Tacoma Police Department,

5:00 A.M, 15th April,

In the interrogation vault, some cops were standing and the only one was sitting handcuffed on the metal chair. The man was 'Hag' Brymer.

'Hag' Brymer had said nothing since his arrest in Anderson Island from Peplinski's house. In fact, he never was asked any serious questions. He could not believe he was interrogated about for almost a day after midnight and it was not about murders in Anderson Island.

A pile of files lay on the table with words BRYMER, THE HAG.

The door swung open and Mr. Deighan ran inside the room by ignoring CCTV cameras and some other junior cops. He rushed at the chair and jabbed fat Brymer's face, "What the hell made you brave enough to use a cop's name for yourself?"

Deighan had just arrived in Tacoma from Idaho.

Deputy Chief Alford stared down at Brymer.

The final interrogation about Elaine Peplinski had just begun when Brymer confessed he faked as a cop and used Deighan's name.

Brymer alone was responsible for most of children abduction and extortion dealing for over the last decade. For such a long time he had been untouched from the enforcement agencies but now he was under arrest and was caught red handed. The last time he had been under arrest was in Coyote Ridge Corrections Center in Washington.

"Thirty three children out of forty seven children disappeared in last decade were done by you. You killed all of them even you had received ransom amount. And all of the kidnaps had taken place in Washington and Oregon." Alford raged, "I forgot, this count to thirty four –"

"This one doesn’t count on my account, assholes –"

A cop would have punched his nose flat for the last word but Deighan, real one, stopped him and whispered, "Being one short of thirty four wouldn’t change the fact that those thirty three were killed by you. Neither can it cause change in your punishment which is bound to be death sentence. Hag Faggot!"

"This one…I'm not responsible for this disappearance. I haven’t killed her." he shouted like he was in a pub.

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"What – what do you mean? You think we are going to believe in your words?" Deighan roared as he noticed a fake TPD badge still on his shirt. He wondered how he had got his hands on such thing.

"Hansen…damn! I never had thought a skinhead like him could –"

"Wait- wait – wait…who's Hansen now? Is another man also involved in this murder?"

"Screw the murder. I did not do this. It – it began by an ordinary child kidnapping. Bughaloo…I had picked his daughter." Brymer spoke.

"Should we believe him?" Alford asked Deighan.

"But we must listen to him…" Alford explained.

"Some days ago I had kidnapped her," Brymer spoke, "but I didn't make any demand for ransom immediately. Lord has taught me to be patient in the past and I took his orders and under his will - held patience for four days. It was meant for me to be witnessed or not, I don’t have any idea. Even this old shell of an abductor can witness strange thing happen for the third time in his life. The aberrant event is the root which stopped me from making phone call to Bughaloo and talk about ransom."

"I don’t understand what you are calling aberrant event?" Deighan asked.

"That night I had kept her in an empty cell. When I went there to feed her then I found she couldn’t stand anymore due to some reason. She looked as if petrified below waist. I had thought she was pretending and was trying to outsmart me for making things easy for her. But she was a little child with little ruse in their minds. Dumb children," he giggled after remembering a kid, "Next night she was couldn’t move a single muscle of entire body. I was in extreme confusion. I thought I had kidnapped a fragile child and his father would not pay for saving a daughter who was in risk of death. Following night, after it, she couldn’t speak and almost became like a breathing corpse. I never had seen such thing. Never had happened such thing to anyone I had kidnapped in so many years. I presumed she was unhealthy. On the fourth night, I dozed and when woke up then went to the cell to check if she was alive yet or not but she was not there. She was gone from there!"

Cops could not figure out if Brymer was out of his mind or something else.

"I rushed out and saw –"