Criminal Minds: K

CM 24 : What Are The Odds

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CM : 24

What are the Odds

Selena

Another murder, or suicide — Its hard to determine — happened again. Matagal-tagal na rin magmula nang maka-resolba kami ng kaso at kasalukuyan kaming nagbubuhay estudyante sa paparating na namang pre-lims. My goodness. Ang hirap. Tapos dumagdag pa ito. Pero wala tayong magagawa. In order to move on we have to face what is in front of us.

Clearly, wala kaming makikita at nakikitang kung anong bagay o kaya kahit sign man lang na pinatay nga ang biktima dahil sa posisyon nito at sa paraan ng paghawak nito ng murder weapon. Mahirap talagang masabi o mai-determine kung suicide nga ba ang nangyari o isang murder case. Ugh! Nakaka-frustrate. Kulang kami sa ebidensya at sa mga impormasyon. Limitado ang lahat ng resources. Ang kailangan nalang namin ay witness. Witness. Witness.

Naputol ako sa aking pag-iisip nang mag-vibrate ang cellphone ko. Agad naman akong lumabas doon at sinagot yung tawag. Realizing that it was the man las time.

"Hello? What do you need now?" Iritadong tanong ko sa kanya ngayon. Althought I don't know who he is and I don't have the rights to be like this to this man — whoever he may be— But to hell with everyone. Sobrang frustrated ako dahil sobrang labo nitong kasong ito.

"Calm your tits there lady. Baka ikaw ang may kailangan sa akin." Banat naman nito sa kabilang linya.

"What do you mean?" Takang tanong ko naman sa kanya clearly having no single clue about what he is talking about.

"When you nod your head yes ~... What I mean is, ikaw ang may kailangan sa akin. I can see that nahihirapan kayong resolbahin ang kasong ito ngayon. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." Pang-uuyam nito na siyang nakapagpainis lalo sa akin.

"Kung mang-uuyam ka rin lang. You should have never called. Edi sana ikaw na lang ang nagresolba nitong kasong ito tutal ikaw naman ang mas nakakaalam. Ang galing mo." And I know I'm being fucking sarcastic but hell hath no fury with a woman pissed as fuck.

"Chillax. I'm here to help you. The demi-god has arrived to help you." Help? I sure need that now. Pero mapapagkatiwalaan ba itong taong ito.

"How can you help me?"

"Interested now are we?"

"Just get to the fucking point." Nauubusang pasensya kong sabi sa kanya habang hawak-hawak ng kaliwang kamay ko ang noo ko.

"Short-tempered woman. Try mong itaas yung sleeves ng suot na jacket nung biktima. And you will see something there. Talasan mo rin ang mga mata mo sa paligid and maybe you will find something that is connected to every clue. And then after you collected every clue, you have your murderer. You know you should thank me because of this right? But anyways, keep safe. I'll be in touch." Sabi nito at pinatay na ang tawag.

'Keep safe, I'll be in touch.' The fuck. I just shrugged with the thought and then inhaled and exhaled deeply and after that I got back inside the library and do as I have instructed. Nandidito pa sa loob ng library halos lahat ng estudyanteng nag-stay dito kanina bago at pagkatapos mangyari ng krimen. If my caller is right then the culprit would still be here. Just watching.

Hindi nagpapalabas ar nagpapapasok ang mga teachers at pati na rin ang ibang officers na siyang tinawagan namin kani-kanina lang.

I knelt down just beside the victims body ay pulled up the sleeves of her jacket. And there I saw a small cut and claw marks in her wrist. Medyo visible pa siya since may kaputian ang biktima. Ganun naman diba, kapag maputi ang isang tao whenever they put pressure in either their arms thighs or elsewhere it will turn red as a reaction of the blood circulation that has been disrupted from flowing.