Chapter 7 The REVEALER
Lina's POV
I have this strange feeling that Kate might be useful in this case, so I thought of approaching her with the suggestion of joining my team.
Obviously, I can't do this alone. Not with what I've been hearing so far.
These people know more than I know, they see more than I can see, and they think far beyond this realm.
This is not like every other case that I've successfully handled myself. No, this one is different, and I need these people.
“Kate, I’m building a team. I need people like you, people who are very close to the victims and somehow they know what others don't know.” I began,
“Okay?” she mumbled, with a puzzling gaze.
“What I'm getting at is this; I need you, Kate, I want you to be a part of this investigation. Please don't say no, you've got something I've been looking for.” I sighed.
“What?” Kate blurted with a scoff, then she hesitated a bit.
“Look, I know this is too much to ask for, but you've got a point when you say this isn't a case where guns and bullets can fight. I know I might not get a response now, but you can think over it, right?” I urged.
“I…I’m sorry, Detective, but you've to understand that I'm not built for investigations. My field of study doesn't even correspond with it. I’m just… I help people after they’ve already broken.” Kate insisted.
“And I'm about to be broken! But you can fix me, right? I'm not concerned about your field of study, all I need is a hand…just an assistance.” I hinted.
“I don’t believe in mixing therapy with police work.” Kate smirked, her voice was flat and revealing of no emotion.
“Kate,” I sighed, reaching for her hands across the table and holding them into my palms. “You clearly just said this isn't some police shit, you're seeing something I can't see and I want you to be my eyes in this!” I blurted smoothly, almost too vulnerably.
“What! No…. I'm…I'm sorry, I can't involve myself in this.” Kate blurted, yanking her hands away from mine.
“You might want to think about it, Kate.” I pushed forward with an uneasy tone.
“No, I'm not thinking about nothing. This is beyond this earth—I can't risk it.” She choked.
“So what are you gonna do? Keep lying to the victim's Mom that her child is fine, when clearly, we ain't even sure if the kids are still breathing somewhere.” I retorted.
“We're not lying, detective. It's a therapy protocol!” She roared.
“Oh come on, Kate. It's all the same. Giving it a fashionable title doesn't still mean her daughter is fine. You're all lying to her.” I pushed further.
“I don't think I'm ready to do this now, detective.” Kate hissed.
“I assume you'll think about it, Kate.” I assumed, while I stood up to leave
“It's nice speaking with you.” I shrieked, stretching my hand across her desk for a handshake.
She hesitated before shaking me, I must have said a lot to have pissed her off.
“Here is my card, Kate. I think you might need it.” I added, sliding my card over to her.
I walked out of her office, half worried and half fulfilled.
I wasn't sure if I'd done the right thing.
I walked back into my car and settled into the driver's seat with a heavy sigh, clutching firmly onto the steering wheel.
I picked up my phone and dialed Father Eron's contact, staring at the screen of my phone as it rang;
“Yes, detective!” Eron's voice echoed from the other end of the call, dutifully loud.
“Did you find anything?” I asked.
There was a sudden silence, a delay that heightened my hopes.
“Not really…but I think I found something that doesn't add up. You're not gonna like it.” Eron was sounding strange.
"What the hell are you talking about? Spill it already.” I roared.
“I found a REVEALER?” Eron hinted.
“And what is a revealer?” I asked, stunned.
“It's a person—a rare one. They are usually born with the ability to see beyond the naturals. They reveal things that are hidden or unknown. They are called truth-mediums in English.” Eron explained.
“Tell me more.” I sighed.
“They are born with the most delicate skin, whereby when they touch a surface with their bare hands—they will reveal everything hidden or untold about that place. Same goes for every part of their body, their nose, eyes, ears, foot and even their skin—it’s all their revealing tools. So that's why they wear glasses, gloves, socks, long-sleeve dresses, and even face masks all the time to avoid accidentally revealing things through touch.” Eron explained.
“What? Do those things still exist?” I roared in astonishment.
“I guess!” Eron smirked.
“So who's this REVEALER?” I probed further.
“That's the question! She's a mother to one of the missing children—Nella, the child that went missing on Wednesday.” Eron declared.
“What? Really?” I asked, shocked.
“Yes, detective. And according to my research, it's a power that can be inherited by their offspring.” Eron said.
“Does that mean her missing daughter is also a…REVEALER? I stuttered.
“Seems like it, Detective.” Eron muttered.
“But why is her Mom silent? She ought to have come forward to make a move, right?” I asked.
“Because REVEALERS are being hunted. They can't survive in the open because they are perceived to be a spiritual threat to powerful forces who move in darkness.” Eron paused for a second, then he continued; “Their gift is feared as a curse. And the evil ones think Revealers bring chaos by revealing too much truth.” Eron explained with a soft sigh.
“I think we're at a crossroads then!” I hissed, suddenly feeling overwhelmed.
“Yh, I guess. This isn’t like your usual work, detective. So you need to be careful while at it.” Eron urged.
I gently leaned my head back against the seat, staring at the roof of my car as I began to reminisce past my easy years when I could cover a whole case single handedly.
“I won’t be coming back to the office today. I've got to take care of something urgently, so you'll have to deal with my Senior Detective tonight. Make sure you don't let him get under your skin, he can be very annoying.” I teased.
“Alright, detective. I've got this.” Father Eron said.
With that being said, I ended the call and drove away immediately.