Insane

Crime Scene (part 3/3)

Queen! There you are!

I turned my head. It was Harvey.

Are you alright? You frightened us by disappearing like that!

He came towards me, but my stare was lost in front of me, where he had been only seconds before. By seconds had he escaped. And I could just stand there and stare. Him.

Queen? called out Harvey, touching gently my shoulder.

He pulled on it and dragged me over. He took me in a protective embrace to which I abandoned myself. When he started to let go of me I out my arms around him and hid my face in his shoulder. And I cried.

He's alive.

After a while, I just stopped crying. He's alive. 

I walked back to the crime scene with assurance and looked around. They all stared at me as I touched everything and anything - I had gloves thought that they had given me so I wouldn't screw over all their evidence. After a round, I went to take a closer look to the victim. He was dead from a hard hit on his back side of the head. By the way it seemed, probably a baseball bat. I guessed by how the body was on the ground what was the angle of the attack. I acted like I had a swing with a bat a few times, so I could guess about the angle it was done by what I knew. There were two ''obvious'' places where the weapon could be - if it was on the crime scene, of course. Either it was thrown on the side - the right one, as the aggressor seemed to be right handed -, either it was swung so hard it got out of the aggressor's hand for any reason may it be.

Hey? Crazy-pants? Focus will you?

A hand was passed in front of my eyes, breaking my concentration. Darcy, of course, was now standing in front of me.

I'm guessing if you would have to choose between a crime of passion and a crime of hate, you would say of hate, wouldn't you?

He looked around, uneasy and seeming to get pissed by me.

Yeah, I would. Why?

On the right, I said, pointing the direction. On my right from here. If you find a baseball bat, show it to me. 

He gave me a weird look as I walked further stepping over the corpse as if it was any other thing I would pass by. It was not a crime out of hate. It was impossible. I could tell it was a crime of passion. And I was right; I was the one to find the said baseball bat. It was really beautiful and colorful. Rather light, but really heavy. In any case, it was undeniably the murder weapon. I could feel it in it's vibe.

Ooooh, I let out, admiring. I can feel what you've done, don't try to hide... you are so beautiful, soo -

I turned on a quarter and lifted the bat. Darcy was right where I knew he would be. Everyone was pointing their guns at me thought, which I had not thought of. Guess me threatening one of their friend and partner may have that effect.

Don't move, I said, then I came close to him and put the bat on his head, finding the angle of the fatal hit.

I then dropped the bat. It had no more interest, and it's vibe was already drifting away. It was cute, but no more interesting. As simple.

Harvey practically ran to me and dragged me apart.

Are you completely nuts? he asked me in a loud whisper, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming for me.

He asked to the girl straight out of the Asylum, I pointed out, annoyed. What is it?

You just threatened an officer, that's what it is! he looked around when he noticed he had raised his voice, and then continued lower but no less annoyed: You're lucky if you get to finish the day with us!

Oh, my! I laughed out loud. Now that was hilarious. Come on, mate, you didn't really think I would hit him with the bat, did you? By his look, he did. It was a crime of passion, spoiler alert. The guy that does this -

The Joker, precised Harvey.

No, I said, not thinking, the Jokey. He doesn't do this out of hate to regular (I did exagerated quotation marks to that world with a touch of disgust on it) but out of passion of what he thinks. The way he hitted him all over his body suggests he wanted something from him but got hot-tempered on the spot and lost it. I then dragged him towards the body, where I had guessed our passionate killer would be. If he was indeed here, which I would bet my now would be called none existent carrier on it that he was, he probably turned over and on those moments a simple stare with him could have freaked anyone crazy. So that house over there, I said, pointing the said house with a big window and an open curtain, is probably not messy because that's how the people live in it - anyways, you can see a trail of mess, that would probably lead to the back door, where the poor person must've run. 

Then we have to go see! claimed Harvey.

Nice intentions, I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. At that moment, there was a scream, indescribable, that had me have a smile that freaked more than one officer, but it's too late.

He caught my hand before I could pass by him and pulled me in close.

How did you know?! he said, growing frustrated. 

Oh, I just know some things. So next time I swing a base-bat at one of your officers, let me be. If you hadn't been all caught up at my ways, that poor women might as -

My ears moved towards the direction where there had been a scream. Was it?

Queen, said Harvey. I made his sign to shut it, but he didn't listen. Queen, what is it?

Quit it! I snapped, and listened closely, loosing a step in that direction.

A laugh. One hell of a laugh.

She's one of us now.