“Leo, get ready, I know who will help us.” Alan. He has recordings from surveillance cameras where he saw her real. He knows who she is. Let’s go.
They broke into a pre-trial detention center as if they were catching Osama bin Laden. Ralph sat at the table with his head bowed and snoring lingeringly. The door to the cell was ajar. Sam jerked it open and flew into the room. Alan lay on the floor in a pool of his own blood.
— your mother! They cried out synchronously.
“Go wake up Ralph, and I’ll call, oh, you’re an expert on who to call here.” Leo, what's going on?
“I don’t know, but we found out ...” he didn’t have time to finish, as he grabbed his throat and fell to the floor with gurgling sounds.
— Hi Sam. We need to talk, ”came a high female voice behind her. “You have to help me.”
Sam pressed into the wall as tightly as possible, his face turned white with fear and outwardly no different from the face of the ghost Kate Rhys-Jones.
“What do you want?” He muttered in a weak voice.
— Justice. My sister, Sophie, cut the reins of the horse and killed me, and Elizabeth covered everything up and pretended that there was nothing. — What do you want? He repeated again, as if in a fog.
“I will become the Queen of England and you will help me with this.”
— Thanks Ralph, I hope we finish soon.
Alan eagerly fell to the water bottle and in one gulp emptied it, twisting and mooing in pain. The face gradually began to swell and talk became more and more difficult, but he understood that if he did not tell everything as it really was, then no one would help him. I had to continue the story through pain and blood.
— I put cameras all over the apartment to watch her at work, on the road or at a party. Plus, I threw a tracking device into her purse. In the afternoon, everything was as usual, she cleaned the house, cooked, went to the shops, but when I arrived in the evening I became different. Cold. No, our relationship was excellent, if I may call it that. She was affectionate, caring and kind with me, and I. And I looked at her and did not recognize the one I loved in that bar. Every day everything was the same until I had to leave on business for a few weeks. Then I charged all the cameras and turned them on for round-the-clock recording. That's when I saw everything.
— What have you seen? Don’t languish already! — Sam was all cocked, he was eager to find out the continuation of this story.
A phone call interrupted their conversation.
— Sam, this is Leo. The results of the examination came. You should take a look.
— Leo, I can’t come now, tell me what’s there?
— Sorry, I can’t, I meet this for the first time and can’t explain. You have to come now!
— Damn you, I'm going. Wait, I'll be there in half an hour.
Chapter 3
Sam didn’t knock into the medical examiner's office.
— Leo, what about you? I was just interrogating the defendant and he split. What is the result?
“See for yourself, I don’t know how to explain this.” — Leo handed the conclusion of the examination.
Sam began to read the conclusion and after reading to the end he froze in bewilderment.
“Could there be a mistake?” Have you checked everything carefully?
“You know us, I would not call you if I were not sure of what is written here.” On the wall was the blood of the defendant, that's right. But this is not what confuses me, ”Leo hesitated, trying to find the words,“ there was still the blood of the victim, but it was rather strange, it seemed that this blood was already decades old, that is, it was fresh, but at the same time very old. We compared it to a database and found that the blood belonged to a certain Kate Rhys-Jones, the sister of Sophie Rhys-Jones, now known as the Countess of Wessex, who is married to Prince Edward. On the walls of the bunker is the blood of the royal family. Before calling you, I made inquiries. Kate Rhys-Jones died at the age of nineteen. She fell from a horse and broke her neck, at least that is the official version. However, there were rumors that they had helped her fall. In itself, she was rather withdrawn and had little contact with anyone.I spent hours in libraries, studied various sciences, including esoteric ones. The royal family decided to keep everything secret and announced the version of the accident. Sam, do you understand that this does not happen? Yes, I didn’t tell you the most important thing. On the wall was not only the blood of Alan and Elizabeth, that is, Kate. We discovered another mysterious substance. Something I’ve never seen before. Rummaging through the archives, I came to the conclusion that this substance has nothing to do with science. I am pretty sure this is ectoplasm.
Sam looked inquiringly at his friend and tried to understand his words, but apart from the definition from a biology textbook that ectoplasm is the outer layer of cellular cytoplasm, which has a higher density compared to its inner layer, nothing else came to mind.
— So you found particles of cells on the wall?
Leo sighed heavily.
“Not really.” This substance does not belong to the human body, but judging by its appearance, this is the very ectoplasm of which the ghosts consist.
Sam clasped his head in his hands.
— Leo, you are crazy. What ghosts? What is Kate Rhys-Jones? This is the first time I hear about such a girl. I know the victim's name was Elizabeth Taylor.
— This is an actress who died a few years ago as an old grandmother. Do you have a photo of Kate / Elizabeth?
Sam reached into his jacket’s inner pocket and retrieved the photo of the girl he had been looking for without stopping for so long. Thoughts in the head did not stop beating on the skull, the head cracked. Ghosts? A member of the royal family who died many years ago? Actress? Who is she? Alan! That's who can shed light on this story.
“Leo, get ready, I know who will help us.” Alan. He has recordings from surveillance cameras where he saw her real. He knows who she is. Let’s go.
They broke into a pre-trial detention center as if they were catching Osama bin Laden. Ralph sat at the table with his head bowed and snoring lingeringly. The door to the cell was ajar. Sam jerked it open and flew into the room. Alan lay on the floor in a pool of his own blood.
— your mother! They cried out synchronously.
“Go wake up Ralph, and I’ll call, oh, you’re an expert on who to call here.” Leo, what's going on?
“I don’t know, but we found out ...” he didn’t have time to finish, as he grabbed his throat and fell to the floor with gurgling sounds.
— Hi Sam. We need to talk, ”came a high female voice behind her. “You have to help me.”
Sam pressed into the wall as tightly as possible, his face turned white with fear and outwardly no different from the face of the ghost Kate Rhys-Jones.
“What do you want?” He muttered in a weak voice.
— Justice. My sister, Sophie, cut the reins of the horse and killed me, and Elizabeth covered everything up and pretended that there was nothing. — What do you want? He repeated again, as if in a fog.
“I will become the Queen of England and you will help me with this.”
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