"Saw what?" The officer asked.
"A mysterious man in the cloak who was walking with a rucksack hoisted on his shoulder. I was pretty sure the rucksack did not have the girl in it. Sack was half of her size but since I had kidnapped her, I had spotted the same mysterious man around there frequently. Each time the girl had lost one of her physical ability, I had seen the same man walk with a sack."
"You mean to say that first the man took her walk, next night took voice and after it, life –"
"And fourth night, the body. I don’t know how he entered inside the house under my nose. He can't be a human…"
"Or this all is a lie." a cop broke into laughter.
"The man was taking the sack somewhere. I followed the man and saw him get inside a house. Apparently he vanished in Hansen's house. There was just an empty sack hanging on the chimney like a flag. I was scared of such paranormal event but I could use it on my favor. I could fake being a cop and used Hansen's name as well as address to get the ransom amount. I could get in his house as a cop when he had received money and could retrieve it from him. It was easy for somebody like me."
Looking at everyone's faces, he continued, "I did the same. I called Bughaloo, demanded ransom and then told him to deliver it to Hansen's house. I told him he would find me in there."
"Then what happened?"
"I have no idea. But both Bughloo and his daughter disappeared. Then I went to meet Peplinski. I picked him up to search in Hansen's house for ransom when it was supposed to be delivered. I had no chance of finding it alone so I told Peplinski I was an undercover cop and needed a small cooperation from him. I told him to shut his mouth about all this but I don't think he did. My choice then…." he scoffed, "Chose wrong fucking shit. But he also disappeared the following day."
"Believe me or not," Hansen changed his voice, "but the ransom money is still somewhere with Hansen. I couldn’t find it. The clever maniac had covered everything in a perfect way. He even made me think once that I had done a mistake in whole process. I couldn’t ask for kidnapping directly, so I made up a name – Marcello. I told him Marcello had come with rucksack in his house."
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"And the Bughaloos?"
"How many times I have to tell you? The disappeared. Goddamn it! Or maybe…Hansen killed them."
"I think we have to get Hansen here." Alford reacted.
14th April, 7:00 AM,
Hansen had his bags packed when the phone on table again rung. Since Brymer's arrest it had been ringing almost every hour. It may be the last time I will receive someone's call on this phone.
Hansen put the receiver on his ear but before he could utter a word, a deep voice said, "Hansen…feeling guilty?"
"Who's this?" Hansen snapped, "What's your name?"
"I don’t have any…" as Hansen heard it, he almost hung the call. He would have done it if the caller hadn’t said, "But they call me Marcello. I am Prophet Marcello."
Marcello continued, "I know you can never be able to live peaceful life again. You've most dangerous things with you – regret and anxiety."
"I will repent for this after I am gone…"
"You can't repent on your own. Believe me. You need an assist for this. I can be that man, the preacher."
"I know I can't repent it until I am alive –"
"Yes Hansen, repenting will cost your life. There is no other way you can purify yourself." Prophet Marcello grinned.
"Whatever is the punishment, I am ready for it. I am ready to repent. I know you were the one who had put the child in here and I also know you are a Satan who is calling himself a Prophet. I can run from the law but I can't do so with an anti divine power – you. I have killed innocents in order to cover up a crime I did not even do. I even killed the little Elaine." Then Hansen started to sob.
"Hansen, you go to the work today and come back to house like any other normal day. I'll meet you at ten tonight. Prophet shall help you in your purification from sins…" then the call was hung from Prophet's end.