Some things were getting more and more suspicious as the case went on. Correction, Alastor was suspecting more and more foul play in the evidence.
More and more foul play from Oliver.
Oliver was now allowed on the case. But just for the day. Alastor was assuming that Oliver annoyed Corvin enough to give in. In reality, he wasn't sure Corvin had it in him to say no to the boy. Corvin was significantly softer to him than any person that Alastor has ever seen him with.
Maybe it was the fact that Oliver was only 16 and reminded Corvin of a lot of himself. But Alastor was more convinced that Oliver was making it that way, trying to act like Corvin. Corvin was obviously Oliver's role model.
But the more and more Oliver stuck around, the more and more it made Alastor uncomfortable. Oliver would get too close to evidence that Alastor even pulled him harshly back one time, where Corvin glared at the hand that touched the boy. He even tried to touch some. Contaminating the evidence was a good way to get the evidence out of the picture, and Alastor knew that and he was sure Oliver did too. I mean Corvin taught him everything he knew, but apparently, the boy sometimes forgot. At first, he thought the boy was just being stupid but then it happened too many times for Alastor to just wipe the idea out of his mind.
And then there were the ripped papers. He asked Corvin about it but he denied any notion of Oliver ripping it out and away since he said that he did just keep it out in plain few in his office, he kept it in a drawer, but he did admit that he didn't lock his study out to the boy, and the drawer wasn't locked either.
Alastor was done with the way Oliver was acting lately, and the more and more Oliver did something presumed stupid the more Alastor got annoyed and started to suspect something was happening here.
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The Cracked Portrait
Mystery / ThrillerThere is a murderer in Primrose Hill, more likely a serial killer. The townspeople are horrified and the police have no idea where to go farther than what is under their noses. So why not call the infamous, legendary freelance detective Corvin Taylo...