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It was hard not to look at the pale, doughy man sat across from me with utter contempt. Hatred, even.
His entire frame seemed to roil and bubble with each shuddered and exasperated breath. Beads of sweat cascaded down his bald head, rounding his jiggling jowls and the folds of his neck, dampening the tightly buttoned collar of his too-small dress shirt.
He fiddled with the handcuff encased around his pudgy wrist, fondling it with his sausage fingers. He’d raise the cuffed arm slightly, exposing a swiftly growing puddle of condensation in the space where his hairless forearm had rested on the metal table.
That slick sheen of sweat caused his pallid skin to glow under the halogen lights above our heads.
Edwin Tallor. The sick fuck looked like a giant soft boiled egg.
Tallor had been on the department’s radar for a good while - he had a few priors for lewd behavior in his younger days, had been caught skulking around outside the middle school. There was even a local rumor in St. Clare that he’d run around in the middle of the night with an undersized children’s private school uniform barely fitted over his fat frame, yelling excitedly about the school year and all the friends he hoped to make.
I know it’s best not to judge a book by its cover, but you could tell just by looking at the guy. Something upstairs wasn’t right.
The problem with these cases is making something stick. You’ve gotta track these pieces of shit for weeks, months. Following their perverted digital footprint, ensuring you got all the hard evidence you possibly could of their despicable tastes. A fake profile, an Internet chat room.
It didn’t take much for our officer to coax Tallor into exposing himself, speaking freely of all the little girls he’d done things to. What he wanted to do to her (a 13 year old, by the fake age we’d listed on the profile and reiterated repeatedly during our talks with Tallor), providing visual aids all the while.
We finally kicked the motherfucker’s door in at 6:30 that morning, and it had been worse than we could’ve imagined.
The worst part wasn’t Tallor’s questionable taste in art; the cartoon drawings and black and white photos of children that adorned his walls. It wasn’t the gigabytes upon gigabytes of illicit material we found on Tallor’s devices once we’d dragged him out of the dingy apartment, handcuffed and blubbering like a plate of flan.
The worst part was the girl he’d been on top of when that door splintered to bits. A pale mountain of flesh in skidmarked tightey whiteys, straddling an unconscious, waifish thing on a dirty mattress.
As of now, several hours later, she still hadn’t woken up.
Which brought us to this moment. Tallor stared off into space, still sweating despite the room’s near frigid temperature, still pawing at his handcuffed wrist. I slapped the table, hard. The sound of flesh on cold metal reverberated through the room.
Tallor jumped, handcuff rattling, chair nearly falling over backwards. He seemed to jiggle faster now, like the fear and adrenaline elicited a physical response.
“Listen Edwin…” I started, my voice a low growl. “We’ve got you dead to rights. We’ve got your messages with our agent, the one that you thought was a 13 year old.” Tallor’s white face reddened with shame.
“You were on top of that poor girl, we’ve looked at your computer… We can sit here and play with ourselves for all I care. But if you’ve got any interest in making things even a little better for yourself, now’s the time to start cooperating.”
Tallor kept his eyes downcast, fixed on the floor. His shaky breathing the only response to my tirade.
The truth was, we did need the fat man to start spilling his guts. So far, we hadn’t been able to find any information on the girl while she remained in his unconscious state. She didn’t match the physical description of any missing kids in any local municipalities.
Until she came to, Tallor was our only shot at getting anything.
“The girl!” I shouted. “Where did she come from? Who is she?”
A grimace crossed Tallor’s face. His round head began to shake from side to side. Finally, he spoke.
“I guess… she’s still asleep then.” The large man’s voice was soft and meek, with an otherworldly effeminate quality.
I raised an eyebrow.
Suddenly, he snapped his face forward to lock eyes with me. “Is she here? Is she at the hospital?” His voice became frenzied, eyes going wild. Tallor made a move to stand, shifting the entire table as he did so. The veins in his neck bulged as his eyes darted around the room.
I jumped to my feet, rushing over and grabbing his free arm to force him back down. “Hey!” I screamed. “Sit your fucking ass down motherfucker.” His arm was damp with sweat and felt malleable, like wet clay.
Tallor did as he was told, but that manic look didn’t leave his eyes.
“Please, please.” He murmured as he returned to a seated position. “You have to keep her mouth covered. Keep her… keep her eyes closed. Keep her restrained.”
I sneered at him in disgust, fighting the urge to rear back and rearrange some of his teeth.
“Because…” Tallor continued, his voice catching in his throat. “If she wakes up, everyone’s going to die.”
I scoffed, unable to help myself. “Is that a threat?”
“Please sir.” He continued pleading his case. “Please. You have to believe me. I know I’ve been bad. I know I’ve been a bad man. But that girl…”
Tears welled in Tallor’s eyes.
He was crazier than I thought. I figured my usual strong arm approach wasn’t gonna do me any good. I needed him to start spewing. Hopefully I’d be able to get my licks in later on, once the situation was a little more under our control.
“Listen Edwin…” I released my grip on his arm and made my way back to the other side of the table. Tallor cradled his shiny head in his free hand. “We want to help her. We want to figure out what’s going on, who she is. She’s been taken to the hospital, we have officers with her and doctors working. We’re all hoping she wakes up.”
Tallor began shaking his head. I continued. “I’m not gonna insult your intelligence: It’s not looking good for you. But listen. You tell us what happened, a bit about her, that cooperation could help you in the long run. I know you can tell us who she is, Edwin. What’s her name?”
Tallor began mumbling to himself. “If she’s at the hospital, then maybe I’m… maybe she won’t…” “Hey, hey.” I interrupted. “Edwin, come on. Focus.”
Tallor still kept his eyes averted, but he spoke clearly. “Once I met her, once I saw her, I just couldn’t… I mean, I’ve never been able to… They’re just so beautiful when they’re like that. Like her. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
I sucked my teeth, keeping my comments and my hands to myself.
“Serlana.” The word left his mouth after a beat. I waited for him to continue. He didn’t.
“What is that? What does that mean?”
“It’s her name.” The egg-man finally answered. “Thats her name. She’s not… she’s not right. She’s not from this… place.”
“Jesus fucking Christ…” I muttered.
“Didn’t you people notice?” Tallor continued. “When you took her. When you got her to the hospital. Her skin, it’s so grey. Her arms and legs, her fingers. They’re longer than ours. Maybe at first, maybe you can’t see it. But the lounger you look at her. And her mouth, her teeth… Her eyes.”
I thought about what he was saying. Truth told, I hadn’t looked that closely at the girl when we’d rescued her from Tallor’s clutches earlier in the day. The scene had been an absolute madhouse, and she had been quickly shuffled into an ambulance. To what I could recollect, her skin certainly hadn’t been vibrant and glowing. But she’d been living in hellish conditions for god knew how long. No one would look healthy under those circumstances.
But elongated digits and limbs? An… unnatural mouth? Tallor was off his fucking rocker.
“She’s not like us. They’re not like us.” I ran my hand over my face in confused exasperation.
Tallor continued. “Thats why I had to keep her sedated, keep her eyes covered. Because if I didn’t, she’d be able to call out to… her. Her mother…”
Tallor let the words hang in the air a moment.
“I shouldn’t have taken her. I just… when we talked, when we spoke, I fell in love. I’ve always wanted to love a girl like her. But when I saw what she was, met her mother… I should’ve left it alone.”
My mouth contorted into an expression of disgust and further confusion as Tallor slowly raised his head, a look of pure anguish on his face. Anguish, or fear?
“Haven’t you ever done anything stupid for love?”
I couldn’t help it. I nearly leapt over the table and grabbed Tallor by the scruff of his shirt with one hand and wrapped the other around his pudgy neck. “I don’t love little girls, you sick fuck.”
The fat egg man wriggled like jello as his cold sweat flopped in all directions.
I glanced up at the interrogation room’s camera. I really didn’t need another incident like this going on my record. I’d always had trouble keeping my cool when it came to pieces of shit like Tallor. Slapping them in cuffs and sending them on their way after a comfortable interview never felt like punishment enough.
I tightened my grip as he sputtered.
“No more games, no more fucking bullshit. I tried to hear you out, and you’re hitting me back with some nonsense. Let’s focus on the parts that make sense. You ‘talked.’ When, where, how? You met this girl’s mother? Get your shit together and tell me...
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