Buried: Mystery Series (My Murder Mysteries #2) Read Online Free Page B
Author: H. B. Rae
about Kieran's welfare. At least I know now, and the forensics or somebody told me that there was no sign of sexual abuse, so at least he didn't die that way, even if he was..."
She then proceeded to break down.
"It’s okay," she said. I then allowed her to leave, and told her I would keep her updated.
To my utter astonishment, ten minutes later a police officer arrived in the station with a man in handcuffs. The man looked like he was in his forties.
"This is Ian Green," said the police officer, "and I've caught him hanging around the field where the bodies were found. I just thought you'd be interested."
Chapter 7
The policeman was right – I was in fact very interested in what this man had to say. I had no idea who he was, but I wanted to know why he went to the field where the bodies were found. Perhaps he knew something about the murders? Or perhaps, he was even the killer himself, but I knew I was getting too excited for that, but then again, why go there when the field is in the middle of nowhere? He had obviously seen it on the news that eight corpses had been found in a field in Minot, so he must have known.
The man himself, Ian Green, looked like he was in his forties, although he did have grey hair and was very scruffy-looking. He had a short beard, and it was clear to me that he had not had a wash in several days. He was obviously quite a poor person, probably from the housing project. From what Mrs. Bradley told me, this man was undoubtedly insane, and he looked at me with a rather guilty face. He seemed to be depressed. I wondered if he was the same horror and death fanatic as he used to be. There was only one way to find out.
"Would you like to follow me into the interview room?" I asked him, escorting him there.
"I need my tablets at dinner time," he said.
"What?" I asked him.
"I need my anti-depressants."
I looked at the clock. It was after twelve now, so I assumed he was late to take his tablets.
"Alright, Ian," I said. "I'll get somebody to go and get your tablets, so you need to tell me where you live."
Ian told me his address quite nervously. I knew he had something to hide – there was something in that house that made me worried. I hoped and prayed there would not be any more dead bodies in there. I asked Graham and Miranda to go to the house, since they had nothing better to do, so they went.
Meanwhile, I started the interview with Ian Green. I hoped this would be a real lead into the case, as I was more determined than ever to apprehend the person responsible for these ghastly crimes.
"So, Ian," I began, "do you mind telling me why you went to the field that day?"
There was no answer. I tried asking again. He breathed, as if he was about to say something, but he did not.
"There must be a reason why you went there," I asked him.
"I'm not up for talking right now," he said, talking to me with his face to the floor.
"O.k.," I replied, trying to be nice to him. "I'll get you some coffee or something, and then we can talk?"
"I would like to have my tablets," he said.
It took fifteen minutes for Graham and Miranda to return to the police station with the tablets. While Miranda was giving Ian the tablets, Graham took me to one side.
"You didn't find anything then?" I asked him.
"We didn't find any dead bodies," Graham replied, "but it is not good."
"What's in there?" I asked him, desperate to hear the answer as the suspense was killing me.
"We went into his bedroom where the tablets were," he said, "and we found these strange drawings on the wall."
"What was on these drawings?"
"There were dead bodies, people been tortured, and people been murdered."
"Good God!" I cried. "We are dealing with a psychopath!"
"No, I'm afraid you are," replied Graham, carrying on with his work.
I returned to the interview room, wondering what was going through this man's mind. Ian had taken the tablets, and so he was ready to talk – the drugs had worked.
"So, Ian," I said, starting over.
She then proceeded to break down.
"It’s okay," she said. I then allowed her to leave, and told her I would keep her updated.
To my utter astonishment, ten minutes later a police officer arrived in the station with a man in handcuffs. The man looked like he was in his forties.
"This is Ian Green," said the police officer, "and I've caught him hanging around the field where the bodies were found. I just thought you'd be interested."
Chapter 7
The policeman was right – I was in fact very interested in what this man had to say. I had no idea who he was, but I wanted to know why he went to the field where the bodies were found. Perhaps he knew something about the murders? Or perhaps, he was even the killer himself, but I knew I was getting too excited for that, but then again, why go there when the field is in the middle of nowhere? He had obviously seen it on the news that eight corpses had been found in a field in Minot, so he must have known.
The man himself, Ian Green, looked like he was in his forties, although he did have grey hair and was very scruffy-looking. He had a short beard, and it was clear to me that he had not had a wash in several days. He was obviously quite a poor person, probably from the housing project. From what Mrs. Bradley told me, this man was undoubtedly insane, and he looked at me with a rather guilty face. He seemed to be depressed. I wondered if he was the same horror and death fanatic as he used to be. There was only one way to find out.
"Would you like to follow me into the interview room?" I asked him, escorting him there.
"I need my tablets at dinner time," he said.
"What?" I asked him.
"I need my anti-depressants."
I looked at the clock. It was after twelve now, so I assumed he was late to take his tablets.
"Alright, Ian," I said. "I'll get somebody to go and get your tablets, so you need to tell me where you live."
Ian told me his address quite nervously. I knew he had something to hide – there was something in that house that made me worried. I hoped and prayed there would not be any more dead bodies in there. I asked Graham and Miranda to go to the house, since they had nothing better to do, so they went.
Meanwhile, I started the interview with Ian Green. I hoped this would be a real lead into the case, as I was more determined than ever to apprehend the person responsible for these ghastly crimes.
"So, Ian," I began, "do you mind telling me why you went to the field that day?"
There was no answer. I tried asking again. He breathed, as if he was about to say something, but he did not.
"There must be a reason why you went there," I asked him.
"I'm not up for talking right now," he said, talking to me with his face to the floor.
"O.k.," I replied, trying to be nice to him. "I'll get you some coffee or something, and then we can talk?"
"I would like to have my tablets," he said.
It took fifteen minutes for Graham and Miranda to return to the police station with the tablets. While Miranda was giving Ian the tablets, Graham took me to one side.
"You didn't find anything then?" I asked him.
"We didn't find any dead bodies," Graham replied, "but it is not good."
"What's in there?" I asked him, desperate to hear the answer as the suspense was killing me.
"We went into his bedroom where the tablets were," he said, "and we found these strange drawings on the wall."
"What was on these drawings?"
"There were dead bodies, people been tortured, and people been murdered."
"Good God!" I cried. "We are dealing with a psychopath!"
"No, I'm afraid you are," replied Graham, carrying on with his work.
I returned to the interview room, wondering what was going through this man's mind. Ian had taken the tablets, and so he was ready to talk – the drugs had worked.
"So, Ian," I said, starting over.
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