Chapter 8

Elijah:

“Fucking hell” I said as we caught sight of the man’s body. The street was empty despite the few cars that passed by every few minutes. That explained why the ‘killer’ ended up throwing his body here, and how the cops got the call.

“I must admit, whoever this ‘killer is’ he seems to be a little too creative with his methods” Yaroslav said standing beside me as Anastasia inspected the scene.

The man was dead, placed in a sitting position with his back against the car. Blood came out of his mouth as he was slaughtered, his face was bruised, his eyes swollen, I could already tell that his nose was broken, and the letter Z was carved on his forehead. I could also tell that the man has been taken a long while before today, the cuts that were on his face revealed dried out blood. However, I also believe that he was killed today, but it must have happened early morning judging by the dried out blood on his neck and shirt.

Anastasia pinched the bridge