BBDW 3 [Black Butterfly] - Nevereverland

Section 3 (UNEDITED)

“………”

Tim, who was behind the wheel, glanced back at his silent partner and became worried. Jude looks tired and almost like he wanted to sleep as he tilted his body at an angle, squeezed his chin, and looked into the air with an expressionless face. Five years since becoming his partner, he knows that such expressions were very rare - and it was quite rare for Jude to be angry or displeased - and I’m not used to him looking like that. You shouldn’t have let him in alone to talk to that kind of guy. Feeling a little remorse, Tim asked, turning the steering wheel.

“Are you all right?”

“………”

“Jude.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m all right. Just a little bit…… weird.”

“Weird? What is it.”

“See you again at the end, the last time Alvin said it. Something’s a little…….. Come to think of it now, it’s kind of unusual.”

“Why? Isn’t that what he said because he knew you’d come to interrogate him again?”

“No, it’s not that…… it’s a feeling. When he said that, his eyes…… shined differently. Well, he kind of expecting something, not like a passive criminal that was caught.”

I couldn’t understand what you meant. As Tim narrows his eyebrows slightly, Jude shook his head erratically.

“It’s a little hard to explain, but it just doesn’t feel right. Maybe it’s nothing…… Oh, the phone.”

Instead of murmuring, Jude pulled out his phone, which rang out. Doesn't feel right? He looked at Jude with a mixture of suspicion, and the cell phone's ringtone set up to the limit was clearly heard.

[Detective Jude? I’m Michael Bolt, a criminal psychologist from the FBI.]

“Oh, yes. What’s the matter?”

[Can I request interview material for Alvin Jones? He refused to meet with our counsellor. So, you’re the only one who can get the data.]

“But I actually didn’t get much either. I couldn’t record it. I didn’t take notes. We just had a little chat. That’s all. It won’t help much.”

[I don’t care. All you have to do is explain in detail what you have talked to him about.]

“Hey, look. I’ve been talking for four hours today. It’s hard for me to remember everything I’ve said, and I have to keep him on the line. So why don’t you check it out later on?”

[The minimum amount of data needed to establish a future response is also….]

Tim looked at Jude who spoke on the phone in a voice with a desperate desire to hang up quickly, with a pitiful smile. There were more than one or two such requests. Not to mention the FBI, but also the General Psychological Association and the Criminal Psychology Club. They would frequently call him to ask him to talk about Alvin Jones.

Tut-tut. Tut-tut. Tim turned his head to the small vibration in his pocket. Calling while driving isn’t what a police would do. After a moment’s consideration, Tim glanced over the caller ID. The number says the prison he just got out of with Jude. Eventually, the car was parked for a while, and Tim opened the flip phone.

“Timothy Maxwe…….”

[Detective! Is Detective Jude with you, the one who arrested Alvin?]

“Yes. And?”

[It’s a big deal!]

The moment he heard the man’s urgent voice, all kinds of ominous imaginations flashed through his head. Did Alvin hurt himself? Or did he get a pen or something and stab the guard? Or did he bite a person’s face like the scene in The Silence of the Lamb? While searching for possibilities, Tim felt extremely anxious. No way, no way. I don’t think it’s worse than all of this.

“What………. is it?”

[Alvin Jones escaped!]

Tim: “What!”

Jude: “So I’ll write it down later……what?”

Jude, who was persistently explaining to his cell phone, turned his head when he heard him shouted. Out of awkwardness, Tim shook his cell phone.

“What, how is that possible!”

[Well, we don’t know! It wasn't known why the guard in the cell had come out with him, but I think Alvin took him out with him, and he strangled him to death and escaped from there…… I don’t know how yet, we only found out until a while later…]

What a fool! Gritting his teeth, Tim managed to answer, “We'll go there now,” and then closed the flip phone roughly. Jude had a face full of dumbfounded look. Tim, who shook his head to calm down several times, took the wheel again. Carrying the partner next to him who vomited a few laughs, Tim stepped on the pedal as hard as he could without breaking the law.

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