HEAVY MANE

Rainfall: 1.357 inches

I somehow managed to drag myself to the police station. Was I the Origami Killer? I obviously couldn’t say that. Instead I decided to just report Shaun’s disappearance.

“At what time did you realize Shaun was gone?” the police officer asked.

“About 7:00. I woke up after a blackout.”

“A blackout?”

“I couldn’t remember anything. The next thing you know, Shaun was gone.” Another more intimidating man started to interrogate me as well.

“What time did you arrive at the park?”

“About 4:00.”

“Ethan, do you remember what Shaun was wearing?”

“No, I don’t...”

“Are you holding something from me?”

“Blake, stop, the man has been through a lot.” a voice with a Manehattan accent scoffed at the interrogator.

“Shut your horse mouth, Greymane. This isn’t your business.” the interrogator, apparently named Blake, jeered infuriatingly.

“Ethan!” a familiar voice shouted. I spun around in the swivel chair to find Grace, panicking.

“Wasn’t Jason’s death enough? It felt as if I was punched in the gut. Grace backed away after viewing my morbid expression. The other suited man Greymane began to talk with a calm expression.

“Well, Mr. Mars, it looks as if Shaun probably ran away. It isn’t like there haven’t been problems before...”

“Well, I have a suspicion it could possibly be the Origami Killer.” Grace nearly fainted as I watched her in the corner of my eye.

“I’m pretty sure he just ran away-” Graymane reassured before I cut him off.

“What if it was the Origami Killer?”

“I’m pretty sure it wasn’t-”

“But what if it was?” I insistently asked, partially exposing my overall nervousness of the situation.

“Then your son has four days to live.”