TRESE: I CARRY YOUR HEART “I came from one of the dorms, near the university. College boy was found dead in his room. It was locked from the inside. No sign of forced entry. No signs of struggle and no wounds on the body. And since there were no visible means of suicide and no note, my guess is he died of natural causes. We’ll just have to wait for Spunky from the morgue to tell us otherwise.” Guerrero finished the rest of his tale as well as his coffee. Trese closed her eyes and asked, “Was the body drenched in sweat? Or at the very least, did his forehead and lips have beads of sweat?” Guerrero thought about it for a second and said, “Why, yes! Yes, it was!” “And did the air smell sweet? As if you were standing near a lot of fruit?” Trese continued. “Yes. I thought it was the boy’s cologne or something. Why? You know what killed him?” “It was a bangungot!” the Kambal raced to answer the question. Trese raised her glass to the Kambal for giving the right answer. READ THE COMPLETE STOR
The rants and raves of a copy/comic book/writer in Manila.