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Part 19: The End Of Chase
While I stressfully stare at my laptop screen, I suddenly feel the gentle touch of Clayton's hand on my lap as he focuses his eyes on the road. I smiled at him, trying to ignore the fact that I'm nervous.
Today is the big day. The day we get to arrest the man who killed with no detailed agenda or motive at all. I remember Officer Douglas offering me this case. He told me before that there were no lead suspects back then.
I can say from experience that it's much harder to trace a criminal down if you're clueless of what their truest motive is. The reason why finding the killer took quite a lot of time is because he wasn't killing for revenge or anything obvious.
If it's a revenge act, you can tell it easily. Just trace down the people associated with the suspect and you might find the real motive there. But to kill more than two people for an imaginary cult is a different problem.
I never would've known how to really work properly a
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