beLIEve

1: The chase begins

“What happened with this one?” Penny asked ducting under the caution tape.

“73 year old man, shot in the head, point blank,” a tiny man called from the ground.

“Time of death?”

“Between 9:30 pm and 10,” he said looking up through his coke bottle glass making his blue eyes larger then normal.

“Did anyone find anything, like the weapon used?” Penny asked looking around and the police dusting for prints, her tall stature towering over Jeremy, the little man examining the body.

“Sorry, all we found was some blood from the victim in the bathroom. There wasn’t any weapon, and there wasn’t any trace of hair or skin anywhere, who ever was here was extremely careful, there isn’t even a bullet,” one of the police said coming from the bathroom holding a napkin with blood on it.

“Damn it,” Penny mumbled under her breath.

“I did notice something strange with the man’s entry wound,” said Gillian, the man with the coke bottle glasses.

“What is it?”

“It seems like after our killer shot him, they patched his wound.”

“Patched it, does that mean our killer regretted doing it?”

“Possibly,” he said continuing his examination.

She tucked her short blonde hair behind her ear and raised her hand to her hand resting her arm on her figure. She opened her eyes and saw something shining on the ground in between the carpet fabrics. “Kegan, come take a picture of this.”

Kegan, a tall strongly built black man walked over to her and bent down taking a picture of a small shining item.

Penny picked the item up and examined it, it was about the size of a pea, easily missed. The edge of the object was sharp and cut her finger as she rolled it around. It was black and small, its edges coarse and rough. “It’s a diamond,” Penny stated making sure her examination was correct.

“I’ve never seen a diamond like that,” said Kegan looking at the object in her hand.

“It’s uncut; this is a pure diamond, the kind you find in the mine down south.”

“So we’re dealing with someone who might have been down sou7th recently?” Kegan asked somewhat disoriented with the situation.

“Dad!” a girl yelled from the door as a police officer held her back. “What happened, who killed him?” she asked through her tears.

“We don’t know yet, but I will find out,” Penny tried to console the girl. “Who are you?”

“I’m his daughter,” she said frantically, her silver eyes blurred by her tears.

“What’s your name?”

The girl sighed and looked away her dark brown hair falling in her face.

“Your name please,” Penny repeated.

“Bullet…Baker,” the girl finally finished.

“That’s an unusual name.”

“My sister got the good name,” she said wiping the water from her face with her sleeve.

“You have a sister?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t come around here much though, only for holidays and birthdays.”

“What’s your sister’s name?”

“Violet…she lives down south or at least that what she said last time she was here.”