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Saturday, October 26, 2024

XXII The Fool

 All I can say is that I doubt I will die three streets away from where I grew up. Most of my peers cannot say the same thing.

How do you feel about that?

I don't envy their drudgery.

 Wherever I lay my hat.

Precisely.


 Reminded daily during my formative years I was living on borrowed time, there by the grace of someone else's benevolence, there by the grace of their God. A charity case. So be grateful - with whatever crumbs are swept from the table. 

Be it love, money - or actual crumbs.

You may keep your crumbs. 

I don't need them.

Nah, fuck that disgusting behaviour. 

  I had witnessed most of the evildoing mankind has to offer before I hit my teens. The proverbial fledging that had fallen from the nest. Most don't survive, I did.

But you were never afraid.

To live or die.

 I was never afraid to go over the edge of the precipice.

 The Fool of the upper arcana in human form.  That's why I'm here with you. 

And the house, where the bodies were found, you spotted something we missed?

Yes, I have studied the witness statements and the crime scene photographs.

And?

The clues are in the cars, and there are two cars. One car disappeared after one set of fatalities, there was also a second car.

And that one?

Disappeared after a possible second fatality. Blood on the windshield of that one.

The suspect then disappears.

But we don't have two cars.

But you do.

He is playing with you! Can't you see the cat and mouse game? He feels he is so, so much smarter than the cops, that is feeding his narcissism that you didn't catch him yet! I really wouldn't be surprised if the body count is near ten! Or even more! 

I can't get the timeline into context. I'm struggling with the timeline. But there are two major events very close together, they are days apart, not months or years, mere days.

Oh! The fucking drama.


It was of my opinion that Laurence Olivier over acted immensely, he was oh so much on stage, too fucking much. Grand fucking gestures from one side of the stage to the other. Why act so hard to convince your audience? They believe you anyway. No need for all that grand posturing and theatrics. 

What a fucking nuisance. A bit like our suspect..

It got me thinking.  That murder was overkill, so it was personal. The scene was overplayed.

 If it was emotional. What was the motive?

Notoriety, no. Psychosis, possiby. Jealousy? Greed? 

I was thinking of Mark Chapman, and the set of coincidences that put him outside The Dakota building that day, that took him to the upper west side. his thought process as he made the journey. Gun in pocket. 

His obsession with Holden Caulfield. A fictional character. The transfer of personalities. 

How do you become a non-existent persona? Breathe life into a line of text? Turn a figment of someone's imagination into a real life, living, breathing being?

I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around – nobody big, I mean – except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff – I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all.

Chapman wanted to be Holden Caulfield.

Did he have an urge to kill? He had never had any prior convictions.

Was it that he wanted the notoriety? He was diagnosed with psychosis. Paranoid schizophrenia. He had no reason to kill other than his inner voices  instructing him to do it. He had a hit list after Lennon. David Bowie, Elizabeth Taylor, Paul McCartney, Jacquie Kennedy amongst others. He was a psychotic killer.

Our man is different. 

His motive was guilt. Fear. Fear of being discovered for what he is. A serial rapist. Now turned murderer.

There was a statement from a witness, the only son of a wealthy couple who lived in a mock Tudor down on Bellingham. He left town right after the murders so wasn't interviewed. 

I didn't put the two together at that time. The missing persons report and the killings.  I can't say the first incident didn't cross my mind, because as I read the reports, there was something. Something I couldn't quite grasp. And then the faces of the victims staring back at me from the wall poster in the office as I conversed on the telephone... They kind of looked familiar you know?

Okay.. And?

It gets interesting. The suspect. His only sister, she was only 14 years old, and she was officially a missing person. A police report had been filed. They had reported her as being vulnerable. The day after the murders, but before the bodies were discovered, she had turned up at a house near the murder scene early in the morning, shortly after daybreak.

What's interesting about that?

She was soaked in blood.

Jesus. Vraiment?

The friend, a schoolfriend ushered her indoors, took her bloody clothes from her and threw them into the lounge's open fire. She then collected some of her own clothes and helped her dress and wipe clean the blood on her hands and face. The girl gave her one of her mothers cigarettes but told her she would have to leave as she wasn't allowed to bring anyone into the house when her mother wasn't there.  So the 14 year old left.

Where did she go from there?

She was still evading the police, so disappeared into the ether,  but was by now obviously badly traumatized. 

She was in the house at the time of the murders?

Hiding under the bed. The murdered couple were harboring her. She had apparently taken refuge with them the night before in a local bar and returned later that evening to their home, it was later that night the murders were committed.

And the motive?

Mistaken identity.

The girl had been raped and she feared she was pregnant. She was the intended victim but she survived. And the suspect is non other than her very own brother.


But in a world where survival meant tapping into the 5th sense, a sense 

of darkness and insanity loomed over those who were neglected and 

subjected to cruelty. The survivors, with their sharp wit and intellect, 

navigated through the darkness, fighting against the insanity that 

threatened to consume them. Despite the neglect they faced, they stood 

strong, refusing to let the cruelty of their circumstances define them. In 

the end, it was their resilience and determination that allowed them to 

emerge victorious, proving that even in the darkest of times, light can 

still shine through.


And the woman stood by the door?

She's a very famous courtesan.

She will know?

We need to get some DNA here.

Ah yes, she will do it.



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