The First Suspect

She started making a stir-fry with whole wheat bread, butter, and fresh vegetables. She opened the fridge and took out some orange juice. As she closed the door, she almost had a heart attack. Marek was standing directly behind them. He started to laugh. This infuriated Patricia. “I hope we don't have a repeat of your nudity prank tonight?! Or that you won't point your "gun" at me."

Marek blushed. Silently, without a word, he moved behind the bar and sat down. "It wasn't a joke. That was an accident.” Patricia raised an eyebrow. She took one of the glasses in her hand and placed it directly in front of Marek already filled with juice. "Tell that to the hay eater. I'm not stupid. I think you have nefarious intentions.” He shook his head. He denied it again and bowed his face. He didn't add anything more and just started eating.

After breakfast, they got dressed for work. She put on her short wig again, which turned her into a black-haired detective. At least now that it's autumn, the bob served as a hat. It kept her head nice and warm.

Today they revisited one of the old crime scenes and again and again ended up deadlocked with any new clues like the first time. "And nothing!" Patricia had only been here for a few days, but she had only managed to collect the bare minimum of clues that would lead them to the killer.

As they fussed about cleaning, enjoying a cooked warm meal, Marek began to feel as if they were an old married couple who had lived together for several decades. They got an idea. They really wanted to execute the bait game. Patricia herself was a short slender figured of around 150 centimeters, perfect for the game, and even looked like a child. Pale porcelain skin, and a small face with big eyes helped.

Marek grabbed the phone and called someone. The blondie with blue eyes returned and with him his briefcase. He shook a long blond curly wig with him. Marek's police colleague brought her a doll's dress. She disappeared to change. After five minutes, there was a shout from the room that she was definitely not going to wear the damn dress.

Patricia ordered Marek to call the culprit who brought her such an abomination to change clothes. He immediately bolted for the door. Patricia just stuck her head out. “Did you get this dress from a cosplay shop?” The young police officer was left confused. She revealed his secret place. He started stuttering and bolted away.

Then she disappeared again behind the door of the room. And when the door finally flew open, everyone was surprised. "Hey guys! Goldilocks is here! Where's my stick, I have to go look after my sheep." After finishing the sentence, they started laughing completely.

She wore a blue dress with a white embroidered apron. Fortunately, they also equipped her with a secret microphone, so that they could contact her at any time and talk to her, or warn her. Even a tracking bug that just by pressing a button would immediately start transmitting a GPS signal and they were able to locate it.

Every evening from five to eight she walked around the city with Marek and two other policemen behind her heels. Days passed and nothing happened. Everyone was disappointed by the failure. She suspected that as long as he had another victim, he would not attempt another kidnapping.

Patricia got a little depressed. She knew the girl was still alive until they found her body. But at least they had a list of names of people who regularly and suspiciously showed up at crime scenes. Patricia needed to lay Goldilocks to rest until they beat all the suspects. Marek noticed the first indications on Patricia that she was losing her stamina, tiredness had already overtaken her from her daily work.

The first suspect to be targeted was Mr. Grazer. He lived suspiciously close to those sad "shrines" where the bodies of the poor girls were found. They knocked on the door and a gaunt old gentleman appeared between them. He measured them both up and down. With a grumpy look, he sent them away first and tried to slam the door in their faces.

Marek immediately stopped him and defeated him with one hand. That was cool. Of course, he was stronger than that thin old man. His pectoral muscles bulged out enough to show through his tight t-shirt. Patricia's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Immediately after that, a sly grin appeared on her face. When the old man let go and they both entered the apartment, she couldn't forgive herself for a teasing remark. “I suppose you'll need C-cups.” She giggled. Marek only managed to grunt. Let's face it, she was a little bit of a bitch.

The apartment was dark and dirty. The kitchen, living room, and bedroom were located in the same room. It looked like a studio apartment. The window on the right was covered with some kind of cloth as a curtain. Directly below the window stood a small gray-blue kitchen board with an old communist double-plate on it.
Even so, it looked like he hadn't used it in years. The opposite side served as a dining area together with a living area. A very tiny table with a paper tablecloth on it with a black and white TV. There stood a bed directly opposite the entrance and the door to the bathroom nearby. He had all kinds of knives and weapons of different sizes and shapes displayed on the walls. Patricia immediately noticed that one of the knives was missing, but she preferred not to even bother.

The first victim was stabbed to death. Marek and Patricia looked at each other. The man sat on the bed and put his hands on his knees. "So why did you come to me?" Marek approached. "We just want to ask you why you appeared more than once at crime scenes. The same day the bodies were found."

The old man began to laugh with pleasure. "I'm a hunter, as soon as I heard about the girl who was stabbed, I wanted to see those knife holes. As you can see, I adore collecting knives and everything around them, including information. I was just interested in it."

Patricia stepped out from behind Marek. "If you're telling the truth, why did you show up at the other crime scenes, even though the girls died in different ways?" The old man stood up nervously. "How should I have guessed in what way they were taken from this world? I was just wondering if it was done the same way; by stabbing. I was wrong, The other girls didn't die like the first one."

That was enough information for them from him for now. They left the grumpy old guy's apartment. Patricia, however, did not have a good feeling about him, just like Marek. “He could be a possible killer and he used one of his knives. I also saw a weapon that could have been used in the case of Margareta Hanzalova.” Patricia nodded and pulled out a list with the rest of the suspects' names.