Arrested for possessing drugs, used to dull his psychometric senses, Emmet was discharged; conditional to helping the police in certain cases. And his improved credibility had lead to his involvement in the case of death of a wealthy septuagenarian.
Pain. Fear. Loneliness. Faint hope, clouded by immense disgust. The horrors of repeated assault from the daughter’s second floor bedroom threatened to overwhelm his senses.
Downstairs, Emmet’s hands shook but declared steadily, “Accidental death, sir. Bashed his head after toppling from his window.”
It was almost self-defence, his heart consoled. She deserved some peace after spending decades under an abusive monster.
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