"Call the cops," Alder instructed Watson.
Adler approached the wooden box in the corner of the farm. He examined the body closely. There wasn’t a single mark on it aside from some scratches on the arm, but the pale complexion was alarming—so pale it looked as if someone had painted the skin white.
"It’s Olive. He worked on our farm," Watson said quietly.
"The cops are on their way," Watson added.
"I can’t touch the body without gloves. Any contact could destroy evidence. Judging by how pale he looks, it seems there’s no blood left in him," Adler remarked, scanning Olive's body. "But we’ll need an autopsy to confirm."
"How is that possible? There are no significant wounds, only a few scratches on his arms," Watson questioned as he stared at Olive's body.
Moments later, a team of paramedics arrived with a stretcher, followed by police officers who secured the scene and began their investigation.
"Can you expedite the autopsy report? This case is escalating fast, and we need to catch the culprit soon," Alder requested.
"I’ll try to have it by tomorrow morning," a police officer replied.
"I’ll question the farmers later, so you focus on the crime scene. Make sure the forensic team conducts a thorough investigation," Alder instructed. The officer nodded. Alder turned his attention to Kristen and Sam, two farmers who worked with Olive. Kristen stood there, emotionless, while Sam was crying.
"It’s best if you head home and let your family know what’s happened. I’ll stay here with the police and bring the farmers in later for questioning," Alder told Watson. Watson nodded and headed home.
As soon as he walked into the living room, Rose bombarded him with questions. "Dad, what’s going on? Why are the police here again?"
Watson sighed heavily. "It’s Olive. He’s gone," he said quietly, barely audible as he sank onto the couch.
"Oh God," Emily gasped in shock.
"I don’t understand what’s happening. First Trevor, now Olive. Who's behind this? Why Trevor and Olive?" Watson fumed, anger and frustration building up.
"Calm down, honey. Everything will be alright," Emily tried to soothe him.
"Nothing is alright, Emily!" Watson shouted, causing Emily to flinch. She sat beside him, trying to comfort him.
"I really can’t make sense of this. Maybe we should leave this place. My grandfather used to tell stories about this land being cursed. Maybe he was right," Watson mused, his voice heavy with uncertainty.
Rose's ears perked up at the mention of a curse. "What stories, Dad?"
Watson continued, "A long time ago, this land belonged to someone else. Instead of our house, there was an old one where a man lived with his son. My grandparents worked for them, and my grandmother used to cook their meals. But the man… he wasn’t a good person."
"Why not?" Rose asked.
"He was a doctor, but he performed illegal experiments and practiced black magic. My grandfather said many people died because of his experiments. He even experimented on his own son. My grandparents were too afraid to leave because they feared the man would harm them. Eventually, the son disappeared, and the man left. He gave the land to my grandfather, and since they had nowhere else to go, my grandparents stayed here."
"But why did you say the land was cursed?" Rose pressed.
"My grandfather never explained that part. He just said it was."
"Where’s Sia?" Watson asked suddenly.
"In her room," Emily replied.
"I think we should send Sia to your sister’s place for a while, at least until this situation is resolved. She’s too young to deal with this stress," Watson suggested.
Emily nodded in agreement.
Just then, Adler entered the living room with Kristen and Sam.
"I need to ask them a few questions. They were the last people to see Olive alive," Adler stated.
The family left, giving them privacy.
Adler began his questioning. "When was the last time you both saw Olive?"
"I saw him yesterday evening around 6, just before we left for the day," Sam replied.
"After Sam left, Olive went to put the tools away in the storeroom. I waited outside, and when he came back, he was empty-handed. He said he saw something near the farm," Kristen explained.
"What did he see?" Adler asked.
"He claimed he saw a silhouette of a man, but I didn’t believe him. It was nearly dark, and Olive had poor eyesight," Kristen responded.
Adler made notes, his eyes scanning Kristen for any signs of discomfort.
"Have you noticed anything suspicious lately?" Alder asked.
"Nothing at all," Kristen replied. "Can we leave now?"
Adler detected a faint nervousness in Kristen, as if he was hiding something, but he nodded. "Yes, you can go."
As Watson reentered the room, he asked, "Any leads?"
"Something feels off about Kristen," Adler remarked.
"Why?" Watson asked.
"I’m not sure yet, just a hunch," Alder replied.
"How were their relationships with each other? Were there any conflicts?" Adler inquired.
"Not really, just small disagreements over work, nothing serious," Watson said.
"Let’s have dinner. It’s getting late," Watson suggested before leaving.
Adler couldn't shake the feeling that Kristen was somehow involved in the murders. 'Did he kill them?' he wondered.
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