I was going through some old case files of our department when one of them caught my attention not because it was weird but because it was solved by a teenage boy who used to work on a small recondite farm near the outskirts of New Jersey. Not a lot of details were mentioned in the flaxen folder. The following was the only heading along with no context.
" The illegal manufacturing and supply of human leather. Solved by Alef Fedrick, the son of a farmer."
Being a new recruit in the department was hard but my exuberant mentor made things a bit easy for me. I went to his office and asked him regarding the case file. At first there was a slight melancholy on his face, but it was transitory. Ron handed me a cup of freshly brewed coffee and decided to tell me the missing details.
" So you want to hear the story behind this case Mr. Desmo Woodstein ? Fine according to what I have been told it went something like this."
In year 2010 there was an onslaught of missing cases near New Jersey. A lot of farmers and people involved in livestock rearing were vanishing into thin air. The police department was unable to trace those people and within a year or two the case went cold. Alef was one of the victims who's father went missing during that time. He pleaded and approached various people but the the indolent authorities turned a deaf ear. Alef knew this was a futile endeavor and so he decided to take matters into his own hands. He knew the folk tales and the creepy stories associated with the Cyanamid factory. Even then he was determined to find his father and put an end to this tragedy. Hence the eighteen year old farm boy loaded his father's revolver and set out on a rescue mission.
" At least this is how the story goes." Ron replied.
" Just this! What happens next ?" I questioned.
" First let us attend the council meeting." Ron answered.
So I had to unwillingly attend this meeting. Entire time my mind kept pushing its curiosity towards the story but I had no other method to quell its thirst.