Chapter 4: The Man with a Mask
Doxin:
Arthur took the knife from Det. Doxin's hands. "Someone must've been bleeding when they held the knife," he said, turning the knife slowly. "Oui fiere, it's probably from that person who held the knife to threaten that boy," Det. Jacques suggested. Arthur took a picture with his phone. He scanned the item, and the computer messaged:
Unknown
"I'm sorry, I can't help you my friend," he said. Doxin nodded. "Bonne journée," Jacques said disappointedly. They left and went into the car, not gaining any good information. "Perhaps we could check the scene again," Jacques said. Doxin nodded slowly.
They arrived at the scene and many people were around the area. Many vans and speakers for the news were here and most certainly, the mayor. "Bien regardez ici, this is very crowded still," Jacques uttered dumbfoundedly. As they moved out their car, paparazzi blinked around them. Many words mixed together to create an uncertain noise. Det. Doxin only managed to hear one question. "Do you know who caused the raid?"
"No, we don't but we'll surely find out," Doxin said. Going through the yellow tape gave Doxin a feeling of respect and glory—which wasn't important in that certain time.
They went to the floor where the window was broken which they never managed to fix up because it was a very important giveaway. Their flashlights lit out since the hotel was still shut down. Suddenly, Jacques felt a cold drop on his hat. Jacques turned around and gasped. The knife, as Owen testified, was stuck onto the wall. "Qu'est-ce que! What is this madness?" he rasped. Doxin faced the flashlight on the knife.
As they sticked it out from the ceiling, they noticed the same phrase in glue words. "What is this language?" Doxin asked. It was most likely very confusing and had no sign of clues. He looked at the wall, and the same thing was printed.
"Srehtaf eht ot Thead," Doxin confusedly repeated to himself. "Wait, look at the first letter of each word."
"Qu'as tu trouvé?" Det. Jacques asked eagerly.
"If you look at the first letters, you see SOET. It is perhaps the Soet Express, which will manage to leave in a quarter past five. This is precisely something that really, in the matter of this case, is very revealing. But why would they leave these clues?"
"Perhaps that's not what they're trying to say, but it occurred—happens sometimes with criminals." He pointed to the first letters. "It's actually SEOT, an organization to hold London together."
"Aha!" Det. Doxin beamed. "Perfect! So that gives us the location where they are, where is the train going?"
"To Rio de Janeiro, then Africa, then the shores of Europe." Doxin understood. "But, 'Soet' still gave a clue. Those people only happened to leave their organization group revealed. But—tried to throw us off, because we wouldn't know they would've been taking the Soet Express."
"Well we better hurry ug bn,n ami à moi, before—"
The phone rang.
Doxin picked up the phone vexedly. "Hello," he hissed violently. Colonel Strong, who meant to call Doxin shouted, "Check the teddy bear." Det. Doxin looked below him disorientedly. The ripped teddy bear Owen talked about.
"Check inside the bear," the colonel strongly gave.
Doxin prodded through the teddy bear.
And as told, dynamite was covered in fluffy stuff from inside the teddy bear. Doxin's eyes widened. When did they put the bomb? He decided to think. If there was only a bomb in there, that means the timer is somewhere. He sent his eyes following a cord which led to the phone. "Jacques! Turn on that phone!" he stormed. Jacques did as he told stiffly. Soon enough it showed red pins on every city, neighborhood of the world, and a timer that says:
48:58
"Oh Seigneur, we have a timer!" Det. Jacques shouted miserably.
Doxin looked over.
"This was just set just now."
He picked up the phone and examined it. "The maximum is 48 hours."
"But why would they go to the highest time limit?" Det. Jacques asked curiously. Doxin shot a stare at Jacques. "It's called creating suspense. Now, you see this was just activated when we came into the room about two minutes ago—a nickel past seven. So, we have to rescue the father, and stop the bombing."
"I'm pretty sure they would go after the boy too," Det. Jacques said miserably. Doxin's eyes widened. "Of course. He's the victim of the crime." There was a dreadful pause during his sentence.
"The staff is being questioned right?" he asked. Det. Jacques shrugged.
"We mustn't waste anymore time now," Det. Doxin spoke. "Yes, monsieur." As they went out of the hotel, the crowd closed in again. "What do you happen to find?" a person asked. "I only happened to find that the whole world was going to be bombed in two days! But it's going to be fine," Doxin said as calmly as he could through all the screaming and questions.
Owen:
Owen retired to his bed in a strange time of half of eight in the morning. The room was silent enough to hear his own heavy breaths. Things have been hard enough for his family including himself. He closed his eyes to find peace in himself, which made a much stranger sound. His stomach bubbled. His head throbbed, and his own hands shook quietly. Fortunately, to disturb his inner pain, there was a knock on the door. Not assured of who's behind the door, he opened it.
"Do you happen to be Owen Davis?" a man with a brown trilby hat and a brown suit asked. He lunged forward. Owen only managed to hold a book and swung it. Hitting the man, he crashed his head vigorously. "So, it is you. You don't happen to know who I am, tolle."
Beneath the mask and sunglasses was not a person to be a familiar face. Owen fled hopelessly. The unknown man grabbed him by the stomach and found Owen onto the floor. Owen crawled back irretrievably and managed to do a small kick. Only a teeter a kick would do. The unknown man which is soon to be the kidnapper raised something to Owen's head. The steam burned as it rested on his head. "Now, you listen here. You tell me where you live and we'll get outta here," the man said with a dark crack in his sinister voice.
Owen got his phone from his pocket and took a picture of the man. The man cried as it was taken. A blow was given to Owen and strips of light red blood flowed down his face. Then, with a force, he was grabbed around the neck tightly.
He coughed and blubbered. Only the words managed to come out "Let me go! I'm not for sale!" And from that point, a messy room of books and blood was stained in the room.
Doxin:
Detective Doxin parked at his own parking space. For the detectives, they have a parking lot of their own to show where people shouldn't park. But in this particular case, it was just to get to Owen's room quicker. Unluckily, as they barged in, all they saw was books all over the place. "Qu'est-ce que!" Det. Jacques shouted horrified. Doxin picked up a book from the soaked floor. But, something was horribly wrong. The scent was much surprising to Doxin.
The smell from the books didn't smell bought. "A-ha!" Det. Doxin exclaimed happily. "Someone did invade this room!"
With an unexpected arrival, Colonel Strong appeared. "What happened—where's the boy?" he asked. "It appears he was kidnapped by someone," Doxin confirmed. The displeased colonel sighed worriedly. Det. Jacques picked up the phone curiously. He did an L on the security phone and it passed through. "How did you know that?" Colonel Strong asked.
"The Davis family don't have big memory brains. L—a classic," the french detective jested. But what was in for them wasn't any classic. "Oh mon dieu!" exclaimed Jacques. What was on the picture was that same man that kidnapped Owen. It wasn't searching for the father no more, but also the son. "Why would they need to kidnap him?" the colonel asked.
"He was obviously a victim of the crime. They wouldn't want anyone to be notified of some plan no one knows about," explained Detective Doxin. "And it has something to do with the money. 'Scam Likely' always happens when they go for my money. Who happens to hold that particular name, is most likely, the ringleader or just someone to follow the plan."
"But you did say that SEOT was the organization."
"That's just a thought. It only happens to be the person who has that name and see if he's in the organization. If it is, we go for it, if not, we find out which kind of group is working with it."
"And how are we gonna figure it out?"
"The Soet Express, if that particular person happens to go to London. For SEOT or, Omelia Davis," Det. Jacques confirmed. "She is—perhaps—the aunt of Owen on his father's side. The family is a rich family, well was a rich family before the wildfire. Omelia only happens to transfer the money from California to Las Vegas—which is why they look like normal people. That makes much more suspense in this crime and is a help to the kidnappers because it won't be obvious it was about the money.
"In this case, we must hurry to the Soet Express and reach London and try to successfully rescue the Davis'. But there is something about this picture though. We have a visual of Scam Likely, which is a brown tan suit, a trilby hat and a type of skin—which is known to be German."
In a rush they left, shoving the colonel out of the way. "Who is this menace?"
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