"FBI is coming here." Olliston said to Warner after he was done with the phone conversation, "Such a gruesome children murder this is." He looked at the river full of bodies.

"Every single child in this place is said to have died." Warner said to him.

There was no chance Olliston could ignore wailing of people all around there. Frustrated and grieved, people could sometimes become hard to handle.

"When will they come?" Warner asked when they crossed the crime scene tape and stepped a bit in the river. They could see some other cops and medical workers trying to pull bodies out of there.

"Is anything specific about this river? How can this much of children come here at once?"

"Those who fear the sea swim in here. I hardly see any spot to swim anyway. Maybe this place is a meeting place for kids."

"Have you made the count?" Olliston asked to another cop holding a clipboard.

"Forty-seven in total. The count will shoot up once we visit houses."

It scared both of them. 

"Are you scared, Olliston?" Warner asked.

"Terrified! I am leaving this creepy place. I've never seen so many people die in one place." Olliston's mouth dried.

"Did Dormer die because of something related to this?"

"Dormer was said to have contacted a kid. He had given a child a letter. Now every single toddler is dead!" Olliston felt nasty to see corpses float on resting river.

"I don’t want to see these things. I will vomit. And so will you." Olliston said when he remembered what number Dormer had dialed on phone before his death. 666 – Satanic number. He was finding uncomfortable to be in there because the deaths looked natural and un-natural at the same time. Deaths were natural, but the quantity and timing of deaths were nowhere near being called normal. When both of them reached up, then they found about five ambulances and some police vans arrive. The ambulances' door opened and came out, people carrying stretchers. 

Olliston went inside a police van and left the horrible scene behind him.

The bodies couldn’t be left in there in such a state.

Tarot saw some corpses being loaded in there one by one. He could bear the scene no more, so he found it wise to get out of there. The guilty man headed for his house.

 In a matter of minute they were running out of ambulance. They needed more of them. Those ambulances were about to leave very soon. And everyone was quiet sure the next time they were coming with FBI. 

"Where the fuck are you taking our children?" a parent shouted after watching his son put on a stretcher.

"Corpses. We're taking corpses." A man from mortuary with a sharp tongue spoke.

"Where?" some other people surrounded and asked.

"Wherever FBI tells us to." He answered, "Carry this and put in an ambulance. We still can put more ten –"

"Where are you taking them?" another person snarled out of nowhere.

"Autopsy. Don’t let grief have your temper –"

"Someone had our children. We want them."

"We are very sorry for your grief sir," an old doctor came to there after finding knowing his mortuary staff had messed with locals, "But the children need autopsy."

"All of them?"

"We are told so –"

"They need burial, not autopsy!" he raged at the doctor.

"You will get the body after autopsy –"

"We will get chunks of meat and blood packed in polythene after autopsy!" his voice grew louder, "Do you want me to bury that thing presuming its my son? I will not even know whose piece of meat I am burying."

"We are about to start listing the dead and indexing them to avoid possible mix ups." Paramedic was calmer than ever.