Chapter 67
Feeling of dread lurked in my troubled mind as I tried to comprehend the hideous, burial murder of Father Gregory Mansion. Never before have I ever seen such a savage, barbaric murder carried out by my friend Albert Kandinsky. The monstrous and wicket atrocity inflicted on the catholic priest, left me emotionally anxious, betrayed and desolated.
For so many years I have yearned to murder the priest. But now that he was gone, all I could do was lament a friend that saved my life so many years ago. I found it hard to look into Mr. Kandinsky’s hate filled eyes. Albert Kandinsky basked in his triumphant murder as he stood over the priest's bloody body.
Frantically Jennifer ran out of the jail. Though my heart longed to stay and mourn the loss of a great friend, Mr. Kandinsky grabbed my wheelchair and pushed me back to the castle courtyard. Tourists scrambled in fear as Mr. Kandinsky and I pursue Jennifer over the castle’s drawbridge.