Waaah! Waaah!! Waaah!!!
The blast of the siren sound emanating from the police vehicle filled the space. It's been four (4) days on the search of Emilia, she had dressed up for the Thanksgiving Service at the Baptist cathedral earlier in the day like every patriotic citizen. When James, her newly wedded husband waited patiently for her return which was supposed to be after four hours and she was nowhere to be found, something began to trick his mind that all is not well. He had begun to grow impatient with the several calls to her phone, yet she wasn't answering.
James took a walk to Emilia's bride's maid, her best friend, Janette. She too wasn't at home and a call to from James indicated that she hadn't not set her eyes on Emilia after the wedding party. James had to run back to their home.
Quickly, he jumped into his convertible Mercedes Benz car and quickly drove to the Baptist cathedral wondering what heck of a thanksgiving service would have taken the whole day. He was on top speed when the traffic light pointed red, it was too late to apply the breaks. James maneuvered the steering to the light while trying to avoiding to hit a kid on his scooter. His heartbeat was faster than ordinary, thanking Jesus for making him not named a murderer.
He parked at the parking lot and into the church hall he ventured. There was no one in the church. James became so confused. He didn't know what to do next. From his pocket, he picked his phone and dialed Emilia, this time, the phone is switched off.
Then, he put a call across to her office. The office landline rang and requested the caller to drop a voice message. It's Sunday, no one is expected to be at the office.
The next option there is to make an official report to the Boston Police Department.
At the station, the police officer in charge was asking too many questions. He said it's called protocol but to James, it's time-wasting. He wanted an answer. If the police would not give it like now, he was done with them. On second thought, he calmed himself and gave all information that was requested.
James, you need to be calm but focused now. It's gonna be just fine.
Detective Redneck said.
Yeah. I'd be just fine. Kindly give me an update if you find anything.
James replied Redneck as he moved out of the police station.
This time, his palm became sweaty as he held the steering wheel. But managed to drive himself home. He headed to the refrigerator to take a bottle of cold beer. As he looked at the body of the fridge, a huge inscription written in red ink hung there.
She is Mine
Find here under the pool
This is weird. Immediately, James called Detective Red and told him what he had seen in his apartment. In no time, the police were blasting at high speed to James' crib.
Before they arrived. James had already dived into the swimming pool and had searched the whole base searching for Emilia. He still could not find anything unusual. Maybe his anxiety blinds him.
Soon, the police arrived. James led them to the refrigerator to see the inscription.
The detectives took camera shots of the inscription and then headed for the pool.
James was asked to flush out the water. He did almost immediately as ordered by Redneck. As the water drains, there was Emilia, tied in foot and hand with a huge paper tape closing her mouth. She is dead.
James collapsed. Redneck went for him as he slumped and quickly dialed the medics & ambulance.
It was a gruesome murder. Had she been involved in any dirty games with some dudes or what? The police were unable to trace her death to any source.
It's been two years and James is still in comma, picking a level of consciousness and returning almost immediately.
What could be more heinous than killing a woman in her prime, getting the aura of marriage and to be killed by an assailant.
Let's all rise against women around the world. Let's support the agenda for the respect for women.
Is this the end of the story or is there a sequel to this?