As promised a slightly longer part (but it could be longer in my opinion) As always, I'm really curious what you think about it! (long doesn’t mean that it’s good * gg *) The part is pretty bloody this time !! (I would not recommend reading before or after dinner, or before falling asleep!) If anything seems illogical to you, please tell me so that I can do it right! I would like to thank all of my picking clerks and all of my readers who do not write anything for holding me up !!!! Oh yes, Fortune, actually I don't read crime novels and I have nothing to do with the police. And if it takes a little longer, don't be angry, because I only come to write on the weekend, if at all. Oh and if I had the intention to stop I would definitely warn you in advance. OK, don't want to keep you from reading any longer!



They had been sitting next to each other in the car for quite a while, each indulging in their own dark thoughts.Neither Martin nor Dave knew what was in store for them and so it was not surprising that everyone tried to imagine the worst. But what they found in the mansion was a thousand times worse. It was just after 9 a.m. when they finally arrived. The property was very secluded, about 7 miles from Lock Haven, the nearest town. The house was huge and the garden could no doubt be called a park. There was no other building in sight. The large forecourt was parked with cars and someone had forgotten to turn off a blue light. The twitching light gave the whole thing a certain remoteness. There was no one to be seen anywhere. An eerie silence lay over the whole place like a shroud.

Dave slowly opened the car door and got out. The closing of the door sounded excruciatingly loud in his ears. Martin was halfway to the front door when it opened.A man in a dark suit was standing in the doorway and waved impatiently to the two of them and made them understand that they should hurry up. They were hardly through the door when it was thrown back into the lock behind them. They were in a spacious entrance area. The room was about 8 meters high and a staircase swung up on the right side. It took up almost the length of the room. The entire room was kept in subtle colors and showed good taste. Despite its size, it didn't look pretentious or cold, but rather exuded a certain friendliness. Dave registered all of this in a matter of seconds. Martin followed the man through a door on the left and Dave had to hurry not to lose touch.

The room they now came into was a kind of dining room. Despite its size, it was hopelessly overcrowded. He saw policemen in uniforms, numerous men in dark suits, several men in doctor's coats, and a woman in a beige suit who was talking softly to a man who sat at the head of the table with a petrified face and a blank look.The man who had let her in stepped up to the woman and whispered a few words in her ear. At first it seemed as if she wasn't reacting, but then she got up and steered purposefully towards Martin. With a slight smile on her face, she held out her hand first to him and then to Dave.

"There you are at last! I am Special Agend Keira Cornwell and have taken over the management of the previous operation. I will now familiarize you with the situation and then give you the command as agreed. We arrived here about two and a half hours ago. The dead man's husband found the body. He is in severe shock, but was still quick enough to alert the police. Since the said man is the highly respected industrialist and politician Andre Rivers, and he sounded very disturbed, they informed them Police immediately contacted the FBI, and I and three of my colleagues arrived shortly after the police, as we were nearby.We went to look for Mr. Rivers together and found him sitting here at this table. So far we have tried unsuccessfully to get through to him. One of my colleagues also searched the upper floor and found the dead woman there. I immediately informed the forensics department and my superiors and made sure that everything was sealed off. My supervisor has ordered nothing to be changed or Mr. Rivers to be taken to the hospital until you get here. "" You reacted perfectly right. But I don't think Mr. Rivers is of any help to us while he's in shock. He should be taken to the hospital immediately! After that, I want all the people who are not absolutely needed to disappear. In 10 minutes I just want to see the forensics team, you, and another agenda of your choice. The rest is not needed. "Martin hadn't spoken loudly, but in a voice used to command and nobody questioned his authority.Within minutes, all of his orders were carried out and the room slowly emptied.

Then there were only six forensics, an agenda named Jack Smith, Keira, Dave, and Martin himself in the room. "Well, then tell me what else you have found out," said Martin and looked Keira in the eye. She returned his gaze without batting an eyelid and replied with a firm voice: "According to our previous knowledge, the murderer penetrated through the patio door into the interior of the house. It shows no obvious signs of a break-in, but it was wide open when we entered the house. But we don't know whether it was opened by a professional or was already open. The kitchen is missing the butcher's knife from the kitchen block. We suspect it is the murder weapon, but it has not yet been found. It is Definitely not a robbery, we're guessing a psychopath, but I'd rather leave the analysis of the murder to a specialist like Mr. Vaughan.The dead person is in the bedroom, but they'd better make up their own mind about the crime scene. Agend Smith will take them upstairs and show them everything. "

Again Dave was given thin plastic gloves to prevent any traces from being contaminated and everyone was told again not to change anything. With a queasy feeling in his stomach, Dave climbed the stairs behind Martin and Agend Smith and followed them until they came to a stop in front of a large door. The door was ajar and when Agend Smith gave it a slight push, it swung open silently. The first thing Dave noticed was the intense smell of blood. Then Agend Smith stepped aside to reveal the large double bed.

The room was brightly lit by the sunlight that shone through the large window. There was blood everywhere. Blood on the walls, on the floor, yes, even on the ceiling. The bedclothes, the sheet, the mosquito net, everything was covered in blood. Sometimes like a fine drizzle, then again across the board.But there wasn't all blood. There were bits of skin stuck to the floor and the wall. As if these scraps were deliberately glued to the wall. But worst of all was the sight of the woman herself. She had been practically dragged onto the bed by the murderer. She was completely naked. Her blood-covered hair was like a veil around her head and her eyelids were closed as if she were sleeping. Her face was almost uninjured, but the rest of the body had actually been skinned, but luckily the blood prevented Dave from seeing anything more precise. Her left forearm was undoubtedly broken and sticking out at an incredible angle. All of her fingernails had been torn out and two fingers were missing from her right hand. Dave was both disgusted and intrigued. The woman must have suffered for an incredibly long time. The skin had been peeled off with surgical precision, and the killer had known exactly where the arteries and veins were and not severed them.Not only had he just killed her, he had tortured her and slowly, very slowly tortured her to death. The fingers had only been severed after her death, he didn't know the reason for this, but maybe it was some kind of signature of the murderer or something like that.

She hadn't been dead long. Less than four hours by his estimate. He had never seen anything so horrific before in his life and yet it all seemed familiar. He was absolutely certain that this woman and the girl in the forest had been killed by the same man. But what scared him the most was that this might just be the beginning of a long series of murders. The murderer proceeded with increasing brutality and had undoubtedly got a taste for it. He wouldn't stop on his own anymore. The way Dave judged him, he COULD no longer.

“And what do you think?” Martin had turned noticeably paler and had turned his back to the bed. "I don't know what to make of it, Dave replied in a cracked voice, but he's definitely not going to stop, I'm absolutely sure.She hasn't been dead long. Four hours at the most. You should have all traces backed up immediately. "They left the room almost in a hurry and Dave was about to go downstairs when Agend Smith called out," Wait! Here is one more thing that you absolutely must see. "He hurried to another door and opened it quickly. Here, too, the smell of blood hit them, but at first Dave saw nothing unusual. The room was a kind of studio and there were easels with pictures everywhere. One of the pictures particularly caught his eye It was only painted with reddish brown paint and depicted a wolf pouncing on its prey. The victim was a woman crouching in fear. And then he saw the two missing fingers. They were lying on the ground right in front of him Now knowing the purpose the killer had severed the fingers for. He had used them as a brush and his victim's blood as paint. Disgusted, he turned and stormed down the stairs.Martin followed him and said worried: "You look dead tired. You can't work like that! I think it is better if Agend Smith brings you home so that you can relax again. At the moment you cannot help me anyway. "With a grateful smile in Martin's direction, Dave left the building. Slowly he tried to control his turmoil and calm himself down. A little later Agend Smith stepped outside and hurried towards his car. Dave also started moving and took a seat in the passenger seat. He still had the terrible smell of blood in his nose and