"Hello sir, may I take your order?"
"Just a coffee, please" he replied with a sympathetically smile. When he got the coffee, he brought it to a table on a corner and sat on a chair.
While he was waiting for detective Carver and detective Gore to arrive, he checked again if no one was paying attention to him and when he was sure, he opened his suitcase and looked for the file of the new murder case they were investigating. A forty-three year old woman was stabbed twenty-seven times all along her body, seven of them on the chest and five on her head. She was found in her house by her son, who found her lying on the kitchen floor with a horrified countenance. No forced entry. Her husband committed suicide two years ago, letting her taking care of the two children. Their youngest child is a boy, who was fifteen when his father passed away and their oldest a seventeen year-old girl. So far, they could only talk with their youngest child, once the daughter has been M.I.A. since the day of the murder. She is now their main suspect.
"Where are you gazing at, Aiken?" asked a worried Carver while holding a cup of coffee on his hand. Gore appeared with a chocolate milkshake in one hand and a croissant with ham in the other, smiling as he put down his food on the table.
"Oh sorry, I didn't see you" Aiken replied as he stood up and shook his partners' hands, giving a warm smile. "Any news on this case yet?" he asked, dropping the smile.
"Well" Adam Carver started to speak as he and Julian Gore sat in the chairs in front of Lael Aiken, who sat too, "we tried to contact other family relatives to Mrs...."
"Fay" Gore completed as he attacked the croissant.
"Right, Mrs. Fay." He nodded "But no one seems to know where her daughter might be because their family was living in a really closed 'circle' the past year and it was really hard to know anything about them. We also tried to seek any evidence that would possibly tell us where she would go or if there was a reason that would make her kill her own mother, but it was in vain".
"We questioned her friends, but they didn't add any valuable detail that could lead us to her whereabouts" Gore added "What about you? What did you find so far?"
"I've searched the family history. As it seems, they have quite a history" Lael cleared his throat as he began to speak "Mrs. Fay, Eleanor Fay, and her husband, Frederik Fay where trying to have children when Mrs. Fay was more or less twenty-four years old and Mr. Fay twenty-five but after two years trying to have babies, they found out that Mr. Fay was infertile, causing a mild depression on him. They both decided to adopt and one year later they brought Harmony Smith, only three years old and Abel Nye, one year old at the time.
"Mrs. Fay was diagnosed with a skin cancer two years ago, which made her husband's depression worsen, and a few days later he committed suicide. He took his own life by driving his car off an abyss. In the year before, they also found that he was bipolar type two, which explained the depression phase and the hypomanic phase".
"The hypomanic phase?" Carver asked.
"Yes. I looked through their bank accounts - all the account movements I mean - and he liked to spend lot of money on randomly things like trips, expensive jewelry, expensive stuff, you know? That was when he was on the manic phase, when he felt euphoric, yet he didn't looked extremely happy has you might think. Not only did he had this need for buying expensive stuff Impulsively, but his work yield increased substantially when he was on this phase. These phases can last like about, shall I say, a three or four days, once we're talking about a type two and not a type one bipolar disorder, otherwise it would last a week or so, then it's the depression phase turn, which I guess you are familiar with its concept".
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L.I.E. (Learn, Improve, Educate)
Mystery / ThrillerWhat if one day you wake up and find out that you've been in a coma for two weeks? And besides that, what if you can't remember anything that happened in the year before? This happened to Detective Lael Aiken, who struggles every day to find out wha...