Blooming Suspicion

Selfless

I rustle through torn up pieces of paper from the office of John Carbe, the guy that threw his own son from his two-story house, in a file marked 'evidence'. I finish looking at all the papers and figuring out if they matter to the case. With nothing being suspicious, I look up at Yateman, who is shuffling through reports from different officers on the incident.

"Nothing here that looks related" I report to Yateman.

"Well, I am seeing that all the reports are saying that witnesses claim the father to have 'thrown a knife into the cutting board while cooking and then supposedly shoving the knife through the middle of his forearm'" Yateman says with a little bit of disgust.

"That explains all that blood in the kitchen, thought it was from the child initially bu-" I start.

"The child has been noted, by you Sergeant, to have no cuts or gashes and this means that blood can't exit the body that easily" Yateman finishes for me.

"Exactly"

Yateman smiles and continues looking through another pile of objects and papers, collected from the crime scene last Wednesday night.

A call comes through on Yateman's office phone and I reach over to pick it up as he has his hands full.

"Chelsea police station, you are speaking to Sergeant Clockman, is this an emergency?"

"Marie.... It's marie, Harvey..." a woman says between sobs.

"Brydie? What about Marie?" I say in distress.

Yateman drops the things in his hands and grabs utility belts, keys for the police car, firearms and handcuffs for us both. He knew whom I was talking to and talking about. I could see the distress in his own eyes as he is like family to us.

"She's gone! Please Harvey come home, quickly!" Brydie pleads.

"Stay there, Bee, please! I will be right there with Simon," I yell down the line as I throw it back on its hook and head for the back door.

Simon is Yateman's first name and I hardly use it as it's not professional.

Yateman and I slide into the car as fast as our legs could carry us. I start the car and Yateman flicks a switch on the dashboard, which activates our lights and sirens. I speed down the narrow main road and flick on and off of small side street to get to the house faster. Anger flushes over me as I think of our little girl, Marie, has either been kidnapped.

Yateman looks over to me, "It's okay, you know we will find them and that asshole that took her, oh, and will he hope to God to not show his sorry ass".

"Thanks and trust me, if I ever get ahold of him, he won't remember what breathing is"

Yateman laughs a little and slots his firearm and cuffs into their pockets on his belt and throws me mine.

"Be careful, you idiot, that loaded" I tell him as he throws me my gun.

I pull the car into the driveway of my house, with lights and sirens still blasting, and run into the hallway to find Brydie in the corner holding onto Anystasia.

"Have you checked Marie's room totally?" Yateman asks the pair.

"N-n-n-no... only her bed and floor area" Brydie sobs.

"Go into the back room and lock the door behind you both, now!" I exclaim to both of them.
Brydie, with mascara running down her terrified face, picks Anystasia up and runs towards the back of the house.

I run to the door of Marie's room, which is to the right, with Yateman following close on my heels. He stands in front of me and with a massive kick to the door, busts the lock open, the door swinging backwards on impact.

"Police!" I scream out, hoping for someone to be there with her.

I scan the dark room and slide my torch out of my belt. Clicking it on, I scan the room again as now it is very well illuminated. Yateman looks inside her wooden cupboard, flicking her neatly hung clothes into the middle of her floor. I stride to her bed and flick back her butterfly covers, only to find her pillow tucked near the foot of the bed.

My torch makes its way to her floor again and I find 4 stones laying on her rug. Scattered on her rug is something that glistens in the light.

Her window. Her window was smashed right open with a gaping hole, large enough to fit her and a grown human, on the bottom left pane.

"Y-Y-Yateman..." I manage to stutter, pointing my torch towards the hole.

"Jesus Christ" He replies in shock.

I bend down to the bottom of the window, looking at all the shards on the sill. Yateman joins me in looking at the damage, but he seems to have his head screwed on right now and I don't.

The last 10 minutes have slipped out from under me so quick; replaying them in my head makes my thoughts spin.

"Sergeant, we have to alert your wife, now" Yateman demands as he drags me to my feet.

He knows I am shaken and I know that I am shaken but I need to make this professional, otherwise nothing will be done properly.

I walk through the kitchen with different possible scenarios racing through my mind, trying to make them plausible to what we have already seen in this investigation. Yateman knocks on the door and yells something to Brydie and Anystasia, but I can't make out what he is saying as not even the English language makes sense to me any longer.

I feel a shove and a pull, which is definitely Yateman due to the force used. Then I feel him slap me and yell into my ears, which surprisingly brings me back to reality.

"I am driving, get in the car, we need to search, brother, come one!" he exclaims, rattling my eardrums.

I extend one arm up into the air, indicating that I need help up and he hoists my whole body up with complete ease.

I grab my torch from Marie's room and taking an evidence bag out of one of my pockets, I pick up the stones and a few shards of glass.