I caught a glimpse of the Red Mist, just before he closed the door.”
There’s something I didn’t tell the Chief, or any of the reporters. If you hadn’t taken control of the situation, gave the right orders at the right time, more than a dozen could have-” “Matthew… you know everyone could have drowned if it wasn’t for you. “Only because we believed it was the best chance we had at catching him! It was the only reliable intel we’ve had in years! And look at what we ended up with! He slipped away again, and over a dozen people drowned. We knew the risks, but we had to do it still.” He had the sleeping gas rigged to go off throughout the ferry.”
#Jeanne m dams shadows of doubt serial#
What was the point of being able to apprehend the worst serial killer the city had ever seen, when my hands were not clean themselves? The hundreds of hours poured into chasing him down, into studying every single lead which crossed our desks, into stakeouts all across the city… it suddenly seemed all so petty. A cackle escaped from me, which gained steam until the tears were streaming down my cheeks. The Red Mist… I looked down, and realized my fists had curled up at the very mention of the name. We were doing so well, weren’t we? Persevering from one clue to the next, and then we were on the tail of the Red Mist himself! He was on the same damned ferry as us! We were that close to him!” “You’re not my partner right now, OK? This… this isn’t work. I’m just here to listen to you, alright? So why don’t you walk back here, away from the water, and tell me… just tell me what the hell is going through that thick skull of yours?” “Look, I’m not here to… tie you up or anything, even though you’re doing something god-smackingly stupid.
She lowered herself to her knees, then sat on the ground. “But you are… you saved all of them from the ferry, didn’t you? Isn’t that what a hero is?” Jeanne held up her hands, turning them around briefly so that I could see that she was not hiding anything. “Don’t call me a hero! I’m not a hero! I’m not a damned, bloody hero!” The rage boiled up in me, rising with the fury of an uncaged bobcat. “Need to do? Matthew, what the hell are you talking about? Do you know how ridiculous this is? You’re the bloody hero of the day, and you-” “I need to do this, OK? Just… forget you saw me tonight. “Jeanne! For goodness sakes, just… just go away!” My voice, higher and more shrill than I was happy to admit, was on the verge of cracking.
“You didn’t answer your phone, and I was concerned that-” Her voice, her accent, it wrapped itself around me, sapping away the resolve I was struggling so hard to hold onto. The soft glow of moonlight silhouetted her perfectly, but I didn’t need to see to know who it was. My leg hurt something wicked, but it would all be over soon anyway. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, then began the walk towards the waters. My shoes came off next, then my watch, then my service revolver, then the envelope addressed to the department. I had shrugged out from my uniform, which was folded neatly upon the ground. Instead, I had picked a nameless spot upriver, where the lack of barriers meant that one could reach the embankment after a short hike through the underbrush. The Coast Guard even set up a special patrol detail equipped with powerful search lights and automated hooks which could fish the uncooperative out from the freezing waters.įor all those reasons, I did not choose Malters Bridge as my final destination. Alarms were also scattered liberally about, so that assistance could be summoned the moment anyone tipped over the edge. In response, the authorities had strung reinforced nets along the underbelly of the bridge. It overlooked the Malters River, where the rush of its white waters was a siren song which beckoned droves of jumpers. 135 wishlist games found in available bundles.Malters Bridge was one of the most popular suicide spots in the city.
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