How To Go Back in Time Book One: Chapter Three

THE PRESENT
“She said it was Satan.” Paul added.
“Did she see where he ran off to? I mean, if we trace his footsteps that’ll lead us right to him. I
assume this town has traffic cameras, correct?” I said.
James perked up. “All we’d need is just a map of the area. Start checking areas one by one.”
“He disappeared.” Paul said. “One second he was there, the other he was gone.”
“Well, does he live around here?” I asked. “I mean, I’d like to know how far away he traveled.”
James perked up and said, “The suspect never mentioned a vehicle. If he walked here then
CCTV would’ve caught him with the body.”
“True.” I said. “But we don’t know who he is. Why not trace the victim?”
A smile crossed Paul’s face. It seemed he had heard me. “The victim’s Roland Harring—can’t
believe we haven’t told you.” He face palmed. “God, we haven’t even told the news to his parents.”
“Then that’s our next stop.” I said. “They can help us.”
* * *
There we were. Parked outside the Harring’s house. It looked nice. A two-story villa in the only
rich neighborhood in town. The shades painted a beautiful brown, and the house a pale, dusty orange.
No windows cracked. No overgrown jungle vibe. Just a sterile, boring, house.
Breaking the news wouldn’t be easy. We just walzted up to the door knowing what kind of doom
we would bring. A life has been gone forever, and will never return. Though may it’s spirit roam in the
plains of the Earth. For that, we can at least hope.
So he cried. I watched a grown man cry, and it never gets easy the hundredth time. At the end of
the day, the only thing you can hope is that you find the person responsible. But even then, it’s not
solved. You have to go deep into silence to hear your loved one’s again.
“If there’s anything you know that could help us, please do tell.” Paul said. He sat on the couch
across from crying mom and dad. I stood in the back, watching.
“He had a favorite spot.” Mom said.
“And what was that?”
“Ah, fuck, Gerald—what was the address?”
“4421 East Crow. He never told us what it was.”
“Got it.” Paul said, standing up. We walked out with sour looks on our faces. Neither of us
feeling good about the day. But, hey, we had made some small progress. One step further down the
road that would take us to solving this damn thing. Hopefully not too many lives would be lost.