Chapter 4 – An Orphan Child(4)

Damn weather, it makes you go crazy, Taylor. Snap back…! he kept arguing with himself.

Meanwhile, something didn't allow him to properly snap back. And that something was the image probably common any other day, not that rainy and cold night.

Near that dog there was a frightened cat cramped in a small crack in the old, mouldy wall, at less than three steps away from him. The cat looked at him with fear as if she thought her end was there. Still, the hound didn't even care about her, which was strange.

Instead of doing what any canine representative of the species would do - actually crazy enough to sit outside at that time - try to warm up his body running after that cat or at least bark and howl at her to keep alive the never ending game between dogs and cats, this strange big guy sat quietly, spying the house at number 3 on Moon Street. As if the fate of humanity depended on that.

Howbeit the strangest thing was that the dog seemed to be hiding from someone. Probably from the people inside, because when the curtain was touched letting sparks of light from inside out, the wolf-dog pulled away into a murky corner so he couldn't be seen. After a few moments, he returned to the same place where he was a few moments ago.

An event, somehow interesting for Gangsley, in which if he let himself trapped, he'd surely go insane. Fortunately, everything ended when the three officers got close to the animal less than twenty steps, and he, feeling spotted, briefly looked at the officers and went away as if his reaction were normal.

Impossible to be a wolf, because there can't be wolves there, not even on the outskirts of London. And in no case so gentle. But ... if I were to think better ... his behaviour was unusual, even for a dog, Officer Taylor kept getting lost in his thoughts anxiously.

Nonetheless, he calmed down and interrupted his overwhelming thoughts when the two flashes in the beast's eyes went out completely. And with those flashes, every evil thought in his mind faded away too.

He couldn't feel nervous anymore. He didn't even hear Jones who was frightened.

'Wolf ..." Jones said.

'Wolf my ass. Do you think a wolf is so sweet?"

'Yes, if he were under a spell ..."

'You speak rubbish about enchanted and cursed stuff. There's no such thing. He was a dog, so get your mind right because you're not a kid anymore. You're a real man!"

But Officer Jones couldn't calm down.

'Nowadays, when people disappear without a trace, when they're found after months, dead, without wounds or bleeding, even something commonplace like ‘dog' which doesn't behave normally, sitting in a cloudburst like this has to terrify us. You are the only blind, Gangsley..."

"Quit fooling around," snapped Officer Taylor.

At any rate, if Gangsley Taylor saw the creature that just left, without skin and flesh he once had, on muzzle, ribs and back legs, he'd surely agree with Jones. Anyone would agree with him ...

'This cold freezes our mind and eyes. We'd better get inside," officer Taylor suggested, given that in the obscurity over England, he couldn't see what kind of creature was around them a short time before.

'Two features of forensics guys," the third officer remarked with pain in his voice ... Smith Smithson.

'I hope we haven't got here too late. I know we came quickly ... as quickly as we could. I hope who once loved each other didn't get to hate each other. I know booze takes over minds, but ..." Jones mumbled almost for himself.

Still and all, Officer Gangsley's face seemed to respond to the other two. It looked like displaying the entire sad event that occurred that horrid, depressing night. A night that opened the door to misunderstandings and covert events, a night when innocent people left this world.

The three officers entered the small door creaking from the joints as if it broke into pieces at any touch, and entered one of the most arranged houses in that neighbourhood of London. The house at number 3.

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