The Innocent Have To Suffer
The Innocent Have To Suffer! July is a wet month, but today not only was it wet, it was unusually cold as well. I was not drenched but there was a heaviness in the air that made me feel as if I had just walked out of a shower. It was about half past nine in the evening when I wiped my shoes at the entrance of the pub and entered inside. It was dimly lit, overflowing with people and noisy. It was a surprise that so many people had gathered there despite all the negative news flowing in the media. I glanced around the room and found the person I wanted. He was sitting at his usual place on one of those tall chairs at the counter. He always used to sit somewhere near the corner. I moved across the room and settled on a tall stool next to him on his left. He was in his late forties and medium height. The media was full of news about this psychotic killer who was killing women and making away with their heads. With five headless corpses found in as many months, the public at lar