Murder In The Old Castle
136. Threats
The inscription on the windshield suddenly made Gerry panic. He felt that someone was watching his movements. Even at the police station, he was under threat. Obviously this is not a joke. In fact, Gerry felt uncomfortable for a moment. He immediately re-entered the police station, immediately rushed into Reno's room.
He opened the door suddenly while Rasty was still talking to Reno. That certainly surprised Reno. Moreover, the look of Gerry who looks anxious.
“ Sorry. Later I will call you when it's done,” scolded Reno.
“Ma-sorry, Sir! I don't intend to interfere, but ... You should see something in the parking lot. Someone threatened me. He will kill me,” Gerry said nervously.
“Threatening how? This is the police station. How could someone do something that broke the law?”
“Bapak should see! You have to see for yourself!”
Reno scrunched his forehead. Anyway, Gerry's story made him curious. He turned to Rasty for a moment.
“We've just finished this conversation, Rasty! Thank you for coming. Later if there is something we need to ask, we will confirm again,” Reno told Rasty.
Rasty nodded, smiling with relief. The three of them immediately headed to the parking lot, where Gerry's car was parked, to see the threat written on the windshield of his car. Once there, the writing was still clearly visible. Written with lipstick, with capital letters.
Reno was curious to see the writing. He approached to observe at close range. Rasty smiled with relief at the writing while muttering,”Did this free me from the status of a suspect, sir?”
“Of course not, Rasty! The author of this threat can be anyone. We don't even know if the author of this threat has anything to do with the deaths of Jenny and Alma. Anyone can be a suspect. Including you, Gerry! You could be charged with writing a false threat in your own car. However surely we will explore all possibilities based on existing evidence,” said Reno firmly.
Rasty was silent as he sighed. He nodded, whispering to Gerry.
“Do you also assume that I am the murderer of Jenny and Alma, Ger?” ask Rasty.
“I .. I don't know, Race. I don't know. I can't think of anything right now. I'm worried,” Gerry said.
“OK Gerry. I've photographed the evidence of the threat on the windshield of your car. We'll investigate again. Unfortunately Dimas, my partner is off duty today. So maybe I'll try to talk to him tomorrow. Maybe it's better now you go home. We reschedule our conversation another day,” Reno said.
“Ma-sorry, Sir. If I may .. I ask for security. I live alone in the house with the maid. It seems less safe if I go home. I was worried that someone was after my life and doing bad things. I beg you, Sir. Looks like home is not a good choice,” Gerry said in a frightened tone.
Reno looked at Gerry deeply, then nodded.
“Oke, I get it. Today I was also on duty for pickets at the office. I think it's good to be ushered in by a police officer. Unfortunately most have other duties tonight. Let Fani alone accompany and take care of you,” said Reno.
Gerry seemed to be hesitant to hear Reno's words. He heard the name ‘Fani’ called. That means that who will accompany you home is a female police officer. He doubted, is the police woman enough to provide protection?
“I know what you think. Don't underestimate the police, son! Fani is a reliable police officer and a good shot. He will not hesitate to shoot anyone who is a criminal. He's a bit grumpy, but I think he'll be able to protect you well,” Reno continued.
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A quiet night, as usual in a city gripped by fear of serial killers circulating is wandering around targeting young girls. The deaths of Jenny and Alma shocked some of the townspeople. They choose to spend the night in their respective homes, or go out looking for the wind with friends.
Inside a deserted apartment building, Nayya feels imprisoned. The room was not too wide. The room looks like a room of a hotel, equipped with a bathroom and a small kitchen. A big screen TV, wardrobe, refrigerator and also equipped with air conditioning. Only, the door was locked from the outside, so he could not get out at all.
The only way to breathe air outside is to exit through a door connected to a balcony. Unfortunately the balcony was also not too big, facing directly towards the sparkling city that night. From the small balcony he could also see the skyscraper buildings in the city center. Nayya tried to look down the balcony. Instantly his stomach was nauseous. He is afraid of heights. There was no way he was trying to escape from a place this high.
Click!
Apartment door open. Nayya saw the figure that held her into the room carrying food in stereofoam wrappers. Admittedly, his stomach was hungry. Unfortunately, he did not want to eat in front of the person who kidnapped him.
“Eat! I know you're hungry. I also have no intention of starving you to death. You know it! It turns out that making people feel scared and anxious is a very pleasant thing. Today I made a slight threat to Gerry. You know him, right? Actually I don't want to kill him, but I think if he's left to live too long it's a bit dangerous. His innocence is the source of disaster,” said the figure as he threw himself in bed.
“You're sick!” hiss Nayya.
The figure only smirked at Nayya's words. He grabbed the TV remote, and changed channels.
“All channels are junk! Our society is tired of being packed with news without quality!” his gerrick.
Nayya said nothing. He just sat in a chair there. He has not looked through the contents of the apartment, who knows there is something that can be used to escape or weapons to paralyze this kidnapper. He just stared at the figure lying on the bed in annoyance.
“Oya, I'll go after this. Tonight there's something I'm doing. Tomorrow perhaps the city will be shocked by the news of death again hahaha!” say that figure again.
Drrt .. drrt .. drrt!
The figure's phone shook. He grabbed fast, then saw who the caller was. Apparently, he didn't like the phone interruptions. Immediately he turned off the phone, and just put it down. He focused on seeing a television broadcast about a cooking show hosted by a famous chef.
“You can cook, Nayya?” ask that figure.
Nayya did not answer. He had no intention of answering that question.
“My father was a butcher. When he was a kid, he taught me how to cut meat properly and properly. Until now I can do that well. The poor dog I managed to cut neatly, then I put it in a sack to outwit the hahaha police!"
Furthermore, the figure was raving indistinctly. A few minutes later, he seemed to be asleep. Maybe so tired, his head drooped. Eyes closed. His breath goes up and down. Nayya felt doubtful, was this figure really asleep? He hopes to take the keys to the apartment so that he can escape from this figure.
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