Further searching of the house did not reveal any more clues. The furniture and items in most rooms had been destroyed and thrown around, but there were no signs of Edgar or any other evidence that something violent had occured. After their investigation of the house, Garfield demanded to go to somewhere where he could think over what they had found and had never failed to enhance his powers of deduction; Chick-fil-A.
"Nothing appeared to be stolen, so we can rule out robbery." mused Garfield. "Also, no signs of a violent crime so we can't say for sure that anything terrible happened to Edgar yet."
"What about the painting though? There was a message written in blood on it!" Jon exclaimed.
Garfield stuffed a pawful of waffle fries into his mouth and thought about it. "Yes, there was blood on the painting, but we don't know that it was Edgar's. If someone had murdered Edgar there or attempted to kidnap him, we would have found more evidence of a struggle; blood from Edgar or his assailant, maybe a weapon." He paused to eat a chick-n-strip. "It certainly seemed personal though. Most of the rooms were torn apart pretty savagely, but that painting had intention behind it. You do something like that to send a message."
"Sure, but what's the message?" Jon pondered.
"More fries. Also nuggets and a cookies and cream milkshake. 12 count."
Jon dropped his head into his hands, exasperated.
"You can get a milkshake for yourself too, Jon. It was a tough day at work; treat yourself. Get it to go though. We need to have a little chat with Charlie back at the office."
Jon looked up and attempted a faint smile. "Thanks boss. Guess I will."
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Detective Garfield
FanfictionIn a world filled with murderers, liars and thieves, one cat has the gumption to protect the innocent and punish the wicked. Especially on Mondays.
