Chapter four

26 January 1958

I wake up, it's morning and it's time to talk with Tiffany again. I came back to brothel and Tiffany was nowhere to be found. I spoke with some girls about Tiffany, I asked them where she lives and if she has some relatives. I found out that she used to live in Beverly Hills near to the public library, and she have a mother called Jessica. That's what I need to know. I found the house where Tiffany used to live, I knock at the door and her mother opened it.

John: Good morning ma'am, my name It's detective John Green, and I'm here to talk about your daughter.

Jessica: Come in.

Jessica: You want a coffee.

John: No thanks, I'm in rush.

She starts to cry.

John: I'm sorry ma'am I think you never knew what kind of job your daughter practiced.

Jessica: I don't care about that, she's dead now...

I must admit, I did not expect that. I think I know who is responsible for this.

John: How she died, ma'am?

Jessica: She was... She was...decapitated.

I remembered those corpses back from Azusa, they were decapitated as well, I will be taking my leave now. There is nothing I can do here.

John: I'm sorry for your loss ma'am, my condolences.

I will return to my flat now.

27 January 1958

Someone knocks on my door, who can be? I opened the door, it's a man who works here, in this hotel, and he has a note in his hand. He gave it to me, it's from Donna! It says: I have divorced you, get out of my life.

That's not so bad, I mean, she was the only reason I live, she was everything I ever loved

That's not so bad, I mean, she was the only reason I live, she was everything I ever loved. And now she's gone, why, why me? Snap out of it John! Be a men! It's not time to feel sorry! Because, now you have another reason to live, VENGEANCE! Hmm I think it's good enough.

Employee: Sir, I have another note for you.

John: Hand it over!

"Santa Monica, Tongva Park, you better hurry."

John: Who gave it to you?

Employee: I couldn't see his face sir, he had a long coat and a hat.

I have not time to waste, I have to hurry. When I've arrived, I saw a crowd gathered there, this is not a good sign. Wait, what the hell? Bridget? Bob's wife? She's decapitated! Oh Lord! It's happens again. No! It's my fault, only my fault.I'm starting to lose my mind. No...If I had arrived in time... Then I saw Bob

Bob: John!

John: Bob, I'm sorry...

Bob: You did it!

John: Wait, what?

Bob: Look at this note!

Fuck sake!

John: What does it says?

Bob: Read it.

I read the note.

"John Killed your wife."

John: Bob, you have to believe me I didn't kill her, I would never do such a think!

Bob: I don't know... I don't know, right now I don't trust anyone!

John: Clam down, calm down, you're in shock , just calm down buddy.

Bob: You did it John!

John: No Bob! look I got a note too, read it.

Bob: You're lying.

Bob take out his gun, and then he point it to me, Ha! I know Bob he will never pull the trigger, or maybe I was wrong. Bob shot me in my left hand! Bob you son of a bitch! I managed to get out of there. It pains like hell, I must return to my flat, I need to find a first aid kit! This guy it's smarter then I thought, I wonder what it will be his next move? When I returned to my flat I saw a note on my door.

"Do you like grill"?

I prefer rice with fried eggs. His jokes makes my stomach turn. I don't have time for that I must find that first aid kit. There it is. Now I have to remove the bullet. It took five minutes but I did, now I must stich my wound, I guess this is the fun part. I can't explain the agony I've been through, but finally it's over, I stiched my wound. I'm so messed up my life starts to fall apart, my wife left me and now Bob's wife is dead and he think that I killed her. I must play smart if I want to catch this pathetic lunatic. I'm too tired to think I should get some sleep.