Surprisingly, we were able to locate Silas Comings quickly despite Shawn's antics. The only problem was that Silas broke into a museum and was armed with an MK-47. He was also clearly under the influence of something, quite like his brother was when he was taken into custody.
"I only love Marguerite Chasse," Silas shouted as he open fired on us, "She is my goddess. My essence, my life blood. I will never love another woman. But if anyone dares to hurt my twin, Shawn, I will kill them."
"Anita, do you know anyone by this name?" I asked.
"There's a woman by this name who is a waitress at Gumptree's, sir," Anita stated, "She reported being harassed by a tall redhead with a mole under his eye, but I didn't know that these cases were connected."
"I'll call for backup," I said, "And I'll also have someone look into all the cases involving a tall redhead with a mole under his eye."
"Shawn is my blood," Silas shouted, "I will never forgive anyone who hurts him." Silas opened fired again, but then his gun jammed. "God damn motherfucker." Silas threw the gun and started running, toppling some priceless artifacts on the way out of the room.
I quickly called for backup and then started running after Silas. I actually caught up pretty quickly.
"Why?!" Silas screamed as Anita put the handcuffs on him.
"You're under arrest for the murder of Cayden Michaels," I said.
"That asshole deserved to die, but I didn't kill him," Silas Comings said, "I was paid to dump a body where it could be found quickly. I didn't even realize it was him, until I saw the watch. The guy who paid me to do it told me that I could take anything I wanted from him, so I took the watch and gave it to my brother."
"Do you know the guy who paid you to move the body?" I asked.
"No," Silas said, "I'm more of a truck driver than a dead body remover, but he paid me triple my usual salary. So I budged and did as I was told, but I didn't think that I would be wrapped up in a murder case."
"And why do you think you wouldn't be wrapped up in a murder case?" I asked.
"Because I was naive," Silas said, "But then you guys had to hurt my precious twin brother and lock him up. I knew I had to get a gun and hurt you like you hurt my brother."
"Wait, Mr. Comings," I said, "We didn't hurt your brother, Shawn, in fact he hurt us. He resisted arrest and assaulted an officer."
"I refuse to believe that," Silas said as he glared at me.
"Whether you believe it or not," I said as I got closer to Silas, "It's true." Silas was 6'8", five inches taller than Shawn.
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