THE SILENT SCHEMES OF VENGEANCE

chapter 7

Scarlet
As i entered the office i saw my blondie partner filing her nails and a shivering woman sitting on a chair in the middle of the room.  Her eyes bloodshot , tears gliding down her soft pale cheeks. She rocked back and forth mumbling something to herself. I stared at her confused . My boss , Jacob stood at the very corner engulfed by the darkness . I took small care full steps towards her , she was not hurt atleast from the outside. I got over to Jacob ' what happened to her ?' I asked . He smirked at me whispered near my ear 'isn't it you job to find that out ' .  My cheeks  flared up at the sudden proximity between us .  'Yes s-sir .' i stammered embarassed. I took a glass of cold water and handed it to her . She lifted her head  and from that angle it looked even worse. Her face was so pale it looked completely white. 'Hi I am scarlet. May i know why you look so panick stricken ' i said politely .  She whispered 'he killed my husband ' and she started crying harder . I looked at my Jacob to see his reaction .  But he was not there not was my blonde hair bitch of of a partner . I softly asked 'can you tell me the full thing in detail?' 
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After talking to her i gathered the story and filled the blanks . She spoke in broken sentences  . She was too shaken up to tell
Every this properly from her hesitant speech, it seemed she had ventured into the garage around midnight or approximately 2 o'clock, though she wasn't entirely certain about the exact time. Additionally, she mentioned that the individual responsible for these murders was a man .
According to her There was a man, standing roughly 6 feet 2 inches tall, with a robust physique. His voice, hoarse and menacing, echoed through the air, muffled behind a mask concealing his face. According to her account, the man was proficient in physical altercations. While she couldn't recall the exact events of that fateful night, she was certain that this individual wielded a baseball bat or a rod, inflicting fatal blows.  her husband Tom , fell victim to this assault, resulting in his demise. She also revealed that her late husband had been a member of the Gentleman's Club, information gleaned from a colleague. Allegedly, he had a history of violence, leaving little room for justice to be served . Since it could have been twisted into the path of self defence .
The woman retrieved an item of great significance to me – a fragment of the mask that had slipped off during the altercation, entwined with a strand of hair. Realizing its potential importance, I considered sending it for DNA analysis.
As I prepared to dispatch the mask, a sudden scent assailed my senses – a fragrance both familiar and elusive, reminiscent of a cologne I had encountered before, yet unable to recall where. Despite its tantalizing familiarity, the memory remained just beyond reach. Holding the mask closer, I inhaled deeply, hoping to unlock the puzzle of its origin. Unable to solve the mystery myself, I entrusted it to Jacob for the necessary DNA testing.