Power Of The Subconscious

After thirty minutes, Jack stood in front of the building where the first murder had taken place. He quickly followed the route that he had gone in his memory and his imagination, and quickly went to the side alleyway and began to climb the pipes.

"The subconscious notes much more details than the conscious. This is why visualizing it in my head helped", he muttered as he felt his hand slip on the pipes. Right after he reached the fifth floor, he reached the nearest window and jumped into the house.

He did a roll and landed on the ground silently, just like a burglar would. He had his ID on him, but he wanted to make sure of the suspicion in his head. He sneaked past an open bedroom door, where he saw a couple making love with each other.

Right after he left the place and reached the door which lead to the victim's house, he stood in front of the man's security system, which required him to type a passcode and swipe a card. He wondered how the man must have got in, and that was when he noticed a small gap between the wall and the device on the wall.

He pulled out his knife and slid it in, and the device popped out of the wall. The wires behind were untampered, which left him much more confused, but then he noticed a slot where a cable coil could be inserted.

"Could it be that they hacked the lock, and went past it?", he thought as he pocketed the knife and placed the lock back where it should be. He then ran towards the security office, which took care of the emergency protocols, showed them his ID, and asked them to open the house.

A few minutes later, he was standing in the apartment that had burned off, and there were cans of paint on the ground indicating that they were about to begin works of restoration. A smile formed on his lips as he looked at the table and saw a spot that had gathered less dust than the whole table.

"He went shopping. And whatever he brought back, he placed it on the table. And then, it seems like the killer took this out and went to dispose of it. Maybe there must have been a reason for it. Maybe he had to get rid of the traces of him", he smiled as he looked out the window.

He saw a trash truck pulling up next to a trash can, and it was about to clean it up. He couldn't jump from the fifth floor, so he looked around for an alternative way to get down, and he noticed a few balconies right below one another.

"Well, here goes nothing", he thought as he hung himself from the ledge and let go, landing right on the rail as he wanted. He followed this same pattern until he got down, and ran towards the man who was about to lead the trash into the truck.

"How many days has it been since you cleared the trash?", he asked as the man looked at him quizzically. He pulled out his ID again, and the man then complied to answer his question.

"We were supposed to clear yesterday, but since the driver here was sick yesterday, we didn't", he answered. Jack quickly kicked the trash can down, and the garbage was spread all over the ground.

"No one touches anything. This is an investigation!", he bellowed at the top of his lungs as his eyes began to scan through the trash. He saw loads of stuff, inclusive of rotten tomatoes and eggs. But he couldn't find any matching the shape of the dust he saw above.

"Everything in here's old. I need something new. And if he's this smart, I am sure he wouldn't have disposed of it nearby", he thought and turned his head towards the man who was clearing the garbage.

"Where else do you clear?", he asked. The man was confused as to what was going on and why a cop was going through trash there. He just complied as he knew that standing against a cop might put him in danger.

He pointed his finger straight behind Jack. He turned around and followed his line of sight and saw that it was the whole street, and it was quite long.

"Until the second intersection, and then we turn right", he said. Jack nodded his head, took off, and began rummaging through every trash can he could see. The people who saw him thought he was a madman, and they kept their distance.

Steven on the other hand was in the car and was watching him go about. Right after he saw him rummaging through the trash, he got down and followed behind him. He watched as Jack rummaged through one after another, and he was left cleaning up his mess behind him.

After he reached the second intersection, that was when he saw a trash can that was overflowing. He tipped it over and began to look into it, and he saw what he was looking for.

He pulled out his gloves and picked up the trash bag and tied a knot at the top. He kept the things that were inside, and there was nothing but an apple from which a bite had been taken.

"Yes. If this matches with the person who killed him, I am sure that we will be able to nab him quickly", he thought as he got into the driver's seat of the car and he gunned back towards his house.

The same amount of time had passed, and he was standing in front of the door, panting for breath. He saw Sarah having dinner, and he quickly washed his hands and plopped himself right next to her, and took a bite from her plate.

"Ummm, this is good. You made this?", he asked as he had his mouthful, and there were bits of food spraying from his mouth. Sarah had a mad expression at first, but then she chuckled slightly.

"Okay, so tell me. What is it that's making you rush like this, where you forget the basic human etiquettes?", she asked with a smile. Jack stuffed his mouth with food, as he was famished and he had to finish this case up in less than 24 hours now.

"Alright. I think I might have something from the killer. His saliva on an apple?", he said as he looked her in the eye. She raised her eyebrow and thought that he was a madman, and reached her hand out to take a look.

"Show me, then. Let me see how old this apple is", she said with a stern look.

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