Free Web NovelChapter 15: Chapter 15 - Missing Speaker
Vincent paused and looked around, the spark formed in his mind as he reconstructed the crime scene in his head.
"You said there is no suicide note, right?" He asked.
"That’s right." Officer Leo confirmed.
"That is problem number one. In most cases of suicide, there’s a note. The overwhelming guilt that come with the suicide act. The victim will feel the need to explain why they chose the decision they made. That note is their last connection with the world and believe me, they all wanted to make it. Even if it was only ’ I love you Mom and daughter. I am sorry.’"
He paused. "You said the victim visited her mother and dropped her child there. There is no way she would leave those two behind."
Officer Leo remained silent, considering his words. fгeewebnovёl.com
"Problem number two is her fingernails and toenails."
"What about them?" Officer Leo asked, turning his head to the hands and legs.
"They have been recently cleaned and fixed, professionally." Vincent added. "Probably no more than three or four days ago. If she was depressed enough to suicide, I don’t think she should bothe grooming herself or buying a new shoes for herself and her daughter."
He pointed at the shoeboxes. "There is a receipt in there with the date."
Silence. Cold silence.
"Now." Vincent turned to Officer Leo and said. "I want you and your partner to go door to door on this floor. Get statements from everyone. Check if any neighbors were familiar with the victim. If anybody saw anything.... You know how it goes. Also get the building’s supervisor here."
Officer Leo scratched his chin, nodded and left the room.
"You will still need to explain how the killer managed to escape through the locked and chained up door." The doctor said from the side.
"I know. I am thinking."
He left the bedroom, taking out his phone and requesting the forensics team. Maybe they could help him find the things he missed.
Vincent knew that because of the condition and limited time, there was no way the doctor could tell if the victim was sexually assaulted or not. For now that had to wait.
"How is the scene?" Dawnstar asked, looking nervous. "I just saw the police officer leave in a hurry."
"This is a Homicide." Vincent said honestly.
Dawnstar gasped and frowned. "That is.."
She didn’t continue.
"Any interesting things you find here?"
"Not interesting but strange." Dawnstar said and pointed at the TV.
Vincent turned and looked around, finding the strange things she talked about.
The mini stereo system.
One of its speakers was missing. Vincent walked and checked the cables behind the TV. The speaker cable was still here, connected to the TV.
"Indeed, Strange." He muttered.
Emma had been a very organized woman, visible in the bedroom. All her drawers and cupboards were impeccably stacked. Nothing looked to have been disturbed.
He went back into the bedroom and stared at the body. Strange.
The body was strange. Everything about the scene was wrong. Emma was positioned with her legs fully extended, her arms wide open in a human crucifix shape.
That would mean she had sliced her wrist and lay perfectly on the bed and simply waited for death. One would need tremendous will power to do that.
Also, suicide by slicing wrists and bleeding our didn’t bring instant death. From the knowledge, many tried. If they hadn’t numbed themselves with sleeping pills or alcohol first, their mind ended up changing.
There would be a lot of twitching and moving around, which would create a messy scene. He had studied the photograph of the suicides scenes and knew that well.
The scene in the room was messy but there was no blood on Emma’s body. She was clean of that. That indicated she hadn’t moved her arms at all once she cut her wrists.
Another problem was the body was so clean of blood. The doctor said the cut was so deep that blood would come gushing out. That meant, at first, blood would have squirted out of her wrists like a water gun.
Since the mess concentrated solely on bed and around it. Two possible scenarios arose in his mind.
Once again he closed his eyes and imagined the replay.
Emma had cut her wrists on the bed. That was impossible since there was no pool of blood on the bed. She didn’t have time to cut both her wrists without making a lot of mess on the bed.
Rejected.
Emma had cut her wrists while standing or sitting before throwing herself onto the bed. In that case, it would make sense that there was no blood on the bed but her hands would be soaked in blood. The scene in his head didn’t match reality.
Rejected. free𝑤ebnovel.com
There was no doubt in Vincent’s mind that the suicide scene was wrong.
"Where the hell are forensics teams?" He muttered to himself.
He went to the living room. Dawnstar was looking down at the trashcan for some reason.
He ignored her and went to the kitchen to check the fridge. The milk carton was still valid. The apples and fruits in the basket were still fresh.
Dawnstar looked up from the trash and stared at him. He tilted his head and went to her. She pointed her finger into the trash.
He followed and frowned.
At least, the mystery of the mission speaker was resolved.
Vincent reached for it or what it was left. The small wooden box was completely shattered and appeared to be pulled apart. It was clearly man made.
"What the hell happened to you?" He said, looking around the speaker.
Suddenly, his phone rang in one of the many pockets.
Vincent dropped the speaker back into the trash and pulled out the phone.
"Hi, Detective Vincent speaking." He said.
"What the hell are you doing, Kiddo?" The Captain said.
Vincent immediately recognized the voice.
"I send you to an open and shut case and in no time you escalate the case to first degree homicide and call the forensics team."
"Sir..."
"That thing should be warped and clean and your ass should be here filling up forms. What the hell is going on?"
Vincent explained everything he could as concisely as possible.
"Wait, you are telling me that your first, easy case had turned into this because of a hunch."
"It is more than a hunc..."
"No, it’s not, Kiddo." The Captain cut him short, his voice firm and authoritative. "Don’t think about giving me that crap. If you don’t have any absolute proof, that is called a hunch. Do you have anything to back up your claim? Something concrete."
"Not yet..but..."
"Then, it is a hunch...in your first case. Thinking about it makes my ass twitch."
"Proof is coming, Sir. If you give me an hour of two, I will definitely show you the proof." Vincent didn’t back down, his voice firm.
He heard the captain breathed out heavily on the other side.
"I read your whole file, Kiddo." Captain Hugle said.
"Graduate early from Literature and get yourself a nice job in Nathan. And with your outstanding IQ test and reasoning results, you are going to want to prove yourself in every single case you are assigned to, right?"
"I am just trying to do my job, sir."
"Oh, is that the fact? Well, let me tell you a little secret that I want you to remember for the rest of your life. Are you listening?"
"Yes, sir." Vincent answered.
"Not every case is a goddamn seven headed monster. You understand what I am saying right? The majority of the crimes out there are shit. Nine out of ten murder in this city were committed by someone who was too angry, too jealous, too drunk, too high, too desperate, too crazy, too stupid or a combination of the above. They aren’t criminal masterminds."
Vincent was waiting for a pause so that he could speak his mind but the captain continued.
"You already got a job, kiddo. Our division welcomes you with open arms. I already checked you are the youngest person to get to this stage. Confukingragulation. That title alone will earn you a fucking glance from everyone here as pretentious little pretty dick. If you start to rub your IQ and smart ass on those guys’ faces. I can assure you that you aren’t going to be popular here. Do you understand what I am saying?"
"I am trying to impress a bunch of old men, sir." Vincent said. "I am also not trying to prove myself to others as well, the scene here is wrong. There is no suicide motive. Trust me on this."
"Except for the fact that the chain was locked from the inside." Captain said.
"Sir, we have people who can fly through the sky."
"Those villains won’t kill someone like this." The Captain retorted. "That is too low for them."
"But there is a chance. Or a condition that can be filled in it." Vincent said.
"Why did you want to work as a detective?"
Vincent knew it was an unserious question so he answered with the same unseriousness. "To protect and to serve, Sir."
"Bullshit."
