Canes and Gunshots

Investigation

The Colonels POV

After Damien and I were finally calmed down, we made our way back to Abe.

Upon seeing him, we discovered the body was being examined, tape around his body, and evidence cards in random places around the body and fireplace.

We walked up to it but not to close, my body felt ill at just looking at it. I wanted to turn back the clock and make him alive again.

My friend...

"Alright you two. While you were sobbing like a bunch of children, I was able to figure out the cause of death and what may have happened. Come with me." Abe instructed, leading us to the study where he had papers set up everywhere for evidence.

How long were we in the dining room?

"So here's what I found out. I discovered that he was stabbed 37 times, poisoned, beaten, strangled, drowned, and shot. In that order." He said.

"How the hell is that possible?" Damien asked, both of us confused.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out. His body is cold so he's been dead for a while." Abe finished, looking over the notes once again, his gaze would occasionally shift up to me, making me uncomfortable.

We both just left and went to his bedroom, my body relaxing a bit to sit on the bed. But he remained pacing across the room. I watched like a cat staring at a string.

"This isn't right... Someone here is the killer... You and I were here all night so it has to be one of those two." Damien guessed.

"Maybe it's the detective.." I mumbled under my breath, watching as Damien looked at me.

"That makes the most sense. He is the one who knows all the ways he died without even second guessing." He exclaimed, his grip on his cane tightening with every second.

He growled and kept pacing, my gaze still watching him. He looked more pissed than anyone else here.

"Damien. Do you know something we don't? Something about Mark's death?" I asked.

I regretted even saying that. He looked at me with the most evil, cruel look. Like I stabbed him and he was seeking revenge.

"Me? Hell no! I don't know anything! You probably do!" He yelled.

I flinched and my hands tightened up to balls.

"You were the one who just said we were here all night so it wasn't us!" I yelled, watching as he flinched.

The reaction felt good at first, but then I looked at him and felt bad. He looked scared like me. Our friend was dead and we were both acting out of turn.

"Damien... I-I'm sorry.." I looked down, rubbing my arm.

He sighed and nodded, walking up at me. He lifted my chin and rested his forhead on mine. This comfort felt nice.

"I'm sorry too... I'm just... I'm just angry.. I don't want you to be scared of me..." He apologized.

I hugged him close and sighed in his shoulder, the scent of his cologne made me feel calm and sleepy.

"Colonel.. I do need to tell you something. About Mark.. He wasn't completely honest with us." Damien said in a stern tone.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, looking upat him.

"Well... Mark was-" "Both you get here quick! The body is gone!" Abe bursted in.

Mark's body is gone? But how? We were just down there.

What the hell is going on here...?