The Pickled Egg

A story, written by thine truly whilst not a little tickled by ale...

(warning... explicit material ahead)

They never caught the rapist, because the girls always died the same night. There had been 15 of them in total, spread out across Japan. There should have been an outcry in the national press, but there wasn't. There should have been thorough police investigations, but there weren't. They should have caught him, but they didn't.

Had the police been more on the ball, they would have realised that all the victims had something in common - they all had a best friend called Yumiko. The fact that the 1st, 5th, 10th and 15th girls were raped in their houses passed the police by. The fact that the 2nd, 4th, 6th and 8th girls were raped in hotels passed the police by. The fact that the rest were each raped in cities containing 6 letters also passed the police by.

On more than one occasion, the police officer in charge of the investigation unknowingly met the rapist. On two occasions, and with no solid reasons to back up his claim, the same police officer made in-house statements claiming that the rapist was someone from a metropolis, and was likely unemployed. Had he an ounce of nouse, he would have realised that the person they were looking for worked for a respectable University, lived in a smallish town and raped the girls unseen, which enabled him to leave and then be first on the scene to comfort the victims.

posted by Kenyon @ 7:28 pm