Here is the winner of my mystery themed short story contest, Mystery Solved, Right? Written by @ilikehoney. I, in no way, own this story but I was given permission from the author to put it here.
How is it even possible?" I muttered to myself as I took a sip of my coffee. I scrunched my face when the taste of the bitter coffee swirled my taste buds. I wasn't much of a fan of coffee, but apparently I had to drink it to help keep me awake.
I heard the door open and close but I ignored it and kept on reading the case. *SMACK!* I jolted when a pink colour file was thrown infront of me on the table.
"What the heck?" I heard myself yell. I looked up to see Annie looking at me with a serious expression on her face. I glared at her. "What is this now?" I tore my gaze away from her and looked at the pink file while massaging my temple.
Annie sighed and sat down on the chair opposite my desk. I sat down on my chair too. "Another murder." These two words perked up my ears.
"H-how?" I stammered. Annie sighed. Realization dawned on me. "It happened the same way too?" I heard myself ask. A large part of me wanted it to be a lie but when Annie nodded, grief washed over me. Annie got up from the chair. I looked at her.
"C'mon, we need to go to the sight."
"Coming." I glumly replied and took my coat from the rack and exited my office.
My name is Stephanie D'Souza, Inspector Stephanie D'Souza.
"We're here." I jolted awake from the noise and looked up to see lots of police there. I exited the car. Many co workers saluted me and I saluted them back. They made way for me as I went to the end of the bridge. The same bridge where I was called a two days ago too. The same bridge where the murder with the same case happened.
Someone cleared their throat so I looked behind me to see Inspector Harold. We saluted each other.
"The same case again?" I asked him.
"Yes ma'am-" I gave him the look. "I mean Steph." I smiled. "I talked with some onlookers and they said the same thing happened. At exactly 3:15, the car was passing by from here. There was no other car. It was all normal until suddenly the car jolted to the right and jumped from the bridge.
This is all they could tell us." He said. I sighed.
"Thanks Harold- I mean Harry." I smiled and he returned it. He was called for some work so I stayed there and peered down the water.
"Need any help?" I gasped from the sudden voice and turned around. A woman around her mid twenties was standing there, wearing a red t-shirt and jeans.
"What are you doing here? You cannot come here, it's under police inspection." I asked her when I finally found my voice. My heart was still beating fast so I took some deep breaths.
She smirked. I looked around to see everyone busy in their work. "I can help you." I jolted and looked at her.
"What do you mean? Get away from me." I told her with a demanding voice.
She just smirked wider. "Think about it. The same case happened two days ago too and left no loose threads. I can help you." She turned around to walk away. What should I do? Can I trust her? Or am I just another one of her games to play with? The main point is, can I trust her?
"Wait." I shouted at her leaving figure. She stopped and turned around and smirked at me. Bastard. "What do you want." I asked as I approached her.
"Nothing. I want nothing." She smiled at me.
"Okay, then...when will you help me?" I asked her.
"Wait for me." She said as she turned around and walked away.
