There's a story I've heard when I was a girl. My grandma told me about it when I heard about the serial killer who's been going around our neighbourhod. I was so scared while going out, even during the day, and waited eagerly for police to catch him. Then my grandma told me a legend about 'The Scarlet Angels' - a group of Heavenly creatures, who deals with the greatest sinners - abusers, rapists, murderers or terrorists - especially those who escape from being punished by human laws. She said that even if people won't be able to catch such a criminal, 'The Scarlet Angels' will get him sooner or later and make him suffer as much as victims did, and such person will be begging to die, regretting the escape from human law's punishment. It was kind of scary, but also very comforting even tough I was a very resonable person and didn't belive in supernatural. After many years I totally forgot about this legend but since I chose to be a detective who chases the worst criminals, I guess I wanted to catch and punish those bad people myself, just like 'The Scarlet Angels'. I also realized recently that since I've never seen any proof of their exsistence so that maybe I thought to myself that we, humans, have to be like those Angels, since they're not real and won't save us. But I have never thought that after so many years I'll be proven wrong...
Anyway, before I'll tell you this story from the beginning till the end, let me introduce myself. My name is Eshter Moore, I'm 29 years old and a Detective Inspector/Investigating Officer in Criminal Investigation Department of the South Wales Police in Cardiff, Wales, United Kingdom. I work at the Cardiff Central police station for almost 6 years now. I have come through a lot of hardships so I could prove to my superiors that I'm fit for a detective, and a good one at that. Now finally, most of them take me seriously and I get more difficult cases because they know that only I can solve them. And even if some people make fun of me secretly, when a serious case appears, everyone suddenly needs my help. Whether they like it or not, they need me. But how did I ended up there, working as a detective?As a little girl I lived in smaller town near Cardiff, very close to the sea, called Penarth. Most of you probably never heard of it, but that's okay, it's really small. I lived only with mother and grandmother, my father died before I was born and mom don't want to say anything about him, aside from the fact he was from Israel and chose a biblical name for me. I wanted to become a detective after in my town a case of serial killer occured. I was scared, thought what would happen if police won't manage to catch the killer, and then my grandmother told me a legend about 'The Scarlet Angels' who punish severe criminals who escape from justice here, on Earth. But since I never belived in supernatural and thought it was just a fairytale, I believed that humans have to become like those Angels - making their best to catch such criminals, not create superheroes to justify why they don't fight for a better world. That's what motivated me to focus on a dream of being a detective, that's why I was one of the best students in Police Academy and finally made my dream come true - despite many hardships, especially being a woman - mostly thanks to my determination I managed to work in Criminal Investigation Department, and even being promoted to the Inspector at a fairly young age. Now I'm one of the best detective's, along with my friend and partner, Leo. We form the so-called 'Amazing Duo'. People describe my beauty as average, but call me very intelligent, independent, honest and direct, also my endurance and strength knocks many colleagues from the police to their knees. Only Leo knows the slightly softer side of my nature, like the fact I'm very empathetic and willing to help, because only him I can fully trust. Overall, to others we seem very close, some gossip about out romance, but for me Leo is only a close friend, almost like the older brother I had always dreamed of, and I'm sure he also only considers me a friend. His full name is Leopold Evans, and he is 33 years old. Leo is very professional in his work, has an excellent memory and is very physically fit. Handsome and intelligent, he has a lot of admirers, but despite his popularity, Leo is not interested in dating, at least that's what he always says. Also, Leo seems to be very cold and serious, but I know he is a nice guy, just a bit introverted. I'm the only woman Leo pays more attention to which is why I'm not suprised that there are so many rumors, most of them probably made by our jealous female colleagues. Another thing - Leo is very skeptical about all supernatural phenomena, has to see something to believe, but also wants to understand and explain everything using logical thinking. All illogical things he considers impossible to exist, so even though Leo is my best friend, I never mentioned 'The Scarlet Angels' to him before. I didn't feel like getting into that kind of discussion with him, and had an impression it could lead to unnecessary conflicts. Admittedly, not very serious ones and which probably wouldn't take long, but I prefer to avoid them anyway. Why add more stress? Our job is stressful enough.My mother is Lauren Moore, 48 years old, she raised me alone with the help of her mother and my grandmother. I'm still a little upset since my mom doesn't want to tell me who my father is and she hasn't even revealed this secret to her own mother. Apart from that, however, she is a loving mother, and I know very well that I'm the apple of her eye. Because of that my mom can be overprotective, but I'm sure it's only out of concern and she always tried not to restrict me too much, especially when I've became an adult. Eloise Moore is my grandmother, she is 70 years old and her family name is Reed. She lives in Penarth all her life, was a housewife taking care of Lauren and her older brother, Ethan, while her husband, Nathaniel Moore, worked, maintaining and repairing rich people's yachts. His workshop was located by the sea, near the Penarth Yacht Club. In 1986, when my mom was 16 and uncle Ethan was 18, their father, and my grandfather, died after being stabbed by an unknown person, after he was coming home from work in the evening. A murderer was never found, but my grandmother claims that 'The Scarltet Angels' visited her in dreams, telling the justice have been made and that person is punished. Until then, she had only heard the legends of these Angels, but had come to believe in them ever since having this dream. And that's why she told me the legend of 'The Scarltet Angels' when I was scared of the serial killer going around our neighbourhod. My uncle, Ethan Moore is 50 years old and a soldier in The Royal Welsh, one of the large infantry regiments of the British Army, so I rarely see him. I've heard from my grandmother and mom that now he is a Lieutenant General. Because of his job, I saw him once a year and that's why I hardly remember him. And now, after moving to Cardiff because of work, I see him even less often. My work schedule is almost always fully packed and I rarely have time to visit my mom and grandma in Penarth, and uncle Ethan often visits them when I can't come, so all I can do is call him, sometimes on video call to see his face. Although I have only few memories with my uncle, each of them is good, so he is definitely not a bad person. Grandma says uncle Ethan is just a male version of my mom, except that he is made to be a soldier. Due to his job, my uncle also has no wife or children. Once, when I asked about it, he told me directly that his job carries a risk of death, so he didn't want to make any more people unhappy - it's enough having a mother, sister and niece.Coming back to my father's case - at first I really wanted to meet him and when I found out that he was dead, I wanted to at least learn something about him. That's why, especially as a teenager, I was very angry with my mother for hiding all information about him. We argued about it all the time, especially after I wanted to ask my grandma about my father and it turned out that she didn't know anything about him either. The only thing I could find out was that my mother met him while on vacation in Egypt, he was from Israel, they spent two weeks together, and when my mother returned home, found out that she was pregnant. I know that during the first years of his life my mother received money from him, and after his death, my father gave all the money he had to me. There was a lot of it, and thanks to my mother's frugality and the fact that she went to work anyway, most of that money was spent on my studies. I was grateful for such a gift, but always wondered why my father never came to see me, at least as long as he was alive. At first it made me angry, because my first thought was that for some reason my father didn't want me, and sent money out of a sense of duty. It was also very likely that he was married and had only a summer affair with my mother. After a while, however, I began to consider that there could be many other reasons. The mere fact that he died almost two years after my birth could indicate that perhaps my father was terminally ill, and that this brief romance with my mother may have been his last love before he died. It would also explain perfectly why my father never came to see me - perhaps he simply couldn't, because his condition had worsened. Of course, it was all my guess, and perhaps I stuck with the second version simply because I just wanted to believe my father was a good man. Besides, he gave me a name, which meant he rather cared about me. And on top of that, it was biblical name, which was certainly important to him as he was from Israel and probably a religious person. Why would he name me if I were just his mistake, made on the spur of the moment? I thought about it for a long time and was more and more sure that the second version was much closer to the truth. Well, now that I've introduced myself more or less, it's time to tell my story. If anyone ever reads it, I'm sure that it will be hard to believe and such person will probably consider it a diary of a crazy woman. And it won't surprise me - I can hardly believe it myself and until now I wonder if it's really not just a product of my sick imagination. However, everything that happened in the last few months seemed so real to me... Could this really just be a sign that I have lost my mind? I'd really rather believe that everything I've lived through is real, from start to finish. Just as I believe my father was a good man.Anyway, here's my story about 'The Scarlet Angels' and the case that might be the last one in my detective career or maybe even the whole life."It all started at the end of 2019, specifically on November 30. It was then that, in a single-family housing estate on the outskirts of Cardiff, a neighbor, concerned that her friend from the neighborhood had missed their appointment, decided to visit her at home. After a long, ineffective knock and call, a woman noticed that the back door was open, so she went inside and found her friend lying in the bedroom on the bed, covered in a pool of blood. Of course, the woman immediately notified the police.The murdered woman was Martha Jones, a slim blonde of medium height, at the age of 25, according to witnesses, she had lived in this district for several months after she graduated with honors and her parents bought her a house as a reward. She worked in downtown Cardiff as a secretary in her father's law office and was generally liked, sometimes only her female colleges, jealous of her beauty, spread rumors about the girl's countless love affairs. At least that's what girl's clos
Of course, the Criminal Investigation Department of the South Wales Police police in Cardiff did it's best to find some kind of starting point. The pressure was especially intense when another victim was found almost a month later, the day before Christmas Eve, on December 23. It was Marie Williams, a 49-year-old woman of medium height, slightly overweight, with chestnut-colored hair. Her body was found in a garbage container placed under the building where her apartment was located, in a narrow passage between buildings. She was wearing a coat, dress, high-heeled shoes, and an expensive purse lied down next to her. Her hands were tied with a thin rope that resembled the one on which to hang laundry. Her wrists were bound so tightly that quite deep wounds were formed on her skin. Otherwise, the injuries were the same as the previous victim's - a slashed face, gouged eyes, bitten off pieces of flesh, and a whole bunch of stabs made with a sharp weapon. As for the rape, yes, there wer
In March 2020, after another lack of breakthroughs in the investigation, the 'Mad Dog' case was transferred to a pair of young detectives from Criminal Investigation Department of the South Wales Police police in Cardiff, Esther Moore and Leopold Evans, who formed the so-called 'Amazing Duo'. Due to their young age and rather short work experience, at least compared to their older colleagues, they did not get the case right away. However, when it turned out that none of the senior detectives was able to move the case forward, the investigation was handed over to them. The Chief had high hopes for Esther and Leo, as he had always been pleased with the results of their work. However, the 'Mad Dog' case was perhaps the most difficult in the time, and he was unsure if they could handle it. But seeing the determination on Esther's face as he spoke to them in his office, the Chief became sure that transferring the case to them was the best idea he currently had.- See? This is our ch
It was September 20, another rather gloomy day, full of work. The evening was slowly approaching and Esther was sitting at her desk looking through the files of the last, so far, victim of 'Mad Dog'. It was a 55-year-old woman, mother of three. Yes, it was revealed that she was cheating on her husband with a man some 20 or so years younger, but that by no means excused the murderer. By what right this man punished women, and in such an inhumane way? He not only raped them, cut their faces, gouged out eyes and bit off pieces of flesh, but also had to stab them with a knife at the end. In many cases, victims died long before the last step, so why the hell did he stab dead bodies? Either he couldn't tell if someone was alive or not, or just didn't care. She sighed heavily, resting elbows on the desk top and hiding face in her hands.- Esther, are you okay?- she heard a familiar voice above her.- Of course not, Leo.- Esther replied sourly, looking up at her partner, who was s
The door was locked and attempts to force it down were also unsuccessful, because the door turned out to be really strong, so one of the policemen had to shoot the lock. They finally entered and headed towards the living room, from where the man's screaming came. Before they got there, however, they heard something like a gust of wind, quite strong one, because it had reached the hall, and they could hear the sound of breaking glass in the windows. And when they finally got to the living room, there were indeed glass everywhere, and the windows were broken. There was a blonde-haired man lying on the floor, and his physique matched the 'Mad Dog' description, but he appeared to be unconscious, so Esther approached him slowly, and Leo followed her like a shadow.- Look for the woman.- he turned to the other policemen, and they immediately scattered around the apartment.When Leo and Esther were next to the unconscious man, she crouched down beside him, still holding the gun i
The 'Mad Dog' case was undoubtedly the most difficult I have dealt with. He brutally raped all his victims, either directly or through some mechanical devices, slashed their faces, gouged eyes, bitten off pieces of flesh, and at the end stabbed countless times. Therefore, on this day, September 20 2020, when we got this call and finally caught him, I felt a great deal of relief and joy. However, what he was talking about then re-confused my mind. The 'Scarlet Angels'... I heard clearly - that's what he called those 'creatures' he saw before we came. My mind responded automatically to that term, so I had to ask him more about it. After all, so far I have not met anyone who has mentioned this legend, and certainly not that had seen it with his own eyes. Knowing the legend and what these Angels do, one would think that as a detective, often detaining very dangerous criminals, I should constantly hear from them about the 'Scarlet Angels'. And yet, it was only at the detention of 'M
When Esther and Leo arrived at the police station, they left the police car in the parking lot and led 'Mad Dog' inside. He was immediately taken to a cell, where he was to wait for the first interrogation, which was to take place on the same day. First, Esther and Leo prepared the documents needed for the interrogation, and handed over to the laboratory the items found on the man - a dagger and a rope. Samples of his DNA and an imprint of teeth were also collected, both before and after his metal jaw was removed, after which it was also included in the evidence. Until the results were obtained, which were to check the similarity to the traces found on the bodies of the dead victims, the detained man was to remain in a cell at the police station. As these tests has been classified as urgent, the results should be delivered in two days at the latest, the next day at the earliest. Before the results came out, however, Leo and Esther were to interrogate the suspect, as so far this stat
The next day, police reached Laurens Vermeulen's place of residence, which he was renting, and made a search. A lot of vibrators were found there, which 'Mad Dog' probably used to rape his older victims. Besides, pieces of ropes and leather belts matched the appearance of those with which the victims were tied were also found. In addition, an album of photographs of the victims taken from different angles and during several stages of torture was discovered, many of them showing alive or half-alive victims. The laptop was connected to a printer, which contained paper ideal for printing photos. It all explained why, in the inner pocket of his jacket, Laurens Vermeulen had a small digital camera, which came out during more thorough search conducted on the police station.Meanwhile, Esther, not mentioning it to anyone, not even Leo, made her way to the would-be victim's apartment where 'Mad Dog' was captured. However, she had no intention of looking for traces related to the killer