On entering, one could clearly sense death hanging over the room. The damp smell of blood filled the atmosphere and flooded my nostrils.
"It's funny the odd things the rich waste their money on," I could hear the Chief say as he studied the dead man's bed. "That's a Parnian Furniture Bed Chief," I say to him. "Well I didn't know they turned you into a furniture appraiser in Ontario," he says spinning around to face me.
"It was all over the papers the day before it was put out on the market. Starting prices were pegged around $210,000," I say drawing closer to the dead man.
"Bloody hell, I would have to throw in my severance and everything I'd ever owned to afford that," he says easing the tension in the room by volumes.
"By the looks of the jabs, whoever is responsible had a personal bone to pick, a hired person wouldn't waste time. " I said slapping on the gloves Chief had handed over to me. "You mean the person wanted 'ole Vincent to feel his very life slipping away?" Chief asked blowing his nose noisily. "Yes , the jab strokes are shallow, the type you'd expect from a Swiss Army pocket knife ," I responded.
"You mean the type you'd find in a college girl's purse along with pepper spray?" A junior officer blurted out from behind. "Exactly lad," I say smiling.
Whoever did this had gone through great pains and expertise to make sure that there was no trace leading back to him or her. I shake my head and step away from the body wriggling off the gloves. "What's wrong Eddie?" Chief asks hesitantly. "There's nothing to find here , this was a clean job. All we can do now is to investigate each and every single individual he's ever known whether friend or foe but foes first by the way," I said. "The forensics team aren't going to find anything either, he clearly wore gloves," I say to Chief. "He? What makes you think so Eddie?" Chief asks. "Only a man could have balls enough to commit such a dastardly act," I retort walking out of the room.
Opening the back door in a haste I was welcomed with a gust of fresh and cool night air. "Hah" I exhaled in relief. What a day this one had been!
From the corner of my eye I realize a feminine outline hunched by a vehicle. Squinting my eyes I realized it was Anna speaking to her boyfriend. He speeds off quickly leaving a thin trail of dust behind.
Anna casts a glance towards me and quickly climbs the flight of stairs that lead to the main door. She bumps into Chief and instantly begins to sob onto his shoulders. "Why wouldn't she sob on mine," I sigh. Chief says something which she smiles and nods to then enters the house. "Damn this chic is already working me up," I mutter under my breath.
The whole compound which had been bustling with people now looked empty with few cop cars around.
"Where are you lodging while here champ?" I hear Chief ask me. "Nowhere, you know I'm new in town," I chuckle. "You can have your old apartment, I knew it would come in handy," he says throwing the keys towards me.
"Get some sleep, we have a long couple of days ahead," he says as he walks towards his car. "Need an escort?" He asks. "No Chief , I can hold my weight," I say slumping into my seat. He winks at me then drives off.
My engine revs to life after a few seconds and I make my way out of the Donald mansion. "Who could have killed this man?" I begin to ponder. "A disgruntled business partner? Blackmailer? Lover? Or family even?
Whew!
Looking up into the inside mirror I noticed a matte black M3 which I suddenly realized had been following me right from when I joined the freeway.
This was way much more than I'd bargained for. I quickly take a left turn and kill my lights. The car passes by slowly not even stopping. "Wow my imagination must be getting to me again," I say to myself and laugh.
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Finding Who Killed Him
Action"Speeding down the highway I realized my vacation had been brought to a stop by the death of a man that brought the whole Vancouver to a standstill. But well who was I to determine my vacation? The job hated anything of that sort This is a story of...
