THE MURDER: WORCESTER STREET

Chapter 3- The help

Brenda's cries were heard across the street as families flocked towards the house in a worried shuffle, The butcher Fernando rushed to Brenda's aid, The photographer Cristina scurried to the kitchen to picture the crime scene and gather the evidence, the whole street took a responsibility and got to work helping Brenda in such a tough time and a true cockblock for the peace and tranquility that was widespread across the community. The street were united in solving the case of Harold Cline. There was just one issue. Not a single person had a lead on this case nor saw anything the morning of Harold's bizarre disappearance. Fernando suggested bringing the police into the kitchen would be a smart move however the backlash from that idea turned him away from even the thought of it. This backlash started off with one person however, the carpenter who lived only one door away and has done work as a carpenter for decades. Everyone had the first impression that police would help a bucketload but the point raised by the carpenter was that if we didn't have a lead the police would provide no substantial help and would lead them back to square one when they stabbed the dark truth into their craniums. The words "We cannot help you with no sufficient lead" would be their response and the perfect example of this dark truth, the scary truth, the bizarre truth and the horrifying reality. So with that out of the question Cristina suggested an idea that fitted everyone's liking. Work as a group, work with the stuff we have, work with the little remains of Harold they have and hopefully be able to grasp a lead large enough that the police would be able to finish the case and the cold blooded murderer can stare them in the eyes at the supreme court and say the simple words "I'm sorry". They went upstairs to the bedroom where the victim first awoken to look for any clues or blood on the bed of the bedroom floor. They found goose egg clues and now were back at square one. They were destined for failure and that was just the honest reality. Brenda broke down in tears as everyone huddled around her whispering their condolences through both ears to make sure they cannot leave the other side. Everyone but one. The veteran carpenter. He was instead on the bed laying down, not thinking but smirking into a pillow so no one could see his dirty smile. That's when everyone grabbed the man and....