Who is the biggest liar of them all?
Marked COMPLETE on 30/06/2018
❛❛A shattered mirror can be deceptive.❜❜
It all started with a cracked mirror.
Everything changed with a coincidence.
A mirror can't lie, that's what the onlooker thinks. But don't f...
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Chapter 7: Antony, Cleopatra and More
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Sanchez was strangely happy to feel bothered. He had never had this feeling in years. He looked into his bathroom mirror and smiled—a genuine smile—another first in several years.
He washed himself and lay down on his bed after picking up Antony and Cleopatra from the shelf.
He knew it might turn out to be a simple trial and error case. If not this person, then that person. But he was genuinely excited. It looked like all the excitement he was missing out was soon going to come back to him. He looked at the book.
Maybe it's lucky for me. Ma has been looking after me.
He opened it where he had bookmarked it and continued reading.
Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictors Will catch at us like strumpets, and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune. The quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels. Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I' th' posture of a whore.
Cleopatra had conjured up a horrific image of what would have happened to her and her public image if she surrendered. Antony would be portrayed as a drunkard and she would be played by a squeaking boy as a whore.
He closed the book and kept it aside. Strangely enough, he did not feel like giving a piece of his mind to Cleopatra's rants today. His mind kept wandering back to the mirror case. He excavated a thought he had buried a few days ago in his mind: he had observed that the bullet hole in the mirror wasn't at Sanders' height. That is, not at where it should normally have been if the bullet had been fired from a gun in Sanders' hand if he had pointed it straight forward. Moreover, it was nearer to Scott's height. There were two explanations: either that Sanders had shot the mirror at a lower height on purpose to ward off suspicion, or that the bullet had not been shot by Sanders.
The former was more obvious, but if the latter was true, it would be an above-average-thrilling case. Only a teeny bit more than the average thriller, but it would still be a kind of promotion in his pathetic life. Although he felt his imagination was going too far, the longer he pondered on the second explanation, the more he got inclined to believe it.
He'd investigate more tomorrow. If anything of the slightest importance had escaped his vision, he wouldn't give up easily without finding it all. He had done the sleuthing at Mrs Sanders house because of his gut feeling, but now he would use his powers of detection for his sake...his job's sake...his future's sake.
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