As the Chief expected, as soon as the next morning dawned, New York plunged back into fear. Alvin Jonesâs name was barely forgotten and the color was completely faded, and the crime, which was âestimatedâ to be done by him, was happening again. Although the police did not disclose the contents of the letter due to concerns about the possibility of a new copycat emerging and the citizens panicking, the media made it realistic that the terrible serial killer appeared again with the proofs in their hands. The best of all was the news, but other show programs began to make a lot of noise again under the name of Alvin Jones. Why did he come back, and what is he going to do in the future? Peopleâs attention has been focused on it.
Given the circumstances, it was natural for the Chief to burst into a fit of rage at Jefferyâs insinuating remarks in the conference room.
â-Ah yeah, why donât you announce that Alvin Jones did it?â
âAre you out of your mind?! Itâs already like this when the news says itâs similar to his crime, but if the police tell them that he did it, whatâs going to happen to the city? Do you want to make New York a deserted city all of a sudden?!â
âListen a little bit. When we broadcast Alvin Jones on the air, if this killer weâre looking for is a copycat, isnât it possible that weâll get a call from the real Alvin Jones? Even though he wasnât interested in the media, he was a man of considerable confidence in himself.â
ââŠâŠdo you mean to use this murderer to pull Alvin Jones out?â
When Tim asked in a reluctant voice, Jeffrey nodded. One of the police officers sitting in the conference room said in an unconfident tone.
âIs that, uh, possible? Actually, I donât think weâll have enough power to focus on catching this killer. With the addition of Alvin Jones dragged into this, itâs not going to work.â
âI donât mean to actively engage Alvin Jones and mix him up with this investigation. Itâs best to find him to catch this killer, and make progress on both investigations. Of course, weâll have to worry about finding this killer and catching him, but itâll cost the FBI more power. First of all, it is very unlikely that talking to him will be a minus for usâŠâ
Bang! The door opened, violently cutting off Jeffreyâs words. All eyes in the conference room turned to it, and the policeman, who suddenly caught the attention of the people inside, gasped and said.
âWell, just now, I got a call for you, name, his name is Alvin Jones, what should I do?â
Jeffrey jumped up from his seat. âWait a moment, Iâll be there right now!ââfollowed by his wild steps, the policemen followed suit in unison. After all the detectives stand-by on the side, Jeffrey picked up the phone. Licking his lips once, he seemed a little nervous about the sudden event.
âJeffrey Dowman.â
[Alvin Jones.]
It was a voice with a delicate echo. Is this the right voice?-Jeffrey asked Jude with a wink, and Jude nodded.
âYes, what happened all of a sudden? Youâre trying to make sure that this murder wasnât your fault? Or vice versa?â
[I donât want to talk long, so letâs make it short. Heâs not me.]
âHooh, yes. But why do you call me on purpose and tell me? It hasnât been announced for sure that it was you.â
[I donât care about every copycat crime either. Iâm not interested. However, I couldnât help but pay attention to the letter he left under my name. He seems determined to get on my nerves.]
The air froze for a moment. Jeffrey, too, seemed quite surprised at this, kept his eyes wide open and his mouth shut for a long time before barely stuttering.
âWait, a letter. What are you talking about?â
[I said Iâd cut it short, right? Letâs not talk about childish tricks. But let me tell you one thing, the police wonât have to worry for long. I promise you donât have to worry too much. It wonât take long. Well.]
âNo, wait, wait! What do you mean it wonât take longâŠâŠyou mean youâll find him and take care of him with your own hands? Something like that?â
[Jeez, wasnât it fully his intention?]
The voice bore a smile similar to mockery. While all the police were silent, Jeffrey, who touched his mouth once, said in a calm voice.
âThatâs difficult, if you want to prove itâs not you, just helping us is enough. You see, if we catch him, heâll be losing everything heâs ever done if he pretended to be you. Isnât that what you want?â
[Ah, you want to put him in court. That man.]
A voice with a low laughter rang like a giggle. While all the policesâ nerves focused on the voice in trepidation, the voice passed softly and coldly.
[-Then, youâd better find him before me.]
Ttut. The line was cut off. Taking the receiver off his ear as if lightly disgusted, Jeffrey looked back at the agent who was trying to trace his location on one side. His face was twisted in perplexity.
âIâm sorry, is there an institution around that transmits and receives strong radio waves, or is there any engineer around?âŠ. I think the signal is interrupted, the location is not clear.â
âNo, thatâs enough. If heâs going to get this far, heâs not going to get caught immediately. Itâs more difficult than that.â
Licking his parched lips once, Jeffrey chewed his low lip and spat, looking around the cops standing like ice columns.
âWeâre in a position to find and protect that copycat before this guy, gentlemen. Do you have any good ideas?â