Murder Of Two

CHAPTER {03}

      I left her house but thought again to myself: 'I didn't mention gunshot, neither did the police. I made sure to follow what was said in the radio. And her husband may have dementia but he insists that his wife didn't give him his medicines'.

I had to check with the musician, second man on my list of suspects since he was the closest to the crime scene. I crossed the street, knocked at his door twice. No answer. I was about to leave when he opened. He was half asleep and looked up then slowly lowered his eyes to finally see the 120 centimetres creature, Me.

"Good evening sir".

"Jocelyn, isn't that right?"

"Yes, can I come in?"

"Yes sure come in". He resumed while closing the door: "I just woke up from a nap; it was a rough night and morning. How can I help you?"

"I'm here to see what kind of music do you do?"

"Well, a bit of everything. Let me show you my instruments".

We went upstairs and there was the room he claimed to have seen Mr Miller from. It was a large room but the window lead to the other side of the road, not where the trash can was. I asked him: "Do you live alone?"

"Well, my son went to visit his mother".

I knew it. He looked like a lonely man and there was a boy bedroom in that floor. I excused myself and left in a hurry when I heard a car arriving. I knew that they must have been the brother and his wife.

"Don't you want to see my instruments?"

"Thank you, sir! Let's leave it for another day".

The couple went in the house and I watched them from few meters away. The tape on the ground was still there with the shape of the two victims. I just wanted to know what would make them come back to a house where there has been a murder. The blood stains were still on the carpet and the ground was dirty from all the shoes that stepped on it. The police and the forensics had just finished their work. I was so short so I could easily sneak in without them seeing me.

"Karen, where's the ring?"

"I can't find it Paul, why don' you help me instead of wasting my time?"

"I don't care; I will dig this whole town if necessary".

"But Paul, what if someone else found it before us?"

"Isn't that obvious? Then why would 'The Millers' get killed??"

He was so mad and I could hear a lot of noise from the upstairs, which was obviously, the couple's room. They took out every drawer, looked inside every box and pillow and they didn't seem to have found it. I could guess one thing; it could be the ring in Mrs Miller's sister's finger. But why was everyone looking for it?

I knew it back then, all of them lied about something and all of them might be connected to that murder. However, there was a more important piece of the puzzle that slipped through my mind, I forgot the locked house ... The doors were both well locked, so were the windows. Somebody must have had a double key ...

I went back home on foot, I was exhausted and it was getting late. I found mom at the door step waiting for me.

"Where have you been sweetie? Your dad went to pick you up from your grandma's house and you weren't there".

"I just wanted to walk back here. I know the road Mom, I'm not a kid anymore".

"Don't do that again. It's dangerous out here now after what happened to the Millers".

I went to sleep and waited for my next mission in the morning: searching for the key.