He swayed in the bitter cold room. A breeze snuck it's way through an open window. The stench of decomposition violated my nose whenever the wind stopped blowing. Darkness enveloped the figure in the air. The only light was that of the moon; it shone through a window and lit up the carpet right below him. The moonlight contrasted that of the day but somehow give a similar vibe. Dead skin cells floating in the air were highlighted by the light of the moon.

The flowers under his corpse, purple and yellow covered with drops of blood. They swam in a little pool of the vermillion liquid. His feet, deep crimson and purple with the coagulated settled blood.

My eyes travel up.

His heart hung out of his chest.

Subcutaneous tissue spewed out of his severed heart. It's pieces swayed the opposite way as the body. The arteries where chopped off. Those hose like appendages were covered with dark crimson. They come out of the body like a ghoulish, lurid display of art. The colour of the heart muscles was fading into grey. Blood dripped down on the flowers as if each drop can control its own time and space. The flowers where covered in his blood like droplets of dew.

There wasn't much blood so it seems the heart was carved out after he passed away but that didn't make the scene less gruesome.

Again, the same scene as in my book.

The keyboard wire was tight around his neck. Somehow that thin wire was able to handle the weight of his body. There was no chair or any stepping tool.

A murder.

I mean it has to be if his heart is on display like this.

He was hanged. Then his heart was pulled out.

When the scene registered in my mind I felt my stomach turn violently. I tried to suppress my gag reflex but it was to no avail. My dinner decorated the carpet in a mix of my stomach juices. I wipe my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt. This mess is going to take forever to clean. Other than the fact that their is a horribly mutilated body hanging from the ceiling I can't believe I had to make things worse like this.

"Cameron call the police! You, please leave the room." Leon ordered as he observed the scene in front of him with utter horror. There was not much blood but the eerie ambience of the room causes chills to travel up the spine of any witness.

Leon locked the room so as to preserve the crime scene and joined us downstairs in the lobby as we waited for the police or arrive.

The forensic team arrived first and Leon allowed them upstairs but there was still no sign of the lead detective showing up anytime soon.

Out of the five forensic workers that came in with white hazmat suits two just come down with their bags full of evidence and the left for their labs.

Cain walks in and comes straight up to me. "Where were you between ten pm and twelve am?" he questioned almost getting into my face.

"Me?"

"Then is it me? You're the suspect here just answer the question."

"I reached home at about six pm then I slept. At one am Leon called me and we went to check on him." I recounted exactly what happened but what's the point? It's not like he's going to believe me even if theirs CCTV evidence as proof.

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"Why would you check on him at one am? Can't you wait till tomorrow?" His blank eyes stared me down like an arrow. Frankly o think he can convince anyone that they commit a crime and they'd believe him even if they're completely innocent. For some reason I'm not all that scared of him here but I'd got to admit that I was about to soil myself last time in the interrogation room. Maybe my calm demeanour tricked him into thinking I'm not scared.

"Wait a second here. My husband used to be a detective and I know you're doing something really suspicious here. You haven't even seen the corpse and it hasn't even been taken to the morgue how do you already know the time span in which it could have occurred." The lady from yesterday butted in to call him out. She maybe biased because I helped her out but she's telling the truth.

"Oh and who might you be, old lady?" Cain snuck a look at his notes pad. "Ms. Keanu, Well nowadays there's something called a cellphone. Have you heard of it?" he said sarcastically as he drew the outline of one in the air, goading everyone with his rude and disrespectful remark. His expression turned blank. "I called the forensic team and based on the amount of rigour mortis this is the time span. Of course after the autopsy well have more accurate information but for now we'll have to work with what we have."

"It was my suggestion. I kept calling the victim's phone but he wouldn't pick up. I had a bad feeling about it so I called Cameron so we could go check up on him." Leon joins in and explained the situation to Cain but of course he's not going to listen to anything that may suggest I'm innocent. He keeps going overboard and it seems like no one can control or is even willing to try to control him.

"Im asking you. So you don't have an alibi?" He sneered. "You're in trouble." He intoned and crossed his arms.

Ms.Keanu butted in to vouch for me, "No it can't be that man. He would never do such a thing." She asserted.

Cain eyes her with one raised brow. "Do you know him?"

She nods. "Yesterday he helped me and put himself in danger. Such a man could never take someone's life."

"So you're covering for him?" He jeered. His classic rude face, eyebrows raised, mocking eyes and a contorted face as a whole. His face is so punchable.

She eyed him. It was quite for a moment. It seemed like the most intense stare down battle occurred between occurred between Cain and the lady. "You can check the CCTV I don't care but I'm warning you. You got the wrong person for sure." She shrugs.

"The wires of the CCTV cameras have all been cut." Cain states dryly as he flipped through his notes. He knew it was going to happen so it was no surprise.

She couldn't help smile a little and I doubt she even realizes she's smiling like that. For some reason that's upsetting me cause it makes it seem like she thinks I'm the actual guy and wants to cover up for me regardless. "Then you don't have any evidence to prove that young man did it?"

Cain narrows his eyes at the lady yet again, "Then do you have evidence that proves he didn't do it?" He asked.

Ms.Keanu rolls her eyes and took a seat on the sofa in the lobby. "Stop harassing him. I'll sue you if I hear that you keep bothering him." She threatened. I felt a little happy that she stood up for me.

"You don't even know him." He mumbled as he rubbed his crinkled forehead.

"Well I do now. He's like my son." She smiles at me. Her crow feet where much deeper than I thought.

"Ms. Keanu you don't have to do this for me." I chuckled nervously. Grief is making her see her son in me so she wants to strand up to him for me but I don't need her help.

Cain shook his head, his eyes gave Ms. Keanu is a pitiful look. "Poor lady fell for his act. You know psychopaths are extremely charismatic. Luckily, I'm immune to such emotional traps and charms. I'm done questioning you for today. Please give me your contact information in case we need to ask you some follow up questions."

Cain started walking away then he motioned for Rain to follow. "Rain. I need you to get me a warrant to search his house. He's bound to be hiding something there. I'd force my way in if that was legal." She nodded then they left together in a car.

The last thing I remember from yesterday was Tom trying to punch me. After that I remember nothing. This usually happens when someone tries to beat me up but not always. It's a weird type of isolated amnesia for any event which could be even remotely traumatic. I've had it ever since I could remember. I don't recall how I even got home but I know that I got home at around six.