Evie Lewis saved herself.
Evie Lewis saved three other people.
Evie Lewis was closer to death than any of the other people who survived.
But she made it.
She was a miracle.
.
"I don't know their nas."
["Did you kill anyone?"]
"No."
["Did you help her?"]
"She forced to to watch her."
["Anything else?"]
"She made eat what she ate." So cold. Her voice was so cold. I could feel how disgusted she was with herself.
Eat what the Elegant Butcher ate.
I sighed.
["What made you take to her diet?"]
"I wanted to live. It was the only way."
I couldn't believe that Reynold's was making these assumptions, but I wouldn't doubt that it was possible that she had sohow been converted. Trauma was a weird thing; it could turn you into the perpetrator of pain, just because you didn't want to be the one feeling the pain all the ti. You wanted to reciprocate.
["Cannibalism"]
That was the first ti I saw her flinch. She had been a block of ice, not wanting to talk to anyone since she woke up. She had even made it hard for the doctors to decide if she was out of risk or not.
With what little strength she had, she had asked them to get her interview over with. She didn't want to be a part of the trial, and everyone attested that there was enough evidence for her to never go and testify in court. There were other victims, as well, who could testify in her place.
"Coercion," she responded.
And she said nothing after that.
.
It had been decades since the Stone Man had committed murders and it was strange for him to suddenly erge out of thin air and commit three cris in a row. The style, no doubt was similar, but the finer details had been altered drastically. I could have chalked it up to the evolution of the thod of madness, but it would be strange for a serial killer to completely change the mode of their killing and beco a different person psychologically. It was very difficult for soone who was subconsciously killing to know the aning behind their style of choice, but for soone who knew how the system and theory worked, it was easy to figure out how to dupe the authorities, yet this stone man wasn't a part of the later. He was a simple man, living a simple life and circumstances had forced him to face his thirst for blood.
We waited for hours as the girl inside sat and stared at the wall like nothing was the matter. She made no fuss as if used to waiting on people and calmly sipped on the bottle of water which had been given to her. Though the night had gone and she had been caught trespassing, the girl made no attempt at fidgeting of blaming soone else for her deeds. Moreover, she was the one who had called Ergency and asked for a forensics team. From the information gained from the other mbers of this pack, none of them really knew much about her apart from her na and that she was a student. They described her as a silent girl who would get a murderous gleam in her eyes ever so often. They said that she had been violent when they found the body, but looking at the serene face of the girl, she didn't look like the type to be adversely affected by situations so easily.
I had sent in the overexcited intern of mine who had been nothing but a trainwreck since he beca a part of my team. He had been the brightest student out of the class of fools who had entered the university and I had thought him competent enough to accept his offer when he said that he wanted to be his ntor. I had thought that the little brain of his would be able to use the bookish knowledge to good use.
Alas, that was not the case.
I looked back towards the interrogation room, in which he had just entered. He seed like he wanted to seem like the an cop who would make you vomit all your secrets, but his nervous ticks were all evident. I could literally see him shaking in his boots.
"We should start with your na," he said after a staring contest with the witness, who had won. She stared at him pointedly and didn't give into the intimidating tone of Jason. I was slightly impressed, but on further thought she had been a fun witness to look at since she entered that room. Her patience knew no bounds.
"Can you please tell your na," he gritted out, losing the battle all too oon. The interrogation hadn't even begun and he had let her see his weakness. I saw sothing flash in her eyes and waited patiently for the show to unravel.
"Evie Marie Lewis." There was sothing very familiar with the na, and in my trade, knowing soone's na was never a good sign. I tried to wrack my mind and find out who she was, but it would have to wait until later
I had snapped out of my reverie by the ti she was reaching into her purse to pull sothing out. I stiffened, waiting for her to produce a nto or sothing of the sort, just to throw off the intern, but instead, she pulled out a sleek looking card which I assud was her identification. Though not asked for it, she had the presence of mind to clear the question about her identity before pursuing the matter further.
"My ID. This proves my identity." Jason looked perplexed by the exchange but pushed through and asked his first question.
"Do you know why you are being questioned?" Rookie move. He was treating the girl like a suspect and not a witness.
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