Flooding River

Chapter Five: (Un)Clean Scene

Thank god the detectives came back to collect the rest of their research files. I don't know how far those two would've gone before they...well, you would know.

Looking at the place where I died, which is the library, all I could think was how I couldn't have asked for a better place to take my final breath. It sounds weird, I know, but I had always loved to read, so I spent most of my time here.

If I hadn't been poisoned, it's very possibly that my laziness and constant reading would have taken my life. If only it had been that peaceful.

Now this place is so dreadful to look at. The parchments are all dusty, the inkwells are drying up. Maybe it'll be easier to find clues in here.

The cup is still lying on the table, emptied at this point. Although there is something off about it.

No matter how many times I had my tea, or any other drink that left a stain or wash of color, the inside of the cup somehow managed to stay a beautiful, pristine white. But this time, the cup had a bit of a yellowish tint to it. I had once looked at Andrew's work papers, and he let me of course, but they said that only certain poisons left a stain on whatever you put them in, and that most of those poisons were either rare or only owned by people in the medical division.

Andrew had been one of the original suspects, but he had been out of town and was supposed to be for the whole month, but then of course, I died so he came back. The fact that he was out of town made it so much easier for anyone to go into his office and steal those poisons, hidden behind a portrait of me (he sometimes worked from home, so he kept some hidden to use for experiments).

But only 3 of the suspects knew where the extra key to his office was hidden. The maid, the cook, and Hardy. Even though they were "family", we didn't trust my brother or stepmother enough to tell them. But, as was mentioned before, maybe there was more than one killer. It's all just so confusing and jumbled up. All the pieces fit together, but there are also so many different ways to finish the puzzle.

Maybe I can find out tonight. It'll be easier to think without all the fighting and jabbering. Besides, if there's more evidence, then the killer will be the one to know where it is.

I just hope no one else gets caught in the crosshairs beforehand.