Eva's Sins.

LI

„Love and friendship are a fake invented by humans"

  He died a dog's death, as he lived," Keen murmured, squatted next to Albert's body who was found by the police at the edge of a forest a few days after being killed.

  Even if at the first glance it looked as if he fell victim to a potshot when he was turning back home, the detective knew very well that it was a plan in perfect tune to hide someone's madness and it couldn't be anybody else than Emily Davis.

  On the one hand, Keen was feeling a certain peace, knowing that Albert was out of the game because the teamster was a real beast when he had to kill someone, but on the other hand, he felt sorry that Albert ended his life this way when he had been so loyal to Emily for so long.

  „He'd been poisoned," the forensic doctor told Keen, making him suddenly wince. „He still has some traces of cyanide on his lips."

  „Then, it wasn't a heart attack as they planned this to seem like, isn't it?" Keen asked the doctor after standing up and looking at the short and chubby doctor who was cleaning his hands with alcohol to disinfect them after he touched the dead body.

  The forensic doctor was a man about 40, disheveled, a sign that he was on his own and that no woman was around him to take care of him and it was also visible looking at the baldness that was covering half of his head.

  „Who killed him tried to wrap up everything like a toby, but it seems that they didn't even think that the doctors aren't stupid and that we can make the difference between heart attack and crime. Look at the color of the lips and of the nails. Even if they are purple as in a heart attack case, the silver doesn't lie," he said, showing to Keen the thin needle that he took out of Albert's mouth after testing it and that was completely black. „If this fellow would have had a natural death, this little friend would have been cleaner than innocence itself. But it looks more like the devil what gives me a 100% conviction that someone just got rid of him: nice and clean."

  „They got rid of him," Keen mumbled and once again looked at Albert that was lying on the ground, face up and with his hands clasped on his chest as the doctor put them on carefully because despite his careless physical appearance, the doctor John Krane was a sensitive man and he had mercy for the dead ones, especially for those that were left to sink or swim and he buried somebody, paying from his own pocket for the funeral, not just once.

  „Eh, this life is so tricky: one lives with someone for years, being true to his master's salt, worse than a dog, to be found, at the end, dead, at the edge of a forest - lonely and cold."

  „I'm sure that he doesn't feel the cold anymore now," Keen said at random and gave a soldier a nod to approach and to take the body from there on a stretcher.

  „Maybe you are right, detective Keen, but: it's still sad all this. More knowing that nobody will ask for his body to bury him."

  „I'm more than sure that it'll be someone who'll ask for his body," Keen told Krane, confident because he knew very well that Miss Davis will put on an act, but, despite all her secrets and the secrets that were rounding the teamster's death, she'll take care of him to be buried like any other normal human. „Anyway: I'll take care at least that the guilty one for his death to take care of his body too. See you later, doc, for the report," he told Krane, and then he started to slowly walk behind the stretcher on which Albert was being carried on.

  Even if he could have passed by and entered his carriage, stopped not that far, Keen yet preferred to slowly walk behind the stretcher, with his hands stuck in his pockets while staring at Albert's barefoot soles on which was carelessly thrown a white material. „Wait a minute!" Keen told the two soldiers that raised the stretcher from off the ground.