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ﹰMysterious Murder of a 2-Year-Old Girl : (Part II)
"How did it happen?" Amanda whispered, tears starting to shine through her soul walls.
Linda, in her grief, couldn't answer straight away. She looked at the two police officers help searchingly, then at Paul. He looked away. His hands hung limpy at his sides, and his eyes rested on the ground at his feet.
Linda twitched an eyebrow ... maybe she was just imagining it. But perhaps her husband was indeed acting ... strange. He was the one who had spent the least amount of time with Ria. And he wasn't one to demonstrate his fatherly love often.
She had spend the most time with Ria and Andrew the second least.
"We...it appears that Ria has been...
killed...by some person unknown...how could they even...
exactly why would they even consider to murder a 2 year old?!" Linda cried the last part out in rage, jumping up from her chair and rushing to go and find comfort in her husband's arms.
"We have seen 3 or 4 such cases before. There does not seem to be a statistically most likely motive for killing babies, toddlers and preschoolers. In one case the killer was a 40 year old single dad who lost his only child when he was ran over by a train ... at age 3.
This seemed to fuel his desire for killing every toddler in the neighbourhood, like he did not want anyone else to have what he did not.
In another case it was a 27 year old woman who said she did not want all the naughty toddlers - which she had a hard time babysitting as a teen - to grow up to be like her daughter who glass poisoned 5 cats at age 6. All, if not most cases, are not as extreme as those two, though." Sergeant Matthews explained, his own eyes appearing a little bit wet.
He slowly licked his dry lips and looked down.
"Wow," Paul breathed, unexpectedly, staring in awe the at the man who had just spoken this. Linda stepped away from him and turned up her head in surprise.
The sergeant did not seem to take note of this. "We have potentially convicted criminals to interview. Goodbye. Me and my constable will be on our way."
With that, they turned and walked out, leaving behind Paul, who sat down slowly in a chair beside Ria's bed, rubbing his forehead with his hands before he buried them in it.
Amanda now sat cross-legged on the bed, holding Ria in her arms and sobbing softly. Andrew sat on his calves beside her with a bitter, sour facial expression and stared at the ceiling hopelessly, wringing his sweaty palms.
While Paul and Linda went for a walk to help them calm their nerves, according to Paul's suggestion, Amanda called all her beloved girl friends to inform them, still sobbing, of her little sister's murder, and Andrew started throwing together random ingredients in the kitchen "to bake funeral muffins with."
When Paul and Linda...
Linda, in her grief, couldn't answer straight away. She looked at the two police officers help searchingly, then at Paul. He looked away. His hands hung limpy at his sides, and his eyes rested on the ground at his feet.
Linda twitched an eyebrow ... maybe she was just imagining it. But perhaps her husband was indeed acting ... strange. He was the one who had spent the least amount of time with Ria. And he wasn't one to demonstrate his fatherly love often.
She had spend the most time with Ria and Andrew the second least.
"We...it appears that Ria has been...
killed...by some person unknown...how could they even...
exactly why would they even consider to murder a 2 year old?!" Linda cried the last part out in rage, jumping up from her chair and rushing to go and find comfort in her husband's arms.
"We have seen 3 or 4 such cases before. There does not seem to be a statistically most likely motive for killing babies, toddlers and preschoolers. In one case the killer was a 40 year old single dad who lost his only child when he was ran over by a train ... at age 3.
This seemed to fuel his desire for killing every toddler in the neighbourhood, like he did not want anyone else to have what he did not.
In another case it was a 27 year old woman who said she did not want all the naughty toddlers - which she had a hard time babysitting as a teen - to grow up to be like her daughter who glass poisoned 5 cats at age 6. All, if not most cases, are not as extreme as those two, though." Sergeant Matthews explained, his own eyes appearing a little bit wet.
He slowly licked his dry lips and looked down.
"Wow," Paul breathed, unexpectedly, staring in awe the at the man who had just spoken this. Linda stepped away from him and turned up her head in surprise.
The sergeant did not seem to take note of this. "We have potentially convicted criminals to interview. Goodbye. Me and my constable will be on our way."
With that, they turned and walked out, leaving behind Paul, who sat down slowly in a chair beside Ria's bed, rubbing his forehead with his hands before he buried them in it.
Amanda now sat cross-legged on the bed, holding Ria in her arms and sobbing softly. Andrew sat on his calves beside her with a bitter, sour facial expression and stared at the ceiling hopelessly, wringing his sweaty palms.
While Paul and Linda went for a walk to help them calm their nerves, according to Paul's suggestion, Amanda called all her beloved girl friends to inform them, still sobbing, of her little sister's murder, and Andrew started throwing together random ingredients in the kitchen "to bake funeral muffins with."
When Paul and Linda...
