Chapter 17.

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Assumptions.

Foster kept looking at the board in his house, marking each of the possible accomplices and victims. ¿Why hadn't the bodies of them been found, but why had they disappeared overnight without a trace?

This included his wife and Olive's sister, so everything had been very strange, as if it were an alien abduction, but something deep inside told him that this man was to blame for everything, that he was the real villain, that he shouldn't hesitate, because every day he was closer to discovering him.

So, taking a breath, he tried to rest his mind, but it always reminded him that out there the man responsible for his wife's death was free and unpunished, making himself look like a good father and a good husband to the world, which made the man feel more frustrated than ever, constantly hitting the furniture in his home in a kind of tantrum for not being able to simply handcuff him and torture him until he himself admitted his guilt...

That did not leave him alone and disturbed the silence of the place, making even the walls call him incompetent for not being able to give justice to his own wife; ¿what kind of man was he that he had become?

Those women who had disappeared were victims of Patrick Tempus, he knew it because he could see all the connection that indicated it was him, since they had all been patients related to him, although some were not even adults…

It was then that he stumbled upon a file, and it revealed the disappearance of a woman, her name was completely related to Patrick Tempus, since that woman was called Perry Nelson, who had disappeared after burning down Patrick's parents' house…

And then he remembered that Olive had posted something about this woman on an unknown server… ¿Or maybe it was that she had told him something that her sister had discovered with this woman's name?

Sitting down to try to organize his thoughts he decided to go out, and under the rainstorm, the man had it clearer, he had to visit Olive again to get answers, because although it didn't seem like it and the world treated her as crazy, she was the sanest woman he had ever met.

Therefore, the man went straight to the psychiatric hospital, but it was already closed because it was night; but leaning out the door he simply shouted: 

¿IS THERE ANYONE THERE?...

 And a man dressed like a guard leaned out and said: it's closed, for visits come another day, it's already night, and it's raining...

To which Foster simply thought twice and said: I've come for another service, I've brought money, upon hearing that, the guard gave him a sideways smile, opened the door and said: well then my house is your house, ¿what are you looking for today... adolescent children, young adults or the elderly, what do you want to entertain yourself with tonight?