Autumn’s Hesitant Arrival
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The screen became fuzzy, and clear again. He could easily make out one of the police officers in the video. It was undoubtedly Cynthia.
She held her gun and aimed it at a man who was about to take out his own gun. There was no sound in the video, she seemed to shout something to the man. He slowly put both his hands up. Cynthia approached him cautiously, taking her handcuffs out to arrest him. It was all a mess around her with people struggling, fighting as they were being detained.
When she was near him, he dropped down and pulled out a knife from a hidden location on his ankle, and stabbed her in the chest where the bulletproof jacket was not covering.
This time Alexander gasped. Cynthia held the knife, which stuck out of her chest, and in the following moments, she kicked him in the balls and shot him in the head. As his brains blew out the back of his head, blood and bone scattered all over. Cynthia knelt down on the ground. She pulled the knife out of her chest, and collapsed. The screen faded to black.
He felt lost for words. He stared at her profile. She didn’t move, and her face didn’t change. Now he knew the reason why she had such a vivid scar on her chest, right under the clavicle. She didn’t say anything for a moment. She opened her mouth slowly.
“I was working with S.W.A.T. and took part in a sting operation a few years ago, to arrest drug and human trafficking criminal organization members from a particular crew of which Edgar Pavon was a part. Do you remember the name?”
He remembered the name. The knife which they found on the ground while searching for the caller’s clue, which not only carried Cynthia’s DNA from, but also Edgar Pavon’s fingerprints on the grip.
“Yes, that must be the exact knife which Pavon used to stab me, as you saw,”
she continued.
“When I was taken to the hospital, I discovered I was three months pregnant. Not long after that, I miscarried the baby. I cannot say I loved John very much, but I’m sorry for the baby. Because I couldn't stop drinking after everything happened. To see the explosion of a human’s brain right in front of me . . . ”
she faltered at the last word.
“It wasn’t your fault,” said he. He grabbed her hands. She tried to say this briskly with a smile.
“I know, and it’s all in the past.”
She stood up from the chair, and began to pace back and forth in the room.
“Why is this video here? I mean, why did the caller deliver this video about you to me?”
Alexander asked, and she didn’t answer.
“The rest of the videos are related to Sarah’s crime, but not this one. This isn't related at all, right?”
