins and notes.

"What's the new lead?" Harper asked, taking a seat.

Lopez gave him a file filled with pictures and routines of those in the pictures. These were pictures of the victims from 10 years to Marcus filled with a picture, including a picture of Marcus taken while he was driving to the school.

"How are these so detailed? To even know their daily routine?" Harper asked in fear.

It was as if they were against an all-knowing entity.

"We will wait till Marcus wakes up to see if he saw anything," Raymond said. Just as they were talking, a fax was sent to the captain's office.

Raymond took the fax, and his eyes widened, his leg going weak as he fell to the ground. "How? How? HOW?" he yelled maniacally.

Harper took the fax, and his reaction was the same; it was a picture of them talking in the office right now.

The fax sent a chill down Harper's spine. It was as if their every move was being watched by an unseen force, a force that seemed to revel in their fear and uncertainty. But Harper refused to let the fear consume him. He knew that they had to stay one step ahead of the kidnapper if they had any hope of bringing him to justice.

"We need to find out how they're getting this information," Harper said, his voice determined. "We need to trace the source of this fax."

Lopez nodded in agreement. "I'll contact our tech team and see if they can trace the origin of the fax. In the meantime, we need to stay vigilant."

Captain Raymond regained his composure and nodded grimly. "We can't let this psychopath dictate our every move. We need to keep pushing forward, no matter what."

As they continued to investigate, Harper couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Every shadow seemed to hold a hidden threat, every noise sending a shiver down his spine. But he pushed through the fear, focusing on the task at hand.

Hours passed, and the tension in the precinct grew palpable. Every ring of the phone, every buzz of the fax machine sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through Harper's veins. But despite the constant threat looming over them, they refused to back down.

Finally, Lopez entered the room with a grim expression. "We traced the origin of the fax," she said. "It came from an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city."

Harper's jaw clenched. "Let's go. We have a lead to follow."

The team wasted no time in mobilizing. With Captain Raymond at the helm, they drove swiftly to the outskirts of the city where the abandoned warehouse stood like a dark sentinel against the night sky.

As they approached, Harper couldn't shake the feeling of dread gnawing at his insides. This could be the moment they've been waiting for, the confrontation with the elusive perpetrator behind these heinous crimes.

The warehouse loomed before them, its windows broken, and its walls covered in graffiti. It seemed like the perfect hideout for someone intent on staying hidden from the prying eyes of the law.

With guns drawn and hearts pounding, they cautiously entered the warehouse, the darkness swallowing them whole. Every step echoed in the cavernous space, heightening their sense of unease.

The CPD immediately swatted the warehouse. As Detective Harper and his team cautiously made their way through the dimly lit corridors of the abandoned warehouse, they encountered a man huddled in a corner, his hands raised in surrender. He appeared disheveled, his clothes stained with dirt and sweat.

Harper approached him with caution, his gun still drawn but held at his side. "Who are you?" he demanded.

The man glanced up, fear evident in his eyes. "I-I'm just a worker," he stammered. "I don't know anything about what's going on. I swear!"

Lopez stepped forward, her expression skeptical. "What were you doing here then? This place doesn't look like a legitimate workplace."

The man swallowed hard, his gaze darting around nervously. "I-I work for a guy who imports... stuff," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"What is your name?" Raymond asked

"James Miller" the man replied

Harper's instincts told him that James might have valuable information, even if he wasn't directly involved in the crimes. "What kind of stuff?" he pressed, keeping his tone firm but not aggressive.

James hesitated, clearly weighing his options. Finally, he spoke in a low voice, "Drugs, weapons, you name it. I don't ask questions, I just do what I'm told."

"Why are you here?" Harper asked.

"I was supposed to meet The Orchestrator" James replied.

"Who is the orchestrator? Did he buy anything strange in the past?" Harper said while tightening his grip on the gun.

"The orchestrator sells information."

"What did he buy?" Lopez asked.

"A calf from Japan; he wanted it alive," James said.

"The orchestrator huh," Harper said with unexplainable emotions. 

"Where is he?" Lopez asked.

"He already left. He came in a redFord Fiesta and left like an hour ago."

While Raymond informed the officers to look for the white Ford Fiesta , Harper just looked into the distance.

The ghost he's been chasing has a name finally