Chapter 169: One Last Help
Rory clutched her chest. She understood that Roisin must have called the cops because she knew the killer was in her house.
"What happened to her?" Rory asked.
"Did anyone ever tell you how Roisin died, Rori?" Ian asked.
"No... Did the serial killer, um-Lennon get her?" Rori asked.
"That’s where it gets difficult. She was found with her throat slit in her bedroom. Lennon was in the house, and he said that he knew nothing. He was just a little boy with flushed cheeks and bright eyes. They believed his tears for his mother. A day later, a man named James Hall surrendered to the police and confessed that he was the "Soulless Reaper" and~"
"Wait...So a man who was killing gingers was nicknamed the soulless reaper? What does that mean? That he reaped those who are soulless? Ah, the discrimination my kind feels! Do you see that, Ian? No one even cares for us. We are~"
"Oh, shut it!" Ian was so annoyed. "Is that really important? Maybe they called him that because they thought he was soulless..." He let out a sigh.
"So... Lennon was never in the suspect list and within a month, he was sent here to be with his "father"...."Rory said.
He never was Grandpa Roberts’ son. Maybe Roisin told him about her dead son and his father. Maybe Lennon wanted to live a different life and got here. And even here, he couldn’t stop what he started there... Being a killer.
"Yes... And James Hall was a sixty-two-year-old man who was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He confessed that killing women was his dream and he decided to act on it as he didn’t have much time left to live... He died while he was waiting for his execution," Ian said.
"Was James Hall framed by Lennon?" Rory asked.
Even now Lennon is doing the same. It must be his M.O. If he could get to do that when he was just twelve years old, how clever he would act with all the money he had and all those connections?