1 Capítulo 1

If I could tell you how many times I tried to stop drinking... you would call me a madman. I always end up with a bottle of scotch in my hand and a Wanted paper in the other. Well, today is a special one, Nick “Red Mouth” Jorvik, age of 34, tall, blonde hair, blue eyes… the typical guy that girls end up loving. From what I have heard, that man is not only a psychopath, but he is a cannibal, he enjoys playing with his food, waiting for the perfect time to take a bite.

Well… I should start going to the bar, see what’s the word around Red Mouth, later, I’ll see what I can do. I hate leaving my home, it’s always raining outside, my head is sleepy from the drink and I feel like I am going to puke at any time. Settle down detective, one step at a time. Aah, here we are, The Blue Drink bar, if there is a place in which I will find answers, it’s going to be here. Weird, the place seems empty, well, I better take a sit and wait for the people to get this place crowded. I bought myself a bottle of whisky and a cup of coffee, the whisky helps me think and in case of a fight, it won’t hurt as much. The coffee… well I like coffee, it’s not like it would do me any bad. Aah the band came early today. I know the singer, Bob Miller, great guy, drinks like a V8 and has a way with the ladies. They started playing their set, begins with a nice jazz and ends with a fine tune of Blues, it’s almost perfect. Alright, I see that this place I now crowded enough, I should be able to get information.

The lady in the red dress and long hair is a possible bait, I should talk to her first. Nice smile, knows how to have a nice chat, unfortunately doesn’t have anything for me. I heard that this Nicky man is interested in long dark-haired girls, like this fine lady here… I should keep an eye on her, but for now, I will ask around. The fat man over the balcony looks sad and angry, I should thread lightly with my words around him, I already fought someone last night, I don’t want to renew my wounds. That guy lost his wife, poor man, said that she was cheating on him with another man, as he says “for some blond tall sumbitch”, he is drowning his sadness with whisky… I know that feeling. Maybe the Tall “sumbitch” is my guy… maybe I will never know… maybe. There is a woman, short blond hair, crying, listening to the band play “Blues for You”, this is weird. She said a man approached her last night, promised the moon and the heavens for her… looks like he was all talk.

Well, the rest of the people don’t look like they could help me… my head is aching for a few minutes of sleep and peace, but I can’t afford losing this guy now, not now. I’ve been hunting him down for months, and it will be today that I catch him. Sad thing, whisky is over, only coffee for now on. Betty owns the bar here, she knows me and helped me in several occasions, the bad thing is that I end up breaking a chair of a table here when I find the lucky man of the day, so much for peace and obeying the law… at least I get free coffee, that’s a perk I will gladly get.

Look here, sounds like someone new joined us. Tall… blond… blue eyes. Match the description. Strange, he doesn’t seem to be preying on any women tod… ooh he is going to talk to the lady in red. Is he Nicky? Am I finally going to catch this son of a bitch? I think I should go there and ask mister Stranger if he… ooh shit the fat guy is looking really pissed at him, I don’t think that this will end up well… the crying lady decided to join the fat guy, says that the man is the one that promised things to her, I am pretty sure he is the guy. Wait… he is crying, begging for forgiveness and all. damn it, he left the bar, I should go after him.

As I leave the bar, I pay Betty and follow the man down the street. Strange… normaly psychopaths don’t cry, don’t feel guilty… yet they are the perfect actor and actress, maybe mister Stranger here would like to tell me a bit about him…

I approached him, he told me his name was Nicolas, works on a clothing shop down the street, for fine and expensive suits. Now I know where he got his own suit. Could this possibly not be the right guy? I don’t even know… I am so tired and lazy now, I can’t even think straight. I better get home, take a shower and go to sleep, would be nicer to sleep before 3 am.

I got home early today, it’s barely 1 am, I take of my shoes and feel my body in pain, maybe because I am tired, maybe because of the drinking… I don’t even know. I place my gun close to the picture of my daughter… my sweet daughter, I wish things could have been different… if I wasn’t so drunk that day… I could have saved you. Great, my shower is broken, again. Well, it will be a cold bath like yesterday and the day before, I am getting used to the cold, it’s not so bad when you are alone. I need to shave, I need to brush my teeth… who fucking cares?

Aaah, laying down on your bed when you are still cold on the outside but warm on the inside… I fucking hate this feeling. The worst thing about laying down when you drink, is the feeling that you might puke at any time… I am so used to this that I know when I am actually puking.

I had a dream that I was flying, the whole world looked so small, and yet, big. As I touched the countries with my finger, huge atomic bombs exploded around the area, it was like a show, beautiful and deadly. The stars and planets around me were spinning, as if I was the center of it all. there was a door, that was barely closed, and a light on the other side, I listen to my daughter’s voice and run to the door. The more you run, the door seemed to get away from my grasp. I lay on my knees, begging to open the door and…

I woke up, someone knocked on the door. This late? It’s 4 am, who would want to talk to me? As I open the door, there is no one to be seen, only a purse. I recognize the purse, It’s from the lady in red, I don’t like this. I place the purse on the table, near the kitchen, a weird smell is coming from it. As I open the purse, I see the head of the lady, it looked like someone chopped it off with a cleaver or axe. Her left cheek is bitten off, and there is a letter inside her mouth.

“ Not today, detective.”