Solved?

Chapter 5-The Police

It was a dark, foggy night. The moon was hiding behind the clouds, afraid of what it might see, afraid of what it won't. The sky had stopped crying. A faint drip...drop of water falling off of the houses echoed the silent, empty street. It was almost empty, that is. One human was hiding like the moon behind the damp bushes to conceal them. They had something in mind. Something they had been planning for a long time. Something that had to do with the revenge they had been seeking all their life.

The lights in the living room were on. Someone was in there. Someone who would ruin the marvelous plan, the plan that would satisfy them for the rest of their life. Waiting was the only option but it was worth it. It would pay off. All they had to do was wait a little bit longer. Finally, that person left the house. Miss Marlett would be sleeping, and Mr. and Mrs. Willames would be defenseless as they lie in bed, unsuspecting what would happen to them tonight. They couldn't expect anything like this. The perfect time to strike. The kitchen door was always left unlocked for the milkman. No one knew that though. Only Miss Marlett and Mr. Willames knew it. But this murderer, they were too smart for them. They grinned as they crept to the back door and looked through the screen.

The murderer silently opened the painted wooden door , careful not to make the slightest sound and silently shut it behind them. The white door barely made a sound.

She pulled the rope of out her pocket and grinned evilly as she tiptoed towards the dinning room door. Many times were spent in this kitchen. She remembered how Uncle Matt would play with her in here to make her feel better and how Miss Marlett would sometimes give her a small piece of the cake before she frosted it.

Tears began to fill her eyes, wishing she could go back in time and relive it. Her past wasn't filled with good memories but those two servants were part of the memories in her childhood that made her grin.

Quickly and stealthily she made progress through the dining room where there were less happy memories and more hatred. She brushed away her tears of anger and grinned, finally knowing could get the revenge she had been seeking. She felt no fear, no anxiety, no worry, only hate. She creeped into the living room and her heart pounded in joy when she saw the stairs located on the other side of the room, just as she remembered.
She knew the house inside out. She quickly raced to the stairs in the quietest way possible and creeped up the stairs.

Noiselessly, she opened the first door she saw. Sure enough, fast asleep were them both.

"Who to kill first?" She pondered. The murderer pulled out a knife. Maybe she could kill them both at the same time. She'd save the worst death for Mr. Willames.

She wrapped the coil around his neck then knotted it, but not tightly. She pulled out the knife and grinned as she slit the throat of the one who really loved her but when you feel hate, love doesn't reach you in time and you hurt the ones you love the most. You don't realize what you have done until its over. And by the time you realize hate had gotten the best of you, it's too late. Hate had taken over you long enough to do plenty of damage. And you can't go back to fix it. What's done is done and it will haunt you and slowly kill you for the rest of your angry life.

Then, she pulled the knot around her father's neck until she couldn't pull it tighter. She sealed Mr. Willames fate when she double knotted, then triple knotted the rope. He awoke with a startle and gasped for precious air.
"Al...ice," he panted. Alice felt nothing except satisfaction. She watched his face turn red, then blue, then purple with delight written all over her face. Mr. Willames fell to the groud, lifeless. Alice knew what to do. She had already planned what she was going to do to the bodies. She was going to make it clear that there was a murder.

She wrapped the bodies in a blanket and dragged them down the stairs. Alice threw the bodies in the dining room, rolled up the blanket, and escaped before anyone could catch her with all the evidence that would point the arrow to her. She had gloves on, kept the knife and blanket.

The next day, when she realized she had killed her beloved mother and father, she couldn't live with herself. She felt another hatred but only towards herself. She couldn't believe what she had done and soon, her mind haunted her until she couldn't handle talking about anything to do with the case...in fear that she's give herself away.
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"So you think it's Alice?" Officer Mark asked.

"Did you not see the tape recording? Did you not see how evil she looked? No question it was Alice!" Officer Pete replied," Also we doubled checked Mr. Keaye's information he presented and the records show him as the last passenger to leave the train he took."

"I agree. I think we'd all feel safer with Miss Cochen in jail," Officer George remarked.

"So we know who it is. We should file a report and arrest her. She can try to display a case defending herself, or plead guilty, in court," Officer Pete sighed.

The rest nodded in agreement. All the little evidence added up. They'd be able to prove Miss Alice Cochen guilty as easy as pie. They had finally solved the hardest case they had been given.