Heart Of A Spider - Season 1 - Episode 20

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Heart Of A Spider - Season 1 - Episode 20

“The space inside the roof was definitely the escape route. Let’s
go take a closer look. Guard
Burrows, please join us. Claire, how did the interview with Trish go?”
“Do you always have to make something traumatic into a no big deal for the innocent?”
“My emotions have to be in neutral at all times so I can channel my thoughts into the case at
hand. How else can I solve the mystery?”
“Spare me the crap. I know it’s not true. Underneath your coat and Police badge, you’re just a
big softy.”

“You and I know it. Don’t spread it around. What did Trish have to say?”
“She didn’t know what was happening. She told me nothing new.”

Kendal scrunched his nose. Facing Burrows he growled a six-word sentence.
“Do you want to add anything?”
“The man who talked to Tarskney, the head of the mental institution, is a Doctor of
Psychology. The patient we brought shopping goes by the name of Pat.”

Both detectives eyeballed the guard as the lift doors opened on the roof. Sunlight poured onto
Kendal.

“What’s the patient’s full name?” asked Claire.

“I have no idea. I only know the person as Pat. I have to add he’s a weird one. He sits on the
bed all day every day. If you want my opinion he looks to be thinking of only one thing.”
“What?” Kendal asked.
“Revenge.”
“You’re a security guard, don’t you think you should’ve at least known the full name of a
mental patient you were supposed to be guarding, of all things, ‘a shopping trip.’ Did you ever
consider something might have smelt off?” jeered Kendal.
“Personally, I didn’t like the idea of a shopping trip. It wasn’t my call. For the record, I
thought I could handle it.”
“You didn’t like the idea. You know what thought did,” yelled Kendal.
“Back off,” yelled Burrows. “I did my job. I don’t get paid to know the names of the
screwball patients. It’s not in my job description.”
Seeing Kendal’s fingers closing into tight fists Claire quickly stepped between the men. She
raised her hands in an attempt to keep them apart and to stop them from endeavoring to hit each
other.

“Okay you two there’s enough testosterone on this roof, now both of you back off and let’s
continue our examination of the escape route.”
“Can you at least give me the description of the mental patient?” asked Kendal, calming
himself. Even though his voice sounded sarcastic he thought he did a good job of hiding his fears.
“Tall, thin, soft features like a woman, tattoo on his face. Why do I care what a mental case
looks like? For all, I know he has two noses, one eye, and four ears. I don’t get paid to know what
they look like. I get paid to guard them.”
Both Detectives stood shaking their heads. Kendal held up his hand to call a halt to the
guard’s description. He slipped his hand into his pocket, extracting his mobile phone. Pacing in
circles he stabbed Police Headquarters’ phone number.

“You have dialed police dispatch,” answered a woman’s calm voice.
“Detective Kendal here, I want you to put me through to Captain Hughes’ office.”
In the short pause, Kendal stared at an advertising sign on the adjacent building. It read how to save hundreds of dollars on a holiday to Tasmania. He snorted a full second before a male voice
boomed through the phone’s tiny speaker.
“Hughes.”
“Captain, Kendal. Patrick has escaped from the mental institution. I need every cop on the
force looking out for the pyromaniac.”
The phone line fell silent for a few seconds. “I’ll inform the commissioner. I’m sure there’ll
be a formal inquiry into the mishap. Whatever you do, don’t tell the media a thing. If they get a
sniff of this incident no house will be safe from being burnt to the ground. Forget about the
missing person case you’re working on. Find the arsonist ASAP. I’ll assign someone else to cover you.”

“I think the fireys should be told, they might be busy. I’d also like to continue in the original
case, I have a strange feeling the burgled house earlier and this escape is connected somehow.”
“Forget about your strange feelings, it’s probably your wife’s cooking.”