Chapter 435 Small Town, Old News and a Funeral
After questioning the sisters on their experience and the details of the horror story, Luke and Selina set off again.
They drove a loop along Route 1 first before getting on Route 73 and heading southeast.
Finally, they turned onto a country road and drove another forty minutes before they reached the town called Springwood. When they entered the town, they could vaguely sense that it was shrouded in an uneasy atmosphere. All the passers-by had harried expressions and seemed completely indifferent to their surroundings.
They occasionally made eye contact with some residents through the carâs open windows, but these people would quickly turn their heads as if they had the plague.
They hadnât even been in town for long before their car was stopped.
A sheriff in a dusty yellow uniform bent down to look at them through the driverâs car window. âWho are you? What are you doing here?â
Both hands on the steering wheel, Luke calmly gestured at himself and Selina. âWeâre staff from No. 37 Middle School, and we would like to speak to Will Rollins.â
The sheriff frowned. âAbout what?â
Luke kept smiling. âWill did something not very nice at camp two days ago, and the guidance counselor had him come home to calm down. This wasnât a punishment, though. After all, camp is a vacation for the kids, and it wouldnât be decent to exclude him, which is why weâre here.â
The sheriffâs expression relaxed. âI see, you can go straight to Willâs place.â
Luke nodded and asked casually, âDid something happen? We didnât see a lot of people when we entered town.â
The sheriffâs expression turned stiff and he said coldly, âWe donât have many residents here.â
With that, he turned around and left.
Watching the sheriff leave in his car, Luke started up the car and sighed. âIt seems theyâre dealing with quite the problem.â
The sheriff wouldnât be so jittery if it was a small issue.
Selina had been reading up on Springwood and said, âThereâs nothing special here. The population and economy are fairly stable, and according to the database, law and order here is within normal range. They donât have many major criminal cases, except this one...â
She placed the tablet on the central console and continued, âThere was a serial murder case here over ten years ago, which got a lot of news coverage in L.A..â
Luke shot a glance at the image of an old newspaper headline on the tablet. âA serial murderer who targeted children? He wasnât caught?â
Selina pointed at the tablet and said, âNo. There wasnât enough evidence back then to convict the suspect, so...â
Luke asked, âHe got away scot-free and is now committing crimes again?â
Selina shook her head, and another headline popped up on the tablet. âSo, the suspect was locked up in an abandoned church outside of town and burnt to ashes by the angry parents.â
Luke wasnât convinced. âBurnt to ashes? Seriously?â It wasnât easy to burn a man to ashes, not without a special incinerator.
Burning a body in a woodfire would only blacken it at most. When the bones were burnt, they would crystallize and were unlikely to decompose further.
Selina nodded. âThe police never found the suspectâs body, so none of the parents went to prison for the burning. However, the suspect has been missing since then.â
Luke said, âAlright, who was this unlucky person who was burnt to ashes?â
Selina replied, âHeâs a white male, born in 1948, date unknown, five feet and ten inches tall. He used to be a janitor at the local kindergarten until he went missing in 1990. There is no evidence to suggest that heâs still alive.â
Luke felt like scratching his head. âBorn in 1948? Doesnât that mean that heâs almost sixty?â
Did this guy not age? Or was he unusually gifted and could still go on a killing spree at sixty years old?
Luke wouldnât rule that out just yet.
After all, nothing that happened in this world would be strange.
As they talked in the car, Luke drove to Will Rollinsâs house.
The house looked quite nice and suggested that the family were doing pretty okay for themselves; that was probably why Will could go to a middle school in Los Angeles.
Luke and Selina knocked on the door and spoke to Willâs father and Will himself for half an hour before they left.
When Willâs father saw them off, Luke said to him in a low voice, âIâll let Juliet know about Willâs situation, but itâs unlikely heâll be able to go back. You know that the kids at camp arenât in the best frame of mind right now, and Will... is a little troubled as well.â
Willâs father nodded with a bitter smile. âOkay. Itâs my request thatâs too presumptuous.â
Luke sighed and said, âIf possible, the best would be for you to change environments; staying in this town wonât be good for him, whether now or in the future.â
Willâs father nodded silently and saw them off.
In the car, Selina frowned and asked, âIs Will already suffering mental issues? I feel like something really isnât right with him. Itâs like... he hasnât slept for days.â
Luke shook his head. âWho knows?â
âWhere to now?â Selina asked as she faced forward.
Luke replied, âLetâs talk to Kris Falls. Sheâs the first witness in the suicide case.â
They drove to the other end of town, where all kinds of stone tablets stood on a hill.
Twenty to thirty people were seated in the shade of a tree. In front of them was a coffin, and a priest was giving an eulogy.
This was the townâs cemetery.
According to the information they found from the police department, the middle schooler in the coffin was Dean Lassell, who had died a few days ago.
He had used a table knife to cut his own throat in a fast food restaurant.
Several people had witnessed this tragic scene, but what was strange was that will claimed that his friend in town told him that it was a demon which killed Dean.
That was also the reason Jeffâs twin daughters had criticized his story.
After all, it was very hard for someone to come up with evidence for demons.
Twenty minutes later, the funeral was over. Seeing the crowd disperse, Luke and Selina drew closer.
At that moment, a boy walked over to a girl up ahead and they stood in front of a stand which had photos of Dean on it.
When they got closer, Lukeâs sharp ears picked up their conversation.
The boy asked, âKris, you knew Dean since you were little?â