A week had passed since Everton died. Still depressed, Jack was at a detectives' bar having a few drinks.
glup glup glup...
"Listen, Jack, I think you'd better go home. It's getting really late, and it's not a good idea for you to keep drinking."
Said the bar man to the poor man in the table.
"Okay sir hic![1] How much is the bill?"
"No, you don't need to pay anything. All the bars in the area are in mourning, so the drinks are free."
"Thank you sir. Have a good night."
"Good night Jack."
Zuuuummm Pow (Door closing)
Tuc, tuc, tuc... (Jack's footsteps)
"Could it be that if I hadn't left right away, Everton wouldn't have died?"
Said Jack lost in his mind.
"Hmm, doesn't really matter right now. I think i will never be able to solve this case."
vuuuuuu (The wind starts to appear in the streets)
"Wind, it's going to get cold. I better go home soon."
vuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm (Wind intensifies)
"Hey, goodness, it's getting stronger. Getting strong..."
Jack stopped walking after that
"Getting stronger... that happened every time. How i missed such an important factor. When a murder is about to happen, the rain always gets heavier before it happens!"
"My friend, if you're up there. I think i will be able to progress now, even if i am alone."
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