“This is the woman,” the cop said to Phil, showing him the visibly disturbed thirty-something woman sitting on the back seat of one of the police cars with the door open and her feet on the street. Her arms were closed and she shivered from time to time, which was probably why there was a blanket on her shoulders that made her look like she had just escaped a fire, when the truth was even worse.
Phil walked up to her and crouched in front of the woman. He closed his eyes, though he didn't really need to.
Joan? My name is Phil. Please don't be scared, I'm here to help.
The woman didn't show any kind of reaction.
I know you don't want to think about what happened, but if you do that just one more time you'd be helping us find the person who did this.
No reaction.
Do it for your daughter, Joan. She'll feel safer when we find this... I woke up to some strange movements and noises. My husband moves a lot during sleep, you know, so I didn't think much of it at first... he wakes me up every night. I knew something was wrong when I heard the muffled screaming. When I opened my eyes all I could see was blood. He was already dead. The first thing he did when he saw me looking at him was put his hand over my mouth, just like he did to Will. I didn't have time to scream. He had plastic gloves on... Can you describe him? He was wearing a black and white suit... mostly white. He was very careful not to stain it when he moved. His face... His face was demonic, but... strangely familiar.... His eyes were big and white and he had a dreadful white smile full of pointy teeth... the face was mostly red and blue and... and... It's okay, Joan. You've given me enough. Thank you.
Phil opened his eyes and stood up.
“See? I told you...” the cop said. “She's not talking.”
“She doesn't need to,” Phil replied.
Suddenly something odd in the garden caught his eye. One of the family dogs, tearing apart something made out of painted wood. But it wasn't what the dog was chewing what caught Phil's attention... but what it had in its mouth. Blood.
“Shit...” Phil said when he noticed the trail of blood in the grass that went from near where the dog stood to the street. He carefully followed it, and found it disappeared in the middle of the street. “I wonder what Adem makes of this...”
