Black Butterfly, Where Does the Black Butterfly Go Drink Water - Chapter 3

Black Butterfly, Where does the Black Butterfly Go Drink Water by Beep Beep Beep

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“Ah, I give up, give up. I can’t do it. That bastard, he didn’t even think of saying anything from the beginning.”

“What can we do, that guy said he will only talk to you.”

White shirt with black suit pants. A man who’s tall and handsome laughed at his partner who was pouring coffee in the corner of the prison with a tired face and asked with a worried face.

“By any chance, he didn’t threatened or anything? Like asking a friend outside to take a revenge.”

“Ah? No, he didn’t say anything like that. Ah, I did get a confession.”

“…..What?”

Tim blankly looked at Jude with his green eyes and stupidly asked. Jude was drinking coffee –“Ow, hot!”- blowing very passionately at the coffee and halfheartedly answered.

“He said he likes me. I’m similar to him or something.”

“He….. said that?”

“What, why is your face like that? Did you actually think I would accept his feeling? Come on, Tim. You know I only have you.”

He was rubbing his chin with a serious face but because of his short brown hair partner’s awkwardly acting cute, he ended up laughing. He messed up his dark blonde and said it like he felt sorry.

“Chief said don’t be stupid. He said don’t you know they already sent in many consultants, but he didn’t say a word and just sat there. He screamed you should solve it somehow. I think he feels pressured by the media.”

“He won’t have anything to catch with me though. I don’t think he’ll talk. If they find the bodies, his sentence will get longer. There is no point of talking. I think with the bodies they found in the basement, he can get executed? He won’t feel any urge in this kind of situation.”

“Mm, that’s true, but victims’ families are the problem. That guy just mentioned about people, but we couldn’t find many other bodies.”

“Ah- anyway, this isn’t something I can do. I’m sick of looking at his smiling face now. And do you know what he said to me in the end? He stopped me from going outside and said ‘See you again.’ Aaah, Tim, please tell me this is a dream. Talking useless thing with that guy. I’m sick of it.”

“Still you look fine. I heard professional psychotherapists got mentally shocked by talking with the guy for few hours. They said something like losing weight because of stress. Well, I’m not surprised.”

“At this time what mental shock? I’m already sick of seeing his crime scene. Am I the person who usually stay in the office quietly and read dissertation and attend colloquium? I only know profiling up to like common knowledge. How did I become like this?”

“Hahaha, anyway let’s stop for today. Let’s go out through the back door.”

He laughed –he did hear “Do whatever you can so that Jude that bastard doesn’t complain! Make that lazy bastard not quit this because he got annoyed!” from the Chief, too- Tim tapped Jude’s back and headed to the back door. It was to avoid all the reporters and Alvin’s fans –even if he’s good looking outside, from people actually witnessed the scene couldn’t understand that kind of excitement.- Jude was complaining with a paper cup in his mouth but still followed Tim.

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“……..”

Tim sat on the driver’s seat and glimpsed at his partner with worry. He thought Jude would go to asleep because he’s tired, but he leaned his body and rested his chin on his hand staring into space expressionlessly. It’s been five years since they became partners. He knew it was rare for him to make that kind of a face. Only when he felt displeased –it’s really rare for Jude to get angry or displeased- he made that face. I shouldn’t have sent him in alone with that bastard. He felt guilty. Tim asked him while he was turning the handle.

“Are you okay?”

“………..”

“Jude.”

“Ah, yeah. I’m okay. Just for a second….. something felt weird.”

“Weird? What?”

“At the last moment, he said see you again. Something…. feels weird now I think about it.”

“Why? Isn’t it because he knew you would come again for the next interrogation?”

“No, it’s not that…… Like, is it just my feeling? When he said that, his eyes….. felt different. Mm, it felt more like active than manual?”

He couldn’t understand what he was saying. Tim frowned little bit, and Jude shook his head.

“It’s hard to explain. It doesn’t feel good. It just might be in my head…. Ah, phone.”

He stopped murmuring to himself and took out a loud ringing phone. Weird feeling? He looked at Jude with curiosity. He was able to hear the phone because the phone setting was at the loudest.

[Detective Jude? I’m Michael Bolt. I’m psychotherapist in FBI.]

“Ah, yes. What happened?”

[Can I ask for the data about the interrogation? Because he rejected our psychotherapists, you are the only person I can get the data.]

“If it’s that, I didn’t really get anything for him either. I couldn’t record and didn’t take a note. We just inquisitively talked. You won’t get anything from that.”

[I don’t care. You just have to explain what you guys shared in detail to us.]

“Excuse me. You know I talked to him about four hours today? First I can’t remember everything what we talked about, and I need to work with this guy from now on? So how about you check it after I submit the report?”

[We need to prepare for the later, so the minimum of the data……..]

Tim pitifully smiled at Jude who was halfheartedly talking on the phone with a tone of he really wants to hang up. This kind of request wasn’t once or twice. Of course FBI, normal Psychology Association and even the criminology clubs. Somehow they figured out Jude’s number and constantly called to ask about the conversation with Alvin Johns.

Bzzz. Bzzz. A small vibration sound came out from Tim’s pocket. Can’t do that while driving as a police. He thought about for a second and glimpsed at the caller ID. The number was from the prison they just came out from. He stopped the car nearby and opened the flip.

“Timothy Maxwe….”

[Detective! Are you with Detective Jude who caught Alvin?]

“Yes, I am.”

[Urgent!]

When he heard the man’s desperate voice, all different kind of thought came into his mind. Did Alvin hurt himself? Or smuggled a pen and stabbed a guard? Or just like the scene from the Silence of the Lambs, did he bite off a person’s face? He was thinking about the possibilities and felt an extreme anxiety. No way, no way. Don’t tell me this is worst than those.

“What….happened?”

[Alvin Johns escaped!]

“What!”

“So I’ll make a report and….. What?!”

Even Jude who was stubbornly explaining on the phone scream in surprised. Because of the panic, Tim unknowingly changed his phone to the other hand.

“What are you talking about, how is that possible!”

[We, we’re not sure either! For some reason, nobody knows why, the guard took him out, and Alvin told him he’s going to the restroom and chocked the guard and escaped…. We don’t know how. We, we noticed it a while after….]

These idiots! Tim bit his teeth and barely said, “We’ll be right there” and closed the flip harshly. Jude’s face was just dumbfounded. Tim shook his head to cool down little bit and start the car with a partner who just chuckled. Tim stepped on the gas up to where it’s legal.