Mysterious Blood Relatives by Christopher Leonidas

Author:Christopher Leonidas
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-02-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

The time came and went. Octa’s mind had gone from dread to curiosity. He should be dead by now and yet here he was, with two bodies behind him and their blood under his shoes. It had been ten minutes since they were killed and now Octa was getting impatient. What was the shooter waiting for? he thought.

Cautiously, Octa moved forward. The bramble beneath the trees was too thick to make out much of anything and the moonlight wasn’t bright. Octa reached the edge of the road and looked around, his weapon at the ready. The shooter couldn’t have just disappeared into thin air. The shot had to have come from a height and no one could’ve come down from the tree branches without making some sort of noise. Taking a deep breath, Octa dived in, his brain alert.

It was still summer so even the leaves on the ground didn’t make much of a noise as Octa stepped forward. Whoever it was, Octa couldn’t even hear them breathe, and since this wasn’t much of a place that catered to different animals for shelter, Octa heard his fair share of silence. It was of no use, searching around in the darkness. If the shooter had wanted him dead, he would have died by now.

Octa needed to think quickly. Well, I didn’t shoot them. Their bodies can stay. Ballistics won’t match my gun. But my fingerprints on the one I put on the ground could be problematic, he thought.

Stepping back out of the trees, Octa retreated. He had to get away, but he couldn’t leave the bodies here. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind. A few months ago, there had been a case where a murder had been tipped off by a payphone by the side of the road not far from the warehouse, and they hadn’t been able to ID the anonymous tipper, because there was no surveillance on that strip of the road. Bingo!

Taking his car keys out of his pockets, Octa fumbled with the keyhole of the passenger side door, and finally managed to get the door open. Walking to the forest pretty much made him an easy target, but Octa still scrambled in while keeping the trees within sight, and when he was in his seat, he turned on the ignition and sped out of there.

Octa didn’t realize he had been holding his breath the entire time. Breathing out, Octa made his way to the payphone, and after making a tip that there had been some suspicious activity near a certain warehouse, he drove home.

***

Octa got out of the shower, rubbing an old towel against his hair to soak away the moisture. The tip was good. He had gotten a call from Mark, the officer who sat beside him, telling him about how the warehouse had been riddled with bullets from the inside but there were no shell casings, and that there was a lot of blood but no bodies.

Probably cleaned up after I was gone, Octa thought as his mind went back to the shooter.

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