ACT IV

I was here earlier this morning. Nothing seemed as depressing back then as it did right now. I look down at the two bodies lying in a pool of blood. Nobody was supposed to touch them until we arrived, but I reckon that somebody must’ve checked if they were still alive. That poor thoughtful person made a mistake. He or she is going to be one of our suspects, simply because his or her fingerprints are on the victim(s).

The crime scene: two bodies, one male and one female, surrounded by white pills, floating in their blood. “Can someone find me the bottle that belong to these bottles?”. Two men promptly follow my order and start scanning the place. I walk to the security room, where all the recordings from the train station’s cameras are kept. The security officer takes the specific tape depicting the crime, and shoves it into an old television set. I watch carefully, as it is hard to see what I need to see, when such a big crowd is moving around like that.

I recognize the murdered woman and man as they run into the picture. Were they a couple? They stand still near the exit for a brief moment, right before the murderer steps into screen and murders the man without hesitation. As the man falls down, the murderer points his gun at the now obviously frightened woman. She reaches into the coat pocket of the fallen man, and carefully takes out a flask. The murderer shoots her right in the chest. He aimed for the heart, that’s for sure. The woman is on her knees, but before she falls to the ground, the last bit of strength that she has is put into smashing the flask on the floor. Then she lays there, in peace. The murderer tries to save a few of the pills, but then he notices the crowd, and escapes through the exit.

I step outside the room. I take a deep breath to recover from what I have just seen. My first task is to start giving orders again. I have three people under me whom I assign different tasks. “He aimed for the heart, so he was probably a former lover. Pat, go ask a friend or a family member of hers, if she had a relationship with a scarred man. Rob, take the sketch of the murderer to the station, and fax it to the other departments. Will, have you found out what the pills were yet?”. He stumbles and I don’t hear his answer at first. He repeats, clearly this time: “We couldn’t find a bottle, but we tested them. They are just sugar pills.” My shocked expression doesn’t surprise anyone. “Goddamn Placebos!? He murders two people for those!?” At that moment, everybody in the room knew, that there was something seriously wrong with this guy.

I have work to do, so my next move is to head towards the exit. I put my best men on the job, so there is nothing left for me here. As I leave, I notice something peculiar. The murdered man has a smile on his face, even after getting shot. How fucked up was his life?