Chapter Four - Siril

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Zander bowed flamboyantly towards his father. While he had been in the limelight of ballistics I'd been inspecting the bodies from my stood-up perspective. It was clear to me that the shots were far too precise to have been done anyway other than point blank, and it would be rather unusual for the murderer to be so unhandy with a knife but so skilled with a gun. Of course, they may just be neat, preferring the bullet to the gore of a knife, but each bullet wound was identical. The shot had been fired from point blank as the bullet wound was in just about the centre of the heart on all the victims and it was unlikely that someone could aim that well 4 times in a row. "The shot was point blank." I blurted, "The wounds are so precise and I don't think a murderer would be bad with a knife but so skilled with a gun. The victims must've been sleeping, too, cuz that's the only way the murderer could creep up on them without them noticing! And! That means the victims must have been close enough to the killer that they knew where they slept! Xav, you must be right." The words stumbled out quickly, comically, my brain going a million times faster than I could talk.
"Oh my god yeah!" exclaimed Emily, "And I was thinking, love was a motive. Heart symbols on the hands, bullets in the real heart. Very poetic. So if they were in a relationship with the killer, it explains why they would know where they slept. They may have even slept together." Emily looked up to Mr Holmes Two (as she was much shorter than him) and the man called the two other teens to stand before him.

"Yes yes yes all three of your brilliantly neurodivergent brains put together vaguely rival my massive intellect." He rattled listlessly. "Love was most certainly a motive. More likely revenge for an affair. A woman's husband may have had an affair with these women, the wife killed them and her husband in a rage."
"Right." Sighed Mr D.I. Lestrade, "So we're looking for a mad woman."
"What else is new. I honestly don't know how you trust literal children at a murder site."

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