Psych

56. Back to the Drawing Board

Inspector Charles’ mind was a labyrinth. So many twists and turns were sprouting in his head. Like a spider web with no beginning and no end. He was suffocating inside it. He tried to reach for the surface but he felt something pulling him back into the deep. Into the cosmic nothingness.

He stood staring through his window onto the dark and empty street. He was silent, looking hard…at nothing in particular. He had told Clarissa to sit on a bench in the waiting room. James was standing behind his desk, right beside the chair Clarissa had been sitting in. Finally, the inspector spoke. ‘How did he die?’

‘Sir, I’ve already told you twice…’

‘Yes, but I want to hear it a third time. Now tell me; how did Doctor Jacob die?’

James sighed. ‘Murder, sir. He was murdered. The same way Brittany Bale and Justin Foyer were: countless and deep gashes in the spine, dismembered body parts: arms, legs, torso and head.’

There was a short silence between them.

‘And where did you say y