Mafia Princess

chapter 24

“So, what makes you think it's a homicide? ” I finally ask after sipping the whiskey Ella just handed me.

I need it.

“we found traces of Benzodiazepines in his system.” the lead investigator answers.

“what does that do? ” that is Barry.

“I can't do all the explaining, the forensics will explain that, all I will tell you is it gives someone a courage to do something they're afraid to do” he pauses to glance at me. “it doesn't mean we're right, it's just a theory.” He concludes.

I have nothing to tell him I mean, why would someone just make other people's lives miserable.

“I mean it could mean a lot of things,” Ella says “he might have taken the drug himself for him to do that.. ”

“or he was made to take it and do it. ” Sean concludes.

“I'll go to the morgue see if they have anything else to help with the investigation.” the inspector is already making his way to the door.

“I'll come with you.” I say out of nowhere.

“sure.”

If someone killed him then I have to find the son of a bitch that did that, am so full of rage than sad. I can't even begin to wrap what happened to Jim around my head and they kill my dad.

Well that is too much of a coincidence.
Something is not right. The one thing that my mom always told me is to trust my gut and my gut says someone is trying to mess with my family.

I can't sit around and do nothing, nobody messes with my family.

The ride with the inspector to the morgue is a little too silent just for a few questions that he asks me and my answers are reduced to a yes and a no.

I'm in no mood to talk, everything around me is fucked up.

We walk into the morgue and what we find makes my jaw drop for the hundredth time today. If that is even a word.

The guards are all on the ground lying on their own blood and the doctor monitoring the body is sitted at the corner with a bullet wound on his stomach.

“He has lost alot of blood. ” the inspector says running to him picking the towel lying on a table. “here apply pressure on it. ”

The doctor's eyes are a little filled with tears and they roll down one of his cheeks when he closes them in pain as the inspector press down on the wound. He is struggling to breath and he is having difficulty talking.

“Th... They..” he groans in pain. “They t.. Took the b.. bbody.” he struggles to talk.

“who? ” inspector asks.

“a bblonde gu.. y and.. a yyoung woman.” he whinces.

“did they say anything? ” I ask.

He shakes his head, “they were,” he takes a breath. “..urging with each other.”

“well, means they were not in good terms.”
I turn to ask him a question but I breath out sharply when I see his lifeless eyes staring at me.

A poor innocent man just doing his job, dead. How will his family cope with this.
I stand and I walk slowy to the door. I stare blankly at the four police officers that are lying on the floor. Whoever is behind this must be a complete criminal and they are tying up loose ends.

If they can kill police officers let alone an innocent victim, if I were them I'd at least knock the doctor down. He'd be okay when he woke up, but no they just decided to kill him for being at the right place at the wrong time.