Murder Of Two

CHAPTER {01}

Everyone has secrets that they think they would take to grave. Some things happened in our childhood and we chose to hide them and never let anyone know.

My name is Jocelyn which means Happy in Latin. I'm 76 years old. I studied law but I decided to become a writer. My first book was "The Millers" and I didn't write the real ending for a reason, I had to keep a secret.

I was ten years old when it happened. I looked younger from the outside but way older from the inside. I was smarter than my age. My father 'Liam' was the chief of police and my mother 'Susan' was a fashion designer. We lived in a peaceful village in the mountains where it snowed a lot and everything was very quiet. I didn't have siblings but my mother was pregnant.

I've always seen the world in a different way; I've always looked into details that nobody else would see. If a normal person would listen in a conversation with someone else; I would definitely be using my eyes more than my ears. I had many hobbies but the best one was observing and analysing. I was a big fan of Sherlock Holmes and I loved investigating. Sadly, I could only read about him.

My father used to take me to school every day in his police car. I saw the same people every day doing the same things. The main road was sometimes blocked and we had to use the secondary road though the village which took longer time.

It was January first of 1956, I remember that it was a Sunday, the new year's holiday. I road in my father's car and he was going to drop me at my grandma's house. She promised to make me pancakes since my mother was diabetic so we didn't really use chocolate at home. It didn't stop snowing the night before, so we had to take the village road that was through houses.

When we were halfway, we started to see some cars and crowds in the early morning mist. My father received a call on his radio. As always, cops never like to use real normal words, they've always used code words so I couldn't understand what happened.

People gathered all around that house but nobody was allowed to go in. We parked and dad got out of the car and said to me: "Stay in the car, Joce".

"But dad? ..." He left me in the car. I couldn't wait so I opened the door, silently came out and tried to be invisible. There were so many officers at the big house, the Millers lived there. A woman named Emma with her husband Jack, they were in their thirties and both writers. They didn't have children but they were very rich. They had the biggest house in the village. I've wondered, what could have possibly gone wrong in that house and thought: 'A robbery in the safest village?' So, I had to check that myself. I got closer to the house and sneaked through the back door when nobody could see me, and I saw them. They were both lying on the ground and there was blood, a lot of it coming out of their heads. Gun shots, I guessed. I was too young for such scenes but my father's job allowed me to get used to it. They were both wearing pyjamas. It was definitely murder even if they haven't announced it yet to the villagers.

I took few pictures of the crime scene with my camera that dad had given me on my 8th birthday and left to granny's. I ate my pancakes and hurried to my tree house where I had a telescope, papers, a radio transmitter and some of my father's old but helpful stuff. I turned on the transmitter and I could hear every conversation between officers.

"Sir, it's a murder".

"I know that Kevin, was anything taken from the house?"

"We don't know that yet, but their money is still in their safe and everything was in the right place. It was either a murder with motive or a perfectly planned robbery gone wrong at the last minute".

"Fill me up with everything from the beginning".

"We got a call this morning from the mail man, he was going to deliver a package just like every Sunday and he saw some blood leaked under the door. I was the first to respond to the call so I came, I knocked twice and I asked if there was anyone in there. Then, I broke the door and I found the couple downing in their blood".

"Why didn't you go through the back door?"

"I tried to, all the doors and windows were locked from the inside".

"A murder in a locked house..."