They crossed the gate, they made sure they didn't let anyone see them. Manchester proceeded to the other side of the grave they chose, he turned to look at the bones, they had little red ribbons on them. The moment they noticed, he knew this wasn't ordinary. This skeletal system placed in the casket belonged to a victim.
Then she remembered what she saw when she browsed through her laptop. "Hey I remember something from the laptop, I forgot to mention it."
"Can it wait?" He asked.
"No. It's important for this moment. It's a set of videos I saw from the site. I noticed something like blood from the videos and I saw the working class too."
"They had human parts?"
"Maybe."
"How about we talk more about this at the house, not even the car or here."
"Are you sure? Look behind you." He turned to look behind him. He saw a warehouse. An abandoned warehouse with the number written in a rusted iron mode. It was 717. Just like that. He turned back to her.
"Did you see that? That number, the 717?"
"Yes I did and guess what?"
"It's the same warehouse from the video right?"
"Exactly and I think we need to close this right here and focus on that warehouse. What do you think?"
"Well I think you are actually smart now. Let's do that."
They walked into the warehouse after closing the grave.
He pointed the torchlight in the direction of the north. He saw dark stains and hooks all around. He knew this wasn't a regular warehouse, it was also a ground for unexplainable torture and human trafficking. He knew they either killed or they stole. He could smell something familiar.
He walked towards the scent. He opened the door guarding the hidden item. "Right, I knew it."
She walked closer to him and gasped, "Oh my God. That's a dead body. What? Oh no. It was drenched in acid and then covered with cocaine? God."
He stared at the face for a while, it belonged to a woman. And guess what? That woman happened to be a young lady and he remembered seeing this same woman a few weeks ago at the mall. He knew immediately that the warehouse wasn't abandoned and the killer or killers knew their way around the warehouse. He knew this meant more than the eyes could see.
Traces of a certain white powder filled the room, he saw traces of empty bottles. Some were torn and others melted to the ground. The smell from the room made it clear, the event happened recently.
"Sarah? I think we need to leave soon."
"Why? We are not done." A sound came from the back. Both of them turned to look at it and noticed it wasn't a human, just a rat running past. They were relieved. After a while, a few seconds moved and Manchester noticed another body and another pile of bodies including the one from the news earlier.
They noticed the killer had access to the warehouse. "Sarah. Walk out with me right now." He whispered.
"What? Okay then." She turned to walk out but she noticed a shadow running away. It was an actual shadow and not a person, at least that's what she saw.
They shut the door and walked out of the building. They reached the car and drove off without another word. Sarah tried to talk but she couldn't find the words, she tried to cry but the tears refused to fall out.
He was speechless as well.
They reached the house hoping no one followed them in.
He walked into his room without saying, 'Good night' He stepped into the shower. He rinsed off the dirt with his shower and soap. He stared at the wall, he was traumatized by the death of the people, the victims. He recalled the death of someone he knew. The exact state and position he found the body in at the site.
He walked out of the bathroom. He stayed naked on his bed. He forgot about Sarah and the case, all he wanted was just peace of mind. That's all. His eyes closed.
Sarah on the other hand, stayed up late on her laptop trying to discover what went wrong in her family business. Did the family survive the cold years through the blood of others? Or did they survive through actual debt?
A text came in.
"You are lucky you escaped. You are on safe ground now." She read out.
She dialed the number, "Who's this?"
"If I told you, would you believe me?"
"I hear a female. Who are you?" She asked firmly.
"Guess or cut me off." She said.
"Really? An enemy then."
"I saved your life. Good night."
The call dropped.
The text came in again, "Your sister. Your twin sister."
Sarah stared at the phone in shock, ultimate disbelief.
A strange wind blew through the house. Later on.