Shattered #Wattys2016

Chapter 30

The temporary captain, Mr. Nelson, and I made our way to Mrs. Jorden's place, the widow of the first officer murdered. I noticed how her garden was in full bloom with pinks, purples, and reds. Some yellow and some orange. It was a full rainbow of color. I rang the door bell ad waited patiently. Prince, as he preferred to be called, leaned against the beam holding up the clean, white deck. The door opened, and the 40 year old woman opened it with depression written all over her face.

"Hello Detective," She said warily, as if she hadn't slept in a while.

"Hello Mrs. Jorden...this is our temporary captain, Mr. Nelson. He and I wanted to ask you some questions," I wrote on my whiteboard, and apologized for me not being able to speak. She allowed us inside, and we sat in the tan schemed room. She offered water, and both Prince and I kindly declined. She finally sat down in the arm chair, slouched over in sorrow.

"What can I help you with detective?"

"We just wanted to ask if anything went on during those days and/or weeks until your husband's death," I say quietly as my voice was still healing.

"You think I murdered him?" She said, anger now entering her tone.

"I meant nothing by that. Is there someone who just up and popped up unexpectedly?"

"Not that I can think of.....except maybe," I looked on, hoping she could go on.

"There was this nice younger man at the coffee shop I always went to. He sat in the same booth, every time, and struck up a conversation with me,"

"Is there anything particular that you two spoke about?" Prince asked to keep me from straining my vocal chords any further.

"Just about everything. Once he asked me what job my husband did, and I told him he was an officer. He didn't seem bothered by it,"

"Can you describe him to a sketch artist?" he asked.

"I can...what does this have to do anything?"

"We think that the perp may have grown closer to the spouses of the victims before killing them. To be sure that the person has no children or is even having issues at home,"

"But, Morty and I haven't had any problems lately," she said.

"Alright. Thank you Mrs. Jorden," We stood to leave and the widow said one last thing.

"There was something he did say that struck me odd. He said that every hierarchy comes to it's end. We were talking about the Roman Empire, as he was a History Major at Harvard,"

"Thank you ma'am," We soon left, and I could see the gears in his head working.

"What are you thinking Chief?"

"I have a feeling this guy has a rough past with the police....but he hid it enough to go to Harvard and then pull something like this. He's seems too smart to be pulling something like this....I don't get it," He said. I looked on at the passing road and sighed. This case was becoming a burden, and I knew that if I didn't figure out who this bastard was and stop him, he'll kill another cop....and the force doesn't need to lose another part of the group.

I was sitting at home, enjoying some quality play-time with Jade. She loves tugging on her rope toy with me. She growled as her tail wagged excitedly.

"Come on Jade...if you want me to throw it. You. Have. To. Let. Go!" I tugged and she let g, causing me to fall back on the couch. I giggled as she jumped up and licked my nose. I jiggled the toy and she barked for it, so I threw it down the hall, and she darted after it, chewing on it happily. I smiled and watched the News. I heard the door unlock and Janet waked in, looking rather tired.