Blood soaked flowers
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She knew it was a do or die situation- she had to put together all the clues to reveal his identity now or he will know that she's bluffing.
"Think Mercy think!!", she said to herself closing her eyes.
"So? Who am I? Tell me!", asked the man pointing an axe to her face.
Mercy felt a spark in her mind- she suddenly knew who he was.
"You are not a chef- nor are you french-you're the one who owns Rotunda!!", she replied.
The killer froze. His cover was blown but he was calm.
"Everyday you watch and stalk pretty women who come to dine at your restaurant with their men and you secretly tape their bedroom affairs and blackmail them- asking them for regular favours- you have everything you need- money,luxury,influence but you can't seem to satisfy your lust for women you can't have- I'd say you had some serious heartbreak in your early years and somehow it turned you into this perverted, sick and disgusting animal that you are now….Shall I continue Mr.Phillip Braugher ?", said Mercy triumphantly.
The killer was shocked. He put down his axes on the ground and took of his mask.
"God Damn it! You're smart!", he said sounding quite impressed.
"it just makes me want to ave you even more…Wow…nobody … nobody knew about me… but you…umh! You're one helluva girl…But how did you find out?", he asked squatting down on the floor.
Mercy was getting scared now. He was behaving like a mad man and she had no other defence to protect her from this craziness- all she could do was stall him with her words.
"The flowers- you shouldn't have left them everywhere-", Mercy replied.
"Those stupid flowers led you to me?C'mon you're kidding me!", he said laughing at her.
"Yes, in case you haven't noticed, you sent those flowers wrapped in a bouquet and it's wrapped in a particular style- always in one particular style- You use this style of decoration all over in your hotel on all of your flower designs...", she explained.
"Wait … wait .. hold on… you got this from a style of decoration?", he asked.
"Yes- you had easy access to the flowers from the shop across the street and you wrapped those flowers by yourself like you do in your hotel…a force of habit and you spike those flowers with a strong anaesthetic which you get from one of your client who's a doctor.. so it makes sense now…",she continued.
"Go on…how di I kill your friend?", he said attentively listening to her explanation like a kid.
Mercy immediately got up from her table and went to speak with her. Rudy never liked talking to people in public places and would walk away if someone tried to talk to her. Fortunately Mercy was one of those people for whom she'd make an exception- Mercy had saved her from some bullies back when she was a freshman and she never forgot about her kindness since then.
"Hey there!", greeted Mercy with a smile.
"Oh! Hi…", replied Rudy nervously. She was always nervous.
"Can I sit with you?" , Mercy asked politely.
"Of course… hehe … please…", Rudy replied holding her coffee.
"How long have you been waiting for me?", she asked.
Mercy was impressed already- Rudy had noticed her as soon as she came in and assumed correctly that she was there to meet her.
"Jusr a few minutes- how did you know?", Mercy asked.
"You never come here this early and also you were staring at me this whole time…" , Rudy replied.
"Huh.. I guess that's right…I just wanna ask you about something..", Mercy said.
"Is it related to the girl that got murdered recently?", Rudy asked.
Correct again! Mercy thought that she'd make an amazing detective.
"Yeah..something about that …", Mercy replied.
"Umm.. the dean said there would be mourning ceremony held in the afternoon… what do you wanna know?", Rudy asked.
"You remember about the party held last month… by the chess team?", asked Mercy.
"Oo yeah… wasn't invited but I dropped by anyway… nobody noticed… great party… tasted alcohol for the second time… lot of cute guys…", Rudy went on a rant.
Mercy knew about this. She never said much generally but once she gets comfortable with you - she wouldn't stop talking.
"Yeah.. that party…I wanted to ask - did you happen to notice a tall sort of- french guy- slim built- he might have been a pro chef?" Mercy asked interrupting her.
"Wow.. that's so specific..hmm…wait…I saw a lot of people there- all the regulars- juniors and seniors and classmates…", replied Rudy trying to recall.
"Think…have you seen Amy there? The guy must have been with her…", added Mercy.
"Well.. I did manage to see her once - she was dancing - ah! shouldn't have had that beer- can't remember much…", Rudy replied.
But what is she supposed to do now? The stalker? The secret boyfriend? Are they same person? But why would the boyfriend disappear only to reappear and haunt her? Was she murdered because she faced her stalker?
All these questions made her adrenaline rush. She jumped out of her bed and began to walk up and down her room trying to put the pieces of the mystery together. She looked at her table clock- it was almost 3 in the morning - "the devil's hour"- as they say. Mercy felt like she was possessed by the devil itself- she couldn't sleep anymore. Amy had trusted her as her only reliable friend and here she was thinking that she never thought of as her friend. She felt sorry for her and at th same time - she knew that she had to do something for her- but what could she do?
"Yes! The party! Amy said that she met the guy at some after party- I need to start looking for some names of the people who came to the party….yes… but which party? Probably the one that the boys from the university celebrated after they won the amateur Chess competition…but that would mean that loads of people were invited, it would be like looking for a needle in a bucket of needles! No… I just need to find about a french guy- who's a professional Chef. But what was a french chef doing at a party in our university? He said he was invited? I need to know more about this party….and I think I know exactly whom to ask.",
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