Siegiel 3

It was just a dream, a dream so realistic so brutal I can't yet recover. Sweat poured over me. Is it possible for my subconscious to create such a strange world?
I get out of bed, I am still rubbing my eyes, which are very sleepy and at the same time I feel the adrenaline pumping inside me.
This dream was so real, I felt everything, the boss was against me and ... that voice ... Or rather bleating.
I go to the kitchen pouring myself a glass of tap water. I am looking for pills to soothe my nerves and the slowly growing headache. I take two ... it usually helped.
I go back to the room, apart from the bed that was dug up by me, everything is as it was. The clock strikes 3 am. He laughs in the spirit of "ghost hour", I think to myself. I lie back on the bed. I think about this dream that was so real, it almost grabs my throat all the time. The more that most of the dreams have always been forgotten, but all the time it sits firmly in my head like a tapeworm that feeds on the remains of my brain.
My bed is facing the window. I look at the city. I can see lanterns that give a faint light to keep safe from being attacked. After the JJ case. Ripper has all changed a lot. I lie and wonder about my fate. I always keep pipes in my drawer. I haven't smoked for several years and I didn't feel like it, but now I feel like a goddamn smoke, feel the smoke in my lungs and wipe it out of my head. Despite wanting to do so, he holds back. I got a promotion after a famous case. For many years my life had been quiet. I found someone where I caught someone. Simple matters for a detective, but today he feels ruined after this dream. I look at the ceiling. I count the lines caused by the brush being pressed too hard on the ceiling. All this rubbish about some belief in a devil called Siegiel never appealed to me. The whole farm back then were foul months, but caused by two mentally ill siblings not by a mad devil, but by a brother and sister who believed too much in fairy tales. I am lying and thinking. I've had peace of mind with this case for 7 years, until today. You can see my brain decided to give me sick visions.
I lie down, the clock slowly moves the hands, but I myself am refreshed. I would like to do something, but prefer to lie down.
I look at the phone.
Two missed calls one from 555-312-642
I do not know this number, I am thinking or calling back, rationally speaking, the person who called is probably asleep, and if not, it is not the time to call back.
The second number only made one call about an hour ago, 555-432-312
I looked at my cell phone for a moment and came to the conclusion that if it was urgent they would call again. It wasn't long before the phone was ringing and the number 555-433-312 was heard
Without sniffing, I picked up and didn't feel like going to sleep anyway

• who's talking?
• Is that Detective Delaroshe?
• Yes
• I need you very much
• He works for the police, I'm not a freelancer
• Please help me, I heard a lot about you when you captured JJ. Ripper
• I did it
• You're good at this. You have to help me, ma. An important matter. It concerns my family.
• What do you mean?
• Someone kidnapped my granddaughter.
• Did you report it to the police?
• Yes, she has been gone for the 5th day. I know you can help me.
• Did you call from two different numbers?
• This is my company Komorka and private one
• What did the police say?
• They're trying to find her
• Where are you calling from and where was your granddaughter seen?
• Please come to me, I will tell you everything, of course, for finding your granddaughter, it will be high gauze
• I would have to take leave from the police
• Please help me
• Please give me the address. If everything goes well, I'll be with you soon
• 126 Elm St New Albany, IN 47150
• It's like this horror movie
• Just like in horror and we also have fog like in this game.
• Ok

Disconnects. I look at the ceiling again. Some tricky matter for the detective, if I mention it at work, they might fire me. I am thinking about whether it is worth going to this old man, taking risks, or maybe just looking at the files at work, maybe someone is already looking for her.

4 o'clock was just striking on the clock. I still can't sleep a wink. I am lying like a corpse in the dissecting room. In the police, I will take a week off, they will certainly agree because I rarely go on sick leave and I will start my strange journey to see the old man. I don't even know his name. It was a strange phone call. I get out of bed and go to make myself a cup of coffee. Coffee often put me to sleep, I believe that this time it will also put me to sleep for an hour.
She sprinkles three teaspoons into her mug and says "fuck This word", hoping it will put me down. It remains to wait for the water to boil. My kitchen was small. For many, too small, however, one chair and a table that led to the window was always enough for me. I sat down and looked out the window. A couple was just coming home from the party feeling amused and drunk. For about 30 years, she holds her arm very drunk and, laughing, shows something. I left them alone and looked to the right. The illuminated bridge set off for a stroll, but no one walked on it. Apparently, the couple decided to go the other way, perhaps safer, seeing what condition they were in and the bridge is made of wood. I started to think about what I would do in a few hours. Should I call this number or give it a rest? Should you go or leave it all? I had so many questions. Suddenly, the whistle of boiling water brought me back to reality.
I walked over, flooded it, and went back to the table. It was 4:30. This is not a good time to function in society. I took a sip of my hot coffee. It burned my tongue my palate and my esophagus, my stomach felt warm. It was perfect strong and sugar free. Some people are stimulated by such a dose of caffeine and put me to sleep. A few deep sips and I emptied my cup. I felt sleepy at last. I went back to bed and lay down. Once again the thoughts were felt, but in the end the dream won. This time I don't remember any dreams. The phone woke me up and the mysterious man rang again.

• Good morning, Mr. Delaroshe, about whom would you be able to come and talk about the disappearance?
• What time is it? And maybe you could switch to somehow address you?
• My name is John Williams and it's 11 o'clock
  Sleepy, I looked at my watch, the old man was right, it just struck 11 and I felt as if I hadn't slept for two weeks.
• I have to call my boss to give me a vacation
• Of course, please call me on the number shown to you when you are ready.
  He hung up. I rubbed my forehead with my hand trying to wake up my brain, eyes and body.
  The thought of earning a little money is always good, and recently I have developed a great deal of finding people or corpses. However, without the police it will be hard to figure it out on your own. I take the phone, dial my boss's number. I pray silently that he'll pick it up the first time because I hate waiting. He picks up after the 6th ring.
• What's up, Frank? What's happening? What time will you be at your post?
• Boss, I'm sick, I have to take a week off, I feel that something is breaking me down and it's not usually exhausting.
• Ok, let's take a week, I don't know. Eat to Vegas, play with the girls, relax. He will write you a vacation
• Okay, thanks, boss
  I got disconnected. I look at the hands of the watch, which live their own life, moving slightly forward, and showing me mortal 11:10.
  I'm calling the old man
• It's wonderful that you are strange Mr. Delaroshe.
• Once again, give me the address, I'll be gathered in a moment and go to you.
• Of course please come to 126 Elm St New Albany, IN 47150. I'll be waiting for you already.
• Well.

He hangs up again, as if he is letting me know that he is in charge even though he wants my help.
I'm dressing up. I put my coat on. Recently, I have often worn it because the weather was treacherous due to the sudden rainfall. I left home. I closed the door, even though my neighborhood is relatively safe, I never trust to leave the door open, I think this ailment is left by my parents. I get into the Nissan for 2017, it is doing quite well. I punch the address on the GPS and I am already cursing myself, it turns out that it is a long way, but curiosity wins out of all, anyway, I need a mini "vacation" anyway, I do not take any things because I do not intend to spend the night there. I'm just going to see what's going on and how I can help.
Nissan 2017 lightly coughing fired up, I went into the unknown.

• Good morning
• Good morning Steve, what brings you to our store?
• I need a large pelvis, you know I need a project.
  I look at the cashier. A 60-year-old woman with ugly face is walking with her fat body to the bunk pelvis. He doesn't even realize why I need her. I smile at her even though I would like to see my knife inside her.
  He brings the pelvis is really big and that's what I meant.
• a great pelvis will be just right for plaster, you know, I make sculptures.
• Sculptures? you steve
• It's been like that for some time, maybe you would like to see?
• Willingly, and what are they changing?
• Still life.
• Great
• When I'm finished I will let you know and come see you.

You'll see, you'll see soon. I take the pelvis. The chicken is really roomy. I throw it in the back of the car and drive a few blocks and throw out the pelvis.
I'm coming back home. Glad to see a new specimen soon.
I go down to the basement. Darkness is everywhere. Despite this, I easily grab the switch and brighten up my studios.
I can hear the subject screaming and crying, but it will soon become eternal
I'm going to the kitchen. I turn on the igniter and put in a large pot to boil the water. I look out my window as I see Katie's grandfather come back. It was fun, but there is no need to think about the pleasures of the job. The water is slowly boiling. He licks his lips. Since I was a child, I liked to calculate my lips and I still felt dry. I take a pot of hot water and go safely downstairs to the basement. Subject screams and begs to be released. I pour boiling water over the object and watch as the skin begins to slowly peel off the body, writing it down in a notebook.
Subject passed out. It's not easy to create the perfect work of art. For several years I have been trying to create something that will even show my interior, but there is always something missing. but this time I am close. Close to creating something so beautiful that everyone will start to congratulate me.
The figure on the ground moved sluggishly, screaming all the time.
The perfect pose that is life and death.
I leave the figure and go back to the top, I feel that it will soon be possible to finally combine everything into one. Years of failure and now I'm so close. I look out the window again, and I see some visitor coming to see John. I am starting to worry a bit because the police have already left the case for 5 days, so I hope that it will not disturb my great work now.
I imagine myself standing over them like a King who rules over them, showing them my work.

• It's great that you are here. Probably the journey was tiring. Follow me, please . I just came to visit my granddaughter when I found out that someone kidnapped her and for 5 days nothing has changed and only you can help me
• It took me a while to see you, I passed a few traffic jams on the way, and a bit of police intervention, but somehow I managed to get to you.
  The old man took me to the living room, which was small but spacious, with no splendor, as was the whole house. Apparently, the granddaughter preferred to invest her savings or got this house.
  I sat down. The couch was new I could still smell the freshness.
  The old man went to drink and I was analyzing the house. Stairs led up to the left.
  And on the right is the kitchen where tea was just being prepared for me (I prefer to drink tea during the day to stay awake)

6 days earlier
I have to call my granddaughter, I don't like visiting and I don't like calling her, since her parents died I had to look after her, and it was a hard task. I entered my house. I finally feel normal here, about a year ago I managed to win a big case so I can afford a little luxuries. When I go to get a drink, I hold my phone the whole time, sniffing a little, but it's been over a year since I haven't heard or seen my Katie. I pick up the phone and dial the number

• Hi Katie, I'm getting to see you in two days

• Hi grandpa, I am very happy that you will come for my birthday, I haven't seen you for a long time. When I left for varsity we lost touch and then I went back to our old house on Elm Street

• Well, I haven't seen you a lot of time. You've probably finished school by now and you've got some good job

• Yes, grandpa, everything is fine, once again I'm glad that you will come.
  Damn what i just said on the phone i'm over 60 and now i have two days to drive to Katie, i could have thought before i said yes, too late. I finish my drink and make a little lap in the pool and start packing. For 60 years, I'm holding a pretty good amount of facial hair and few wrinkles. Just as I was about to leave, I heard a call from Katie

• What's up Katie?
  Silence, there were only some sounds in the distance and noises, a few more times I try to receive some information and then I hung up
  I think she probably pressed it accidentally.
  I get in the car and set off on a journey.

• Mr. Delaroshe, how glad I am that you are here, only you can help find my little Katie

• What do you remember?

• Hmm, the last thing I remember was the conversation with Katie and how she was happy to come, I even bought her a birthday present, but when I arrived, she was gone. I called her phone a dozen times and it was turned off. I reported to the police, of course, they said they would take care of it, but you know every second counts and you are one of the best. I have money and I can pay handsomely for it. I also remember that on the day I was supposed to leave I got a strange phone call from Katie when I picked up there was only noise, as if she accidentally pressed the phone.

• I wonder if the police searched Katie's house?

• You know, kind of, but if you don't smear the local police, they'll ignore it in no time
  "Hmm, could I see Katie's room?"

• Sure. I'll take you.
  I drank my tea and we headed up the stairs. The stairs were nicely finished, wooden, it was evident that there was a recent renovation here. There were various views on the wall. When we went upstairs to the left there was a bathroom that stood open, I glanced over, there was a small but cozy mirror on the stanzas behind the left side of the bathtub. John led me to Katie's room.
  At first glance, the room seemed normal, a desk on it, a few photos, one of John on another, framed in the morning, some young boy, by the window right next to the bed, and on the right side a wardrobe that was sliding with a mirror in the front. On the ground a soft carpet on which you would like to walk barefoot. You could say a typical girl's room.
  I go to the framed photo and ask

• Do you know who the boy in the picture is?

• Yeah, it's Steve, he lives two houses away. I remember that they often talked to each other, even I think the ex-couple from what Katie told me was some love from the old school or something

• The police questioned this Steve?

• Yes, apparently they have not been together for a year and has nothing to do with her

• Still wants to question him.

• Of course, you will come out and on the right, you will see a small house with a red tile and a yellow door that is where Steve Hennson lives

• Can I take a look around here for a moment?

• Of course
  John left the room and I started going through everything, looking for something I could use in the investigation. There was a bag hidden behind the bed with a laptop inside. I turned it on. I needed the password hmm, I entered Katie96 and to my surprise it was successful. I thought that young people hide their identity more and more funny from others.
  Before my eyes appeared a desktop with a photo of cats on the left side of the work folder. I saw nothing of the essence. On the right, a photo folder. They were shaken literally, this woman loved her camera because here is probably every possible except for the photo. However, what caught my attention was the burn on her neck and hands. Apparently, she must have had an accident, but she did not care about it, and even showed it in all the photos. After zooming in on some photos, I could see that it was a rather old burn, so it probably went through a series of operations, etc. and some friends in the bar but a few tables away Steve may be just a coincidence, but he saw her quite recently.
  I'll have to talk to him.
  I looked at the wardrobe, I found nothing interesting except an acoustic guitar, you can see she played herself from time to time.
  I left the room and headed downstairs. John was sitting on the couch waiting for me.

• Do you have anything?

• Yes, we'll see if it's a good one, and now forgive me because I'm going to see Steve

Diary

I look out the window if anyone is able to appreciate my masterpiece at all, I think it is highly doubtful. I remember once, when I was playing with Katie, I accidentally poured boiling water on me, seeing her scream, I saw in her the beauty of the beauty of the burn. Bubbles that came out after a while. The red skin that was alive and wanted to be seen getting rid of the bland plain. Since then, I feel like I want to do something beautiful. I had a few specimens, but they were always not as perfect as Katie was then. Her skin was slowly changing its volume. Bandages with which my parents tied me and various teenagers. A beauty that was unfortunately hidden. Still, I held myself back from bringing Katie into this state, this euphoric state in my head. How a 14-year-old can see such a gorgeous female beauty. Now, despite the passage of years, I set myself a goal to create the perfect beauty. I have read a large number of books from medieval times and as it turns out, the burns were worshiped.
The object located in the basement slowly becomes a perfect work of art.
Suddenly I stop typing when I hear a scream from the basement spread all the way to the room where I was just trying to describe my masterpiece.
The water in the kitchen has just boiled, so I take the kettle and go to the basement

• what are you screaming look, I have medicine.

• Please, not only not boiling water

• I have to create you

• Please don't do this, please
  I do not listen to such quirks and pour boiling water generously, causing further reddening and bubbles. It is getting closer. The skin on the face begins to peel off more and more. It's so close already.
  The character passed out. I have moments of peace to get back to writing.

• Please, Mr. Delaroshe, find my granddaughter

• I am investigating all the leads, the investigation is standing still at the moment. So please let me think
  I looked at the old man, on the one hand I saw a pleading look, in the other a gleam in his eyes that I always associated with someone bad. It remains to be determined what amount he will pay for helping to find his granddaughter.
  Her thoughts are interrupted by the phone

• excuse me Mr. Delaroshe, this is from the police Hello? Yes of course, I understand I will be there soon.

• They found Katie's wallet to go, got her fingerprints and found her left shoe somewhere near the lake. I very much hope she hasn't been drowned.
  Probably not, everything points to the impression of drowning, but the wallet on the shore and the left shoe only confirm my theory that someone wanted us to find only this clue.
  Jack got into the car and I looked around for a while. I wanted to analyze everything. From this distance, you could see the suspect Steve, perhaps not a suspect but a witness, and able to help who kidnapped Katie.
  As I walk, I see Steve just leaving the house dressed for gardening, he greets his neighbors, he seems to me to be a calm man. The house to the right of Steve, larger with a wooden roof and painted white, came out a dark-skinned guest who was talking to Stevie about something smiling, you can see a pure neighbor conversation.
  I go up to Steve, I see his face a little pimple even though he is young, you can see the wrinkles and the first gray hair on his head. The slightly rounded face on the forehead has glasses that he adjusts from time to time. Apparently he hadn't shaved for several days because the stubble was already visible. He was doing something in the ground. Next to it were leaves that he had already rake in a pile

• Good morning
  Steve got up from the ground, looked at me with his tiny eyes and smiled

• good morning, you are probably from the babptys, I will gladly listen to some new sermon, you can see they changed the messenger of good hope

• Forgive me, I'm not an envoy of the Baptists, but a private detective
  The shrinking on Steve's face turned with joy into curiosity

• Detective?

• This is how I investigate Katie's case

• Well, of course, she disappeared a few days ago, but has nothing to do with it, the police have already questioned me
  "Yes, of course, but I'd like to know something about Katie from your perspective."

• All right, let us sit on the porch. I won't invite you to my house because I just cleaned the floors and they need to dry, so please follow me
  I followed Steve, his composure was weird, but he worried about Katie missing after all, she is still on my list of suspects. We sat on the porch with two rocking chairs and next to them a small portable fridge

• Would you like a drink?

• No thanks
  Steve got a beer from the mini fridge and took a sip

• what would you like to see?

• Who was Katie?

• There was the most beautiful girl I knew, once there was a small accident with boiling water, I accidentally spilled it and she had scars since then, so far it is hard for me to spend, but we were still children then. She studied well a little coke

• Coke?

• Well, despite the fact that she pretended to be Christmas, she liked to lubricate her gums

• Did she know any dealers?

• One for sure fat Mike

• Besides drugs, what else was she doing?

• I do not know, she was meeting with friends, you are asking strange questions

• Please forgive me, I would like to find out as much as possible to find her, where did she choose with her friends?

• In the Gold Rose club it is about 10 minutes away from my feet, and by car even faster, fat Mike often prosper there too
  Suddenly I heard something like it had fallen in the basement

• forgive me, my damn cat threw down the jar of cucumbers again

• Do you have a cat?

• That's how the stray I called him can hahaha likes to sit in the basement often

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June 12, 1988
It is today, today is that day, that day. I drive calmly, I have to be careful, I have duct tape and a rope in my bag, I must succeed.
It stops in my black van in front of school, another quarter of an hour. I think about the plan again, it seems perfect, but you always have to be careful, especially when it comes to school.
He comes out. Today he turns 16. I can see him smiling at his friends from a distance. She is getting closer, she is getting closer, her silhouette is more and more clear. I fix my glasses and bangs. He comes to me.
- Hello, Mr. John

• Hello Megan, dad told me to pick you up, although today is your hmm 16 birthday, so she's almost grown up.
• I know, I know, I said it so many times to my dad to buy me a car
• Today, your dad can't come, he had to go on business.
• I see, you will take me home, okay?
• Get in
  She said goodbye to her friend, waved to them and got into my car. I was slowly analyzing the plan again in my head. 18 o'clock on the watch was chiming, it's an hour and a half to get home, I have to act fast and prudently so that no one will catch me
• What do you think about? I asked if we would come up at all
• Of course, Megan we will go to Mac for the birthday happy meal
• No, don't exaggerate, I'm not a child anymore
• I know

The red light pulled me out of my mind for a moment and that was the right moment. I had chlorophyll in my pocket. Megan was for a moment interested in people who started getting into a fight on the sidewalk
I soaked a cloth that I also had prepared
"See what's going on there, why do you need this cloth?"

• Now, take it easy.
  I put the cloth on and despite muffled screams, I managed to sleep. The light changed from red to green and I started walking. I set off on the way, however, not to Megan's house, but to "heaven" Heaven is the perfect place for Megan, she cannot be here among those horrible people.
  I'm driving at the 46mph counter, that's pretty normal speed. However, nothing lasts forever in the distance, I can see the patrol driving. I am already thinking that it may be after me because I have an unconscious teenager in the car and I am 30 years old, but they moved on without paying attention to me. I first turn right, then left, then a kilometer straight and once left. We are there. I built this place for 4 years but it was worth it.

The police station looked like a neglected blue little building. I left the car. I got a call from Lieutenant Kristoferr that he wants to talk to me, I will answer every question for him as long as he can find my granddaughter. A sliding door swung open in front of my face, revealing to my left a desk behind which a young sergeant sat

• hello to Lieutenant Kristoffer
• Please go straight then turn left and take the second door
• Thank you
  I moved on, the station, despite the fact that from the outside it seemed small, inside it was large, on the left and right there was a pile of doors that probably led to various offices and interrogation rooms. I turned left. The sun was reflecting the light in the windows making the whole way bright, I narrowed my eyes looked at the other door and walked in.
• Mr. John?
• Do you know anything about my granddaughter's disappearance?
• We found a shoe and a wallet, our technicians found one trace on it, probably your granddaughter. We're looking for Katie.
• No, I want you to look for her only to find her.
• Please, sit down and I want to question you, because we want to rule out everything and find her safe and sound
• Okay, please ask
• Where were you the day Katie disappeared?
• I was on her way for her birthday, I told the investigators I called
• I understand what you found while you were there?
• I found the door open, which worried me a bit, but I thought that she pretended to be somewhere near here, and I did not immediately notify the police.
• And when did you do that?
• When the day went by I called, but the open door and the absence of Katie upset me terribly
• Why do you think she was kidnapped?
• Because open door no one in this country comes out and unconfirmed door, secondly I got a strange phone call from Katie and since then I have not been able to reach her
• Yes, I know the noise and rustles, hmm, and do you remember something more?
• No
• So maybe she ran away, she wanted to put her life back together
• Shit right, she was glad to come to her birthday and she would run away from it? Leaving your car?
• I understand. What is your contact with your granddaughter?
• I used to be good, recently very average, you know, I live in a different state, she in a different state, so from time to time only a phone call, but not too bad
• I understand. I have your file here, do you remember what it was about?
• It has nothing to do with this case, I left my old life 30 years ago, now I live anew.
• I do not suggest anything, but you have a past.
• Which has nothing to do with the disappearance
• He has a lot, and even though I'm young, I read the files and asked my friends, you had an interesting story.
• I emphasize it was a long time ago
• Maybe yes maybe no. Let me ask you again what you know about your granddaughter Katie
• All I know is that she was abducted
• Do you know by whom?
• And where from?
• I understand. We have no evidence of you
• Listen? Are you suggesting something?
• Not yet.

Heaven exists, at least here I can feel safe, far away from all these people. I seem to be leading a normal life, I have a wife and one son, but they are unable to understand what I have created here.
I left the car. Megan was asleep, well, it is even a good thing because she won't have to tear herself out when her mouth and hands and feet are enchanted with duct tape. Heaven is hidden to everyone under the guise of an ordinary house, its uniqueness is hidden in the basement. I looked at Megan and started to peel off pieces of tape by first sealing her mouth, then pulling her out of the car, legs and hands
There are no people in this place at this hour so I left it on the concrete and went myself to prepare heaven for her reception. The house looks like a furnished kitchen in the style of the 50s, a small hall and one room which is also a living room and in the back there was an old TV set. From the outside it looked like a typical house inhabited by a less wealthy person. Appearances to hide my plan. The basement was on the kitchen side. The entrance was always locked. I opened it and lit it as I went downstairs. The basement looked just like a few rubbish and some tools, but turning left there was a hidden hatch that was locked. Oxygen was supplied by a small tube from the outside, not shedding.
There were three steps down to heaven. A little light lit up the extra white room. I came back for Megan and took her to the room that had been placed there. Then I started waking her up. I pulled the tape from her mouth

• Megan, Megan wake up
  Megan moved her eyes to show that her senses were back to normal, that's fine
• Megan, Megan wake up
• Where am I?
• You're in Heaven
  Terrified, she writhed and screamed, but I saw that the beginnings are difficult and I slowly started explaining to her
  "Megan, you're in Heaven, aren't you happy?"
• Let me out of here
• I can't, I had to bring you here, I built this place so you could feel the sky
• For what? Why I ?
• For what? You will know in the right time. Why you And why not ?
• Why are you doing this to me? My dad will pay
• It's not about the money and it's not about your dad, it's just you're part of the plan
• What?
• I want you to feel Heaven
• You're crazy
• No, I'm not crazy, I know what I'm doing.
• No, please let me out of this place. This place is terribly small.
• It can't be bigger, I tried to keep the comfort relatively minimal so that you could feel Heaven
• You're crazy
• You are repeating yourself, my dear
• He will find you and put you behind bars
• Hmm, maybe yes, maybe not
• Please let me go, I won't say you kidnapped me, I beg you
• If I do this, 4 years of preparation will be wasted, I can't not now. In a moment I will heart the light and close the door
• Please don't, I'll do anything
• No no no. Please tell me about any suggestions. There are no such arrangements.
  I left and closed the door. The room was small enough that nothing but Megan would fit in Heaven. When I closed, all I heard was a pleading, resonant whine. The first day has just begun.

What do you think? would it make sense to spend it someday? like it? Of course, it's still a bit missing :) How do you think the detective's fate will turn out and will he find Katie?