just done something to you?"
"Give me a minute," the man said. "I'm not sure I want to do this."
It was only now I realized he was shaking vigorously. He was clearly a man who was mentally ill. He then put his head in his hand and scratched his forehead with his fingertips, showing that he was thinking about something, or that he was very stressed.
"Don't worry," I said. "You can talk to me."
"Well, I don't know how to put this, but..."
"Yes?" I said, growing more and more desperate for an answer.
"I am the Minot Hacker!"
Chapter 3
Clearly, this was a massive shock to me. Two minutes earlier, I had heard about the killings, and now the person standing right in front of me claimed he was the one who caused it? I was just lost for words. The man in question just stood there with his hands out, implying that he wanted me to arrest him. I had no choice but to arrest him, so I signaled the officers on night duty to come in and keep an eye on him through the night. I also suspected he might commit suicide in custody, so I made sure he was on suicide watch before I returned home.
On the way home, I almost crashed from not concentrating properly; I was more focused on what had just happened. This was the first truly dramatic event that had occurred while I was on the police force. I was beginning to become excited at thoughts of the future. Could he really be the killer, and after all this time, could the parents of the murdered boys get justice? I was hoping I had what it took to solve the murder. Of course, it could have been a hoax, and the man could have taken drugs or be completely deranged, so he may have not murdered anyone at all. I just had to wait until morning. It was a lead, either way, and that was the most important thing for now. I knew I had to sleep on it, and I had to think of things to say to him, if I were the one to interview him.
Morning arrived and when I went to work, and told my colleagues the news. At first none of them believed me, but after a few seconds of thought they realized I was dead serious about this. I would never joke about something like that, and they knew it.
"What on Earth?" said Graham, breaking the silence. "Why would he do that?"
"Well, it was the twentieth anniversary yesterday," said Miranda. "Perhaps he just wanted to play a huge prank on us."
"Yes, but why?" I said, fairly confused about the whole thing. If he was not the killer, why would he get himself into trouble for wasting police time? Still, there was a case a few weeks before where someone claimed to have seen a murder, and there was no such thing, so there were people out there who were capable of making up stupid things like that.
"I think it's too early to judge yet," said Patricia. "I want to hear what he says first."
"And there might be a way of catching him," I said.
"What’s that?" asked Patricia, who had not thought of the obvious.
"Well, I don't think the press released how the boys were killed. If the press did not release these details, then we can find out whether this man is lying or not. If he truly wants to make us believe he is a murderer, for whatever reason, we can catch him out."
"That's a good idea," replied Patricia, "but it will not necessarily work. We have to wait and see how things turn out first."
The boss then arrived. He was the one who chose who to interview.
"Right, I've heard the news," he said, "and obviously, this is a very big deal. Soon the press will arrive, and they will want to know all of the details."
"How will they find out?" I asked him, not intentionally interrupting to be rude.
"These things get around, Williams, and quicker than anyone would expect. As I was saying, this is the biggest case we've had in years. I don't want to put pressure on you all, but it is imperative that this gets sorted out. The families of the victims will be waiting to find out more, so even if this does turn out to be a hoax, I want it resolved quickly!"
The four of us just stood in
"Give me a minute," the man said. "I'm not sure I want to do this."
It was only now I realized he was shaking vigorously. He was clearly a man who was mentally ill. He then put his head in his hand and scratched his forehead with his fingertips, showing that he was thinking about something, or that he was very stressed.
"Don't worry," I said. "You can talk to me."
"Well, I don't know how to put this, but..."
"Yes?" I said, growing more and more desperate for an answer.
"I am the Minot Hacker!"
Chapter 3
Clearly, this was a massive shock to me. Two minutes earlier, I had heard about the killings, and now the person standing right in front of me claimed he was the one who caused it? I was just lost for words. The man in question just stood there with his hands out, implying that he wanted me to arrest him. I had no choice but to arrest him, so I signaled the officers on night duty to come in and keep an eye on him through the night. I also suspected he might commit suicide in custody, so I made sure he was on suicide watch before I returned home.
On the way home, I almost crashed from not concentrating properly; I was more focused on what had just happened. This was the first truly dramatic event that had occurred while I was on the police force. I was beginning to become excited at thoughts of the future. Could he really be the killer, and after all this time, could the parents of the murdered boys get justice? I was hoping I had what it took to solve the murder. Of course, it could have been a hoax, and the man could have taken drugs or be completely deranged, so he may have not murdered anyone at all. I just had to wait until morning. It was a lead, either way, and that was the most important thing for now. I knew I had to sleep on it, and I had to think of things to say to him, if I were the one to interview him.
Morning arrived and when I went to work, and told my colleagues the news. At first none of them believed me, but after a few seconds of thought they realized I was dead serious about this. I would never joke about something like that, and they knew it.
"What on Earth?" said Graham, breaking the silence. "Why would he do that?"
"Well, it was the twentieth anniversary yesterday," said Miranda. "Perhaps he just wanted to play a huge prank on us."
"Yes, but why?" I said, fairly confused about the whole thing. If he was not the killer, why would he get himself into trouble for wasting police time? Still, there was a case a few weeks before where someone claimed to have seen a murder, and there was no such thing, so there were people out there who were capable of making up stupid things like that.
"I think it's too early to judge yet," said Patricia. "I want to hear what he says first."
"And there might be a way of catching him," I said.
"What’s that?" asked Patricia, who had not thought of the obvious.
"Well, I don't think the press released how the boys were killed. If the press did not release these details, then we can find out whether this man is lying or not. If he truly wants to make us believe he is a murderer, for whatever reason, we can catch him out."
"That's a good idea," replied Patricia, "but it will not necessarily work. We have to wait and see how things turn out first."
The boss then arrived. He was the one who chose who to interview.
"Right, I've heard the news," he said, "and obviously, this is a very big deal. Soon the press will arrive, and they will want to know all of the details."
"How will they find out?" I asked him, not intentionally interrupting to be rude.
"These things get around, Williams, and quicker than anyone would expect. As I was saying, this is the biggest case we've had in years. I don't want to put pressure on you all, but it is imperative that this gets sorted out. The families of the victims will be waiting to find out more, so even if this does turn out to be a hoax, I want it resolved quickly!"
The four of us just stood in
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