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The proof of Lucas’s criminal acts wasn’t concrete, as they were only corroborated by statements made by victim's, who might be perceived as too young to be credible. The only clear proof of the crime was the criminal’s DNA and semen gathered from the last victim’s epithelial cells.
It was obvious proof Lucas made or forced the boy to suck his cock and ejaculated in his mouth. That criminal technique corresponded the testimonies of the other victims. The justice took the case and judged that even though there’s no proof of his crime except statements of victims, the possibility of conviction was still very high.
Therefore, the justice would sentence Lucas to the maximum imprisonment term allowable by law. Lucas might be able to get out of jail when his hair was gray or white. Alexander wasn’t even satisfied with that. He couldn't feel any emotions or thoughts about Lucas and his fate. Even any trace of worth or excitement he often used to feel before was gone.
He only felt sorry for the victims, the majority of whom were damaged to an indiscernible degree. If the parents had cared for their children more than money, and if the police had moved much faster and with better efficiency, Lucas would not be able to leave jail outside of a coffin.
"And it seems that there hasn't been a single clue revealed about the female murderer who tried to kill Alex," Ed added secretly.
Nobody answered. Alexander had no choice but to feel uncomfortable and on the offensive as long as he heard about these cases.
"It's time to leave Ed. We're heading back to work. Can we visit again sometime soon?”
Anna stood up, changing the subject.
"Sure, anytime. We don't have much going on.”
Cynthia answered. Alexander didn't say anything.
Ed observed his face, and said,
"I will bring you a bottle of Crown, how's that sound?"
Alex forced a smile. Ed squeezed his shoulder lightly. He shook hands with Ed, and gave Anna a hug as they left. He didn't want to admit it to either of them, but he was happy to see them go. After the experience of almost dying, and the period of recovery and convalescence that followed, he was thoroughly exhausted―both physically and mentally. Still, he wondered as to the progress of the case. It had only been a short time since he left the hospital, but it felt like a lifetime ago since he last felt normal.
He helped Cynthia to go to the hospital for treatment in the evening. On the way back home, they argued about whether Alexander must go to hospital for his PTSD, but he obstinately refused.