Joe Carpenter was a peaceful man. Yet he was known as shy. Joe Carpenter was also a mysterious man. People never understood why he did anything he did. He was a laid-back kinda guy. He knew not many people, and never has had a girlfriend even at the time he died at the age of 24. I have been studying this case for a week or so and still yet have not found a theory. Yet i think i'm getting closer to finding it…
Timothy had not liked his job all that much. All of his days were the same: Get up early, make breakfast, get to work, study a case, get home, continue studying the case, and take forever to get to a conclusion. Timothy had short black hair, hazel eyes, and a bushy mustache. He rarely shaved which is yet to explain how he always has a bit of stubble upon his chin. Regardless of that, he doesn't really care much about anything.
It was that very day in which Joe had died when he had dragged himself out of bed and turned on the news.
And there it was.
"Welcome to the news with Gordon Wade; today there had apparently been yet another murder…"
Oh, this is gonna be just great…
"Joe Carpenter of Harper St. was found dead in his upstairs living room, with various cuts across the body. If anybody knows anything about this happening, please contact the local police immediately."
Timothy shut off the TV and stared. Do i ever get a day off? Apparently not.
And here comes the phone call
Timothy got dressed and twirled his keys in his hand.
He soon got into is Cherry Red Ferrari, a gift from his father from many years ago, and drove off.
It was a half-an-hour later when he arrived.
"Hey there buddy!"
Timothy rolled his eyes.
"Ricky, how could you be so happy all the time? I mean, seriously, everyday you're all acting like you won the lottery!"
"Since when is that not allowed?"
Ricky gives him an odd look.
Timothy has never in his life seen Ricky do that. He was always happy. Maybe he should back off just a little… Oh, too late.
"Every day, all you do is complain and complain and complain! Just give me a break, Timothy! God!"
Wow. Timothy never heard any of that from Ricky. Ever. Whatever, why does that matter? It was time to get to business.
"Hey Tim check this out… it says here that Joe was left without a family at the age of 21!"
"Well that helps a lot, now doesn't it?" Replies Timothy sarcastically.
"Actually, it does. It just takes his family out of the picture. Can't be them, right?"
"Well, I guess that's true… but on the other hand, that means we have no family to interview."
Ricky turns his chair around to face him and tells him blankly:
"That's what friends are for!"
Impressive, impressive. Ricky's best use of his all-time motto.
It was later that evening when Joe's best friend, Peter, came to get interviewed.
Timothy hoped for the best.
"So, Peter, I understand you were pretty close with Joe… is that correct?"
"Yes, sir."
"OK, so i'm just going to ask you a few questions here… Did Joe have any other friends that you know of?"
"Not besides Frankie Newman, no."
"And who is this Frankie, exactly?"
"Well, he's a businessman at Clean-air. it's a company that produces… well, air filters. And fans…"
"I don't care about that! Who was he to Joe?"
"Him and Joe weren't really close. Like, at all. They would always fight. Couldn't agree on nothing."
"What was the most recent thing you know of that went on between the two?"
"I don't know, sir."
"Well, OK then, you are now dismissed from the session."
Timothy looks up at the smiling Ricky.
"Well, Tim, looks like we've got ourselves a suspect!"
Timothy half-smiles.
"You thinking what i'm thinking?"
"That it's Frankie?"
Timothy frowns.
"No, i was thinking more of Peter."
"Well, whatever you say Timothy. Either way, we need to interview Frankie Newman." Replies Ricky blankly.
It wasn't until the next day, March 15th, 2009, when Frankie had come for the interview.
"So, Frankie, first off, do you know of anyone else that was friends with Joe?"
Frankie looks at Tim with a foul look.
"Call me Mr. Newman." He says in a warning tone of voice.
"OK then, Mr. Newman. Just answer the question."
Timothy was getting fed up with these type of people. Always hesitating to answer. As if they have something to hide.
"Peter Thompson, Natasha Husher, and Nathan Flank, sir."
That's better.
"Who was Natasha Husher to him?"
Timothy asked this almost immediately, for he new for a fact that at least half of the cases he went through had something to do with relationships. And this may just be the conclusion.
"They were just friends, as far as I know, sir."
"Alright then, how about Nathan Flank?"
Frankie paused for a second.
"Well Nathan was… well it's kinda hard to say. They were kinda close and distant at the same time. I have never really understood their friendship much."
"And what exactly do you mean by that?"
"They'd be best friends one day, and another day they'd just avoid each other."
"Well, Fr-, um, Mr. Newman, best friends sometimes do fight. I shall take this case further. You may leave now, Mr. Newman."
On March 12th, 2009, Timothy and Ricky went to search for evidence
"Tim, check it! A switchblade!" Ricky plays around with it.
"We should search it for fingerprints. Bring it back to the station. And stop plain' with it!"
"Right away, old bud!"
"Hey Ricky, don't forget, we need to get the fingerprints of our suspects!"
"Well of course buddy!"
Later
"Soo.." Ricky crosses his arms. "You're probably wondering why you're all here.
"Yeah, it better be important…" Replies Nathan Flank
"Yeah, actually, it is. Now, I'm gonna need your fingerprints…"
After the prints were collected
"Now, let's see who this really was…" Ricky matches the fingerprints with…
"What? I can't believe it was him…"
To be continued
