Buried: Mystery Series (My Murder Mysteries #2) Read Online Free Page A

murderer and who it could be, like I always do. I was trying to create a profile in my mind of this psychopath: the suspect was probably male, had a very disturbed past, and was reasonably intelligent. I could not think of anything else. What possible motive could there be for murdering these innocent people? Perhaps there was no motive – perhaps they were driven and motivated by their excitement in killing a human being.
    I arrived at the station, and Patricia approached me.
    "Tammy, there is someone here who wants to speak to you." she said, pointing to a woman who appeared to be in her fifties.
    I walked over to the woman, and it was clear to me she was a relative of one of the victims. Her eyes were red and she had obviously received some traumatic and devastating news, although she probably expected that news already, deep down.
    "Hello," I said, approaching her as kindly and in as friendly a manner as I possibly could.
    "Are you the one working on the Kieran Bradley case?" she asked.
    It suddenly hit me. She must have been Kieran Bradley's mother, the one who was killed when he was fourteen.
    "I am," I replied, trying not to show my emotions too much.
    "Well, I need to talk to you about something," she said.
    "Take your time," I told her, allowing her to sit down and talk to me somewhere private, in the soft interview room.
    "So, what is it you want to talk to me about?" I asked her, after offering her some coffee. She had refused, as she just wanted to get this conversation over with.
    "I might have a little bit of information to give you about the murders," she said. "There were eight more, weren't there?" she asked.
    "There were eight in total," I replied.
    After hearing that, she gasped, and her hand ran down her fragile face. She was bewildered at the fact that her son had died at the hands of a psychotic serial killer.
    "Were they all young boys?" was her next question.
    "No," was my straight answer. "There were also some women, and the victims were of different ages. Some were old, some were young, and others were middle-aged."
    "So why did he pick my son?" she said, trying not to shout too loud.
    "I'm trying my best to get to the bottom of that, I really am, but for now I need as much information as I possibly can," I replied, trying to keep the poor woman as calm as possible.
    "That's why I'm here," she said. "I've got an idea about who the killer might be," she said.
    "Go on," I said, becoming rather excited.
    "Well, the killer might, just might be Ian Green."
    "Who is he?"
    "He's that strange man who used to live near us. I don't know where he lives now."
    "And why do you think he's the killer?"
    "Well, I remember back to when I had a conversation with my son. It was one of the last conversations I had...
    “It was a normal day, and I was dropping Kieran off at school in the car. Before he left, he talked to me about Ian Green. He pointed him out. At that point Ian was talking to some young children. He must have been in his twenties back then! Anyway, Kieran started saying things about him.
    “'That's the one who talks about killing people all of the time', he told me.
    “'That one who is talking to the kids right now?' I asked him.
    “'Yeah. He's always talking about how he would want to die, and if he were to kill someone, he would torture them and bury them alive.'
    “'Well, there is clearly something seriously wrong with that man. Why does he come here? He looks too old to go to school!'
    “'The teachers have shooed him away a few times, but he keeps coming back.'
    “'Why?'
    “'I don't know. Nobody really talks to him. I suppose he just likes it here.'
    “Kieran then got out of the car, and as he went into school Ian turned around and watched him enter. As the door closed, he went back to his conversation."
    I was writing notes down at this point. I had finally gotten a new lead.
    "Why didn't you come forward about this before?" I asked her.
    "Because I forgot all about it. I was more concerned