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The sun was already setting in the marvelous city of Port Deyes when Danielle and I arrived back at headquarters in Fradle, a prosperous community and commercial district directly at the north of downtown Port Deyes.
Once back on our floor, Danielle invited me to her office. I was afraid my meeting with Sandman must be postponed. I followed Danielle into her office.
Once inside, Danielle shut the door behind us. Must be something confidential, I assumed. I sat down opposite of her chair.
“What do you think of the case so far?” Danielle asked me. She looked me in the eyes, expecting an answer. “Where do you think Dr. Winchester is murdered?”
“Well,” I said, after some thinking. “I think that he was murdered out in the open. It would make absolutely no sense for him to be murdered in that little creepy house by the corner.”
“And why do you think so,” Danielle asked me further, showing her utter most curiosity. “that Dr. Winchester isn’t murdered inside the little shed?”
“It is simple,” I replied. “If the suspect murdered Dr. Winchester at that spot, then he must drag Dr. Winchester to the final location, or the center of Fractor Square, which will undoubtedly left a trail of blood behind. Furthermore, if the suspect did tried to clean up the trail when he dragged the body, he will have to stay there for hours and risk blowing his cover, and it won’t make sense to clean everything else but not the spot inside the little shed.”
After I finished talking, Danielle seemed to agree with what I said. She was about to speak up when the phone on her desk rang. She picked it up in haste.
“Good evening,” Danielle spoke in haste. “This is chief investigator Danielle speaking. Who is this?”
I could not hear who Danielle was talking to, or the stuff they were saying. I could only hear Danielle’s reply. “Okay, I’ll be right over. Bye.” That’s the only thing that came out of Danielle’s throat. When she hung up, she spoke up.
“It was Alexander,” Danielle said to me. “He said that he had completed the autopsy report on Dr. Winchester.”
Marvelous, I thought. Finally something else to do. “Should we go right now?” I asked Danielle.
“That’s what he phoned me for,” Danielle replied coolly. “Let’s go.”
The North Port Deyes General Hospital is our destination. It was the location of the police investigation autopsy building. Some might say that the correct term is the morgue, but I did not like associating morgue with evidence.
Alexander’s was inside his office on the second floor when we arrived. We knocked and he seemed glad to see us. He calmly admitted us into his office.
Once inside, Alexander handed the autopsy report on top of his desk to Danielle. “As I told you already,” Alexander said. “I have completed an autopsy on Dr. Winchester.”
“No surprise here,” Danielle said, while reading the autopsy on the desk so I could read it too. “A fatal shot on the back of the head.”
“I also discovered a severe concussion to the back of the head,” Alexander told us. “Looks like someone had a problem with Dr. Winchester.”
“What might have caused the concussion?” I asked Alexander.
“My best guess is the patch of blood on the wall inside that shady little shed inside Fractor Square,” he replied. “This concussion is indeed severe enough to cause the victim to pass out.”
“Do you think the suspect might have knocked him out inside the shed and committed outside?” Danielle question her best man. “What is the chance of that happening?”
“Not very high my dear,” Alexander replied sweetly. “Why didn’t the suspect kill Dr. Winchester inside the shed, but wasting time to drag him out of the shed with him unconscious and shot him out in the open?”
Perhaps, I thought to myself. However, I still believed that Dr. Winchester was killed in Fractor Square and not in that hideous shed. Enough souls were lost in there to allow another one to occupy that foul place. We discussed the case for a while longer but reached no definitive conclusion of whoever killed Dr. Winchester, since Alexander said he would like more time to examine the fatal bullet that is lodged inside Dr. Winchester’s head. We thanked Alexander for his help and went out of his office door. I turned around and looked at him, he was on the phone, and I wondered why.
Dusk slowly creeped into the city of Port Deyes, and somehow no one seemed to be in a hurry for home. The skylights of downtown Port Deyes still shone brightly, but a slightly black aura surrounded the area. On the top floor of a building, a man was looking out the window. He was in deep thoughts when suddenly, a person bursted through the door, with suited guards attempting to stop the intruder. The man turned around and looked at the intruder in his eyes.
“So, you made it,” the man said, in a tone that seemed to be mocking the intruder. “I thought you wouldn’t come.”
“Where is my mother?” the intruder demanded. “I will never do it until I am sure my mother is safe.”
The man walked over to the intruder, who was now restrained by the guards in suits and was forced down. He kneeled beside the intruder and slowly stared into the eyes.
“Your mother will always be safe if you do what I told you to do,” the man told the intruder. “Otherwise, both your mother and your own life might be in danger. It is your choice afterall. To do it or not to do it, remember, that is the question.” He let out a mocking snicker when he finished. “Escort our nice one out. I do not want to hear from this little one until the job is done.”
The intruder looked back at the man in black and the anger and hate was fueled more when the man waved like a father waving at his child.