Lakewood✔️

Time to investigate with a little help

We searched until Luka yelled, "Found something!"

I walked to the room where he was. Must have been the deputy's bedroom. Luka was in the closet, and he pulled off a panel. Then he reached in and pulled out files and pictures, carrying them over to the bed. We all started looking through them.

"This is all about the killings years ago," I said.

"Why would he have all these?" Jasmine asked.

"Sometimes cops get obsessed over a case. My dad said that when that happens, they become so involved with it, they lose sight of everything else," I explained to her.

"Yeah, but this goes beyond obsession. I mean, look at this. It gives details no one knew," Abby said.

"Maybe it was from the cases. I mean, think about it, in small towns usually, the local officers handle cases," Luka said.

"But why keep this stuff hidden?" I asked.

"Maybe he didn't so much keep it hidden from kept it safe," Luka suggested.

"Yeah, but from who?"

"I don't know, but this is fucking weird. The deputy we knew was a cruel piece of shit who was a drunk," Damon grumbled.

"Yeah, but was he always like that?"

"I don't know to ask Niko," Damon said.

I walked out of the bedroom and looked for Niko. I found him sitting on his bed. I took a seat next to him.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. I hate being back here," Niko sighed.

"Niko, was your dad always like this?"

"No." He sighed. "My dad changed around the summer of 2005. Before that, he was a decent guy. Never drank, never caused problems. He helped take care of this town. But around 2005, everything changed. He started drinking, then my mom left, and from there, it crashed and burn," he said, making a diving and explosive sound with his voice.

"Why, would he change so drastically?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I wish I did. Because I am curious to know how my dad could do that to his only kid. That side of my dad was a fucking monster."

I looked at Niko. He had to suffer for something that happened years ago. It wasn't fair to him. But something told me there was a reason why he had hidden those files for all those years.

After we left Niko's house, we decided to look at other places. We went to the city hall and went down into the archive room. We pulled news articles around the time of the first serial killings.

"Anything?" Luka asked.

"No, just basic information about the killings. Nothing to say who was behind it," I said, looking at different pages until something caught my eye. "Wait."

"What?"

"Listen to this; sources claimed they saw a figure dressed all in black, including black boots leaving the residences of one of the victims. Another witness said they saw an old sedan drive away, while a third witness swore it was a car from the unknown person."

"Does it say anything else?"

"Just the area where the last victim was. Luka, the area, is Leland," I said with a surprised tone looking at him.

We looked at the date, "Jesus, that's around the date my mom died."

"Did your mom come here that summer?"

"Yeah, but she came alone. I was back in Chicago with dad. She was up meeting some friends."

"This is getting stranger and stranger by the minute."

"You're telling me. Maybe it's time to pay a visit to Mr. Crenshaw."

"Why?"

"Know what they say about nosy people? They know a lot more than they let on."

We put the stuff back and headed for home. This weekend we decided we would pay a visit to Abe Crenshaw. I had a feeling he would know a lot more than anyone would know.

When we got to my house, we both walked in and collapsed onto the couch. I looked at Luka, "Who knew this would be so exhausting?"

"That's because we've been running around like chickens with our heads cut off."

"Did the guys have any luck?" I asked him.

"Damon and Abby tried to see if maybe Charlie has anything in the house that would help. Jas has been searching the internet for police records, and Niko, well, Niko is Niko. He's been sorting through the stuff we found at Henry's place."

"Remind me never, ever be a cop. I don't know how my dad does it."

"Yeah, but remember everyone loves a good mystery," he said, and I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"But what if that mystery involves something none of us are ready for yet? I mean, look at everything we have uncovered so far."

"Yeah, I know."

"And your mom. Did you ask your dad about it?"

"No. I want to, but I also want to know more before going to my dad. It just doesn't make sense. Why lie about her death?"

"Maybe because he didn't want to traumatize you anymore that what you were already going through," I said.

Luka slid his hand into mine and interlocked our fingers, "Well, whatever the case may be, I'm just glad I have you to help me."

I gave him a small smile as he leaned over and kissed me but not before we got interrupted by my dad, "Can you please tell me what the hell you two are doing?"

"Well, we were about to kiss when you interrupted us," I said.

"Not that! And by the way, Luka, keep it innocent. I meant, why are you kids going to the Deputy's house and the records the department along with trying to hack my files at the police station?"

Luka and I looked at each other - Jasmine.

I stood up and calmly said to dad, "Because we think there might be a connection."

"To what?"

I took a deep breath and said, "The killings now and the killings that happened eight years ago."

He gave me a look, "Malia, those killings were completely different. They stopped quickly. They started. That case has been closed for years."

"Even though Luka's mom was one of the victims?"

"Honey, whoever made those killings is probably long gone by now or even dead."

"Well, did they ever find out who could have possibly done it?"

"They had suspected but everyone's alibi checked out. Look, Luka, I know you want answers, but trust me, this ate at your dad for years. It consumed your dad with it; they almost took you away from him. Don't dig up a past that should stay buried," he said to us. "Now, I want all of you to stay out of this. Let us do our jobs, okay?"

We nodded, and he went into the kitchen.

Then Luka whispers, "We aren't going to stop, are we?"

"Nope."

"That's what I thought."

"Although we need to have a word with Jasmine hacking into the police files," I said.

"Yep."

What dad didn't know wouldn't hurt us.