Chapter 4

Black Butterfly, Where does the Black Butterfly Go Drink Water by Beep Beep Beep

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“-You came!”

Inside the prison, it was such a mess. Sound of people running around, sound of accusing, and sound of questioning that no one knows the answer. When the person in charge came out, Tim’s voice got unconsciously louder.

“What happened? How can you guys just have one guard bringing that serious criminal outside!”

“We, we’re not sure…… We are on the investigation. That guard is already dead so….. Ah, th,there is another reason I urgently called you guys.”

“Another one? Is there a bigger thing than this?”

Jude asked with a face like he got disturbed sleeping for a week. The person in charge panicked and quickly looked for something in his pocket. One evident envelop came out from his pocket. While those two detectives looked curious, the person in charge opened that with shaking hands. Tim suspiciously opened his mouth.

“…..Is it a note?”

“Yes, I think it was left for Detective Jude….”

The letter was short.

-See you again. I’ll write, Detective J because I wasn’t joking?

Right after he checked the note, Tim instinctively looked at Jude. In this expressionless face, nothing was showing. It’s his first time seeing this expression twice in one day. He bit his teeth and looked at the simple letter. Chill went down his spine.

It’s the end and the starting bell of the new screen.

The media got little calm now.

The news about a serial killer who implanted an abnormal fear that a possibility of getting killed by a young neighbor man is higher than getting killed by a car accident escape was a big news. But the story changes when even after his escape, the police can’t process any further with the investigation, and he didn’t do anything for a month. People were still anxious but starting to forget about that incident little by little. Sometimes it came in a morning show. Alvin Johns who became the reason that the news criticize the police couldn’t be a threat to people anymore.

The things that were happening in the station was actually busier, but one thing for sure is that the detective who caught Alvin Johns is going through such annoying days. Right after the news Alvin Johns has escaped went up to superior, for several days, Jude had to deal with interrogation-like conversation. ‘When you were talking to him at last, didn’t he show any sign of it.’ ‘If that happened, why didn’t you do something before.’ ‘Why do you think he only asked for you.’ ‘Did you have any personal relationship with him?’ ‘How do you think Alvin Johns escaped…’ Jude was about to get neurosis, and Tim strongly complained worrying about his partner who couldn’t even sleep right, but their reply was very simple. “We don’t know when someone else might die. Is one person being tired a problem?”

The case became very serious, and most of the authority went to FBI. Even with that, the case didn’t go any further. There were plenty of assumption ands useless reports, and the police were getting tired of all those pranks from the fans. Everyone couldn’t get stuck to this case, and they didn’t have enough man-power.

During those time, a letter that Alvin Johns promised has arrived. When Jude arrived tired at his seat after a long conversation, there was a mail on his desk with his name on it. Jude was surprised at the sender’s name, and right after he said, “Alvin Johns…?” An investigator who was standing right next to him took away the letter. He was little blank, but he didn’t say anything. It wasn’t the kind that he wanted to see anyway.

But when the investigator who took away the letter disappeared that night, Jude panicked a little bit. And when another letter was on his desk, Jude didn’t tell his superior and put that in his pocket. Tim knew the situation and looked at him worried but didn’t say anything.

So even though lot of heads were bewildered, Jude and Tim heard a new case, and they loaded their guns and got called out to the scene.

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-Hello.

Did you get it well this time? I didn’t know there was an idiot who didn’t know writing a receiver’s name is not just for a show. I’m sorry.

I’m doing well. The weather is nice these days. How are you, detective? You were tired after I escaped, right? After the incident calms down, drink a glass of beer and rest well. Should I visit you with Heineken someday?

I got little more comfortable after the news calmed down. It’s not bad to live this quietly. Ah, you know the word ‘living quietly’ doesn’t mean how living same as other people feeling small happiness, right?

Different from me but similar detective

You probably feel like you are far from me, but actually we are connected to each other, so you don’t have to feel nervous. In a right time, I’ll visit you only with goodwill. You can trust me.

I’ll write you again. Stay well.

-Alvin Johns

“Jude, isn’t better to tell Chief?”

“….”

“Jude.”

Inside a smoothly moving car, Jude was reading the letter with a sleepy face shook his head making, “Mm” sleepy sound. Tim’s face was full of worries.

“No, it’s okay. What if something happens again?”

“Did he say anything else? Like a word where we can predict where he is.”

“Nope. Is it one or two place that has a good weather? Probably this won’t even have a fingerprint… They couldn’t figure out anything in the first letter. Ah, I’m so tired.”

Jude folded the letter roughly and put it in his pocket, and he sighed and leaned on the seat. Tim frowned guessing the place they’re going right now looks like. In this mess, police’s duty is unchanged and kept going. No matter how dangerous Alvin Jude is, for that one guy, all the police can’t only stick to that case. Yes, he understood. The reason why they have to come out for a job even though it’s this loud. Anyway, the crime won’t stop just because of police’s situation.

But Tim didn’t want to take his partner who went through a hard time for a month to another crime scene nearly at midnight.

“Do you think you’ll be alright? Should I go in by myself?”

“No thanks. I’m not a little girl with sensitive emotion so don’t worry about it, Tim oppa.”

Even if he’s half dead, his talk never dies. Tim chuckled and slowly stopped the car.

When there was a voice of a scared man through a police’s phone, he said word by word crying. ‘I, I came home, and my mother was dead. Help me.’ There was possibility of being a prank call –especially these days- They couldn’t just not go out after they got a call. For the sake of authenticity and judge seriousness, they needed to send the investigators.

And in the headquarter, they sent Jude who just came out from the counsel to the scene with Tim. Right now we’re lack in people so look around and ask for backups if you guys can’t solve it by yourselves. But try to finish it within your hands! –With Chief’s kind comment.

Carefully, two police approached the building trying not to make a sound. The light was on through the window. Tim carefully looked inside and got paled.

In front of the table, there was a body. On top of the table there was a head. The intestines were dragging the floor, and the two hands were inside the head’s mouth. The surrounding area was covered with blood that looks like a cheap paint.

“Ugh –it’s bad.”

Jude clicked his tongue like whispering. It looks like no one’s at home. There was no sound coming from up stair. But they have to be alert. They slowly turned the unlocked door knob, and those two detectives went inside the house.

A fishy smell hit their noses. A disgust that can’t be compare to a fish. Warm blood and decomposing organs. When they start to rot, they smell worse than any other animals. They frowned little bit and went up to the second floor. They heard someone’s crying sound through ajar door. They looked at each other, and Tim kicked the door first.

“Freeze! N.Y.P.D!”

One man was lying on the floor. He was crying covering his head and fell backward because he got scared by Tim’s voice. Tim looked at the man and asked without putting down his gun.

“Are you the one who reported?”

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“Ah…….. Yes, yes, I’m, I’m Lloyd Zejens. Um, out, outside, that’s, that’s my, mo, mother…..”

“Is there someone else in the house?”

“No, no, no no, I’m, I’m the only one.”

His face was covered with tears. There was nothing dangerous, so they slowly put down the gun. Tim stared at that poor shivering man pitifully and turned his head to Jude.

“Stay here. I’ll go call for a backup.”