TMA - Chapter 3 Part 1


SILVER BULLET


part 1

Ben parted with Miller and arrived at his flat. He turned on his laptop to get rid of the anxious feeling. They've only got one job but how come they didn't own the skill for it? The flickering cursor on the search bar became burdensome now. Ben started to type something on the keyboard although he wasn't sure himself where to start.

He typed O'Donoughue, Miller's surname, and waited for the people with the same last name appeared on the screen. Nothing suspicious. O'Donoughue is a unique name and there were many people with the same last name. Made it harder to get the information he was looking for.



He just clicked without paying much attention until he was convinced.

No SNS nor personal homepage, nothing. In this modern era, it feels strange if he didn't own any of that. But it'd make much more sense that there's nothing under his name found because he could really pretend to be human and why would he needs them if he wasn't a human, to begin with.

Ben was sure Miller's not a human until something caught his attention just in time. A personal homepage.

He clicked on the homepage and saw something that blew his mind. 'What a crazy bastard'.

He classified over 240 cigarette brands. Also classified the ocean salinity in London but above all, the most remarkable one is where he explained he could tell what the other person has done the day before according to what kind of coat and shoes he wore. This person must suffer from some disease. Delusional.
 
'He's not even Sherlock Holmes'.

Even Sherlock Holmes is more acceptable since it was just fiction but someone doing it in real life? That's insane.

The owner of this homepage must be Sherlock Holmes maniac or else he must be delusional that he thought he's the real Sherlock Holmes.

Ben got all excited about the homepage beside the fact that the owner was one crazy motherfucker. The inferences that were written on the homepage were fun to read, also Ben believed the owner of this homepage must think he's a genius.

Even though Ben found it suspicious he couldn't stop checking out the homepage. Scammer. This word lingered on Ben's lips after he finished reading words by words written on the homepage.

He checked the homepage's owner's name. On the introduction column at the bottom on the main page of the homepage, there, written Aidan O'Donoughue and Detective as the job.

Ben didn't stop clicking everything on the homepage one after another until he stopped in a specific part. He finally found one content from the homepage to begin his research. Written by the owner's homepage on the personal chat column. It's only one short line yet they caught Ben's eyes the most.

[Why does Miller have to butt in on the fun job I'm about to do?]

He could be talking about other Miller but both shared the same surname it's somehow feel connected. The owner seemed to hold grudge against Miller.

Although Ben only met Miller twice but rather than a person who deserves to get compliments he's more of a person who deserves to get criticized.

Ben touched his chin whilst humming to himself. He then clicked on a link to a blog at the left on the bottom of the homepage.

It was a personal blog under the name 'Daniel Johnson'. Together with O'Donoughue, Johnson solved quite many cases then organized them before he put it on his personal blog.

Some cases he's personally requested to solve by O'Donoughue and other cases he got from Yard. Unlike Aidan O'Donoughue's homepage, Johnson's blog was more subjective and filled with personal opinion. There's an overflowing affection Daniel Johnson had for Aidan O'Donoughue judging by his writings.

On a final note, Ben assumed that the owner of the homepage and the owner of the blog must be in some kind of romantic relationship. He got even more curious about them at the same time. To be more specific, he felt like these two would've known Miller O'Donoughue so he wished he could meet them.

Ben didn't miss a single thing from Aidan O'Donoughue's homepage that night. He read all of them and once again convinced that the man was indeed out of his mind.

Ben went out to visit a flat address he got from Aidan O'Donoughue's homepage the next morning.

Stood still in front of the door, Ben stunned when he saw the words written on a wood door painted in dark green color. He pulled up the collar of his jacket to protect him from the blowing wind.

He did find the address from the homepage but he couldn't just show up in front of some stranger's door out of the blue.

For a while, Ben couldn't stop his body from moving restlessly in front of the main door. Press the bell or not to press the bell? It was such a hard decision from Ben that day. What should he say once he comes inside? 'I came here to find out more about Miller O'Donoughue' doesn't sound like a proper greeting to someone you've just met. He must think Ben as some creepy guy.

The things he's been worrying on his way here inside the taxi started to haunt his head again. It's hard to strategize how to approach your opponent when you're given no clue on what kind of person you're facing.

He wasted another couple of minutes standing in front of the door before he made a life-changing decision. He took a quick glance at the sky, let out a sigh, and pressed the bell.

Biiii

It didn't take a while until someone opened the door after the bell rang.

A chubby man welcomed Ben at the other side of the door. The height was a bit shorter than Ben. He scanned Ben from head to toe. With a small smile on the other man's face, Ben was sure that he's with Daniel Johnson now.

“New case?”

Asked Daniel without a doubt. Well, was there any better reason behind Ben's visit other than a new case?

“Ah, yes. I have a request if it's okay with you?”

He used the lie he'd spent the time to prepare like it's nothing. Daniel moved his head a bit. After he scanned Ben from his head to toe for the second time, he opened the door wider for Ben to come inside.

Ben followed Daniel. He went up through a narrow stair and finally got inside. The living room was dark. The wall was painted in a dark shade and the curtains were all put down with London's cloudy sky it felt like nighttime in the middle of the day.

Ben was looking here and there when Daniel told him to have a seat.

“Please, have a seat.”
 
“Aidan O'Donoughueㅡ”

Ben was about to ask for Aidan O'Donoughue's when a tall man opened the door and came out of the room. He closed his mouth.

Dressed in a green-ish nightgown, the man didn't seem to expect a guest when he's still in his bedwear. The atmosphere inside the house was pretty chilly with one man stood nervously. Surely not a good first impression of their first encounter. Ben then recognized the same smell he smelled yesterday from the man's direction. The man was tall and he's got long hair that covered his eyes. Ben couldn't really tell if he's originally had curly hair or he deliberately permed them. He didn't really style his hair and just kind of left it as it was. You can actually tell one's personality by looking at how he styles his hair. Tall and pale skin, they reminded Ben of someone.

“What kind of case is it?”

“Should I call it a serial killer case? There are many blunt cases  at some alleys in London, lately.”

Ben explained the case he read in the newspaper a few days ago naturally. Whether he was listening to Ben when he mentioned his name or not, he just acted like nothing happened and sat on the couch with his eyes locked on his phone's screen.

Ben waited patiently for Aidan O'Donoughue to be done with whatever he's doing on his phone.

Ben unconsciously swallowed his own saliva when suddenly a pair of green eyes sharply stared at him. That one weird case from the homepage popped up in his head at the same time.



O'Donoughue who had been watching Ben saw everything and smirked.

“Oh, so you know this case quite well. Only authorized personnel knew about the weapon used.”

“I belong to Yard.”

Answered Ben slowly. He licked his dry lips with his tongue. Aidan O'Donoughue gave another smirk. Ben clenched his hand as he felt like Aidan was looking down upon him.

“So it was you, wasn't it? You visited my homepage until dawn today. Am I right?”


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