The Author's Stories

It's getting Late

A dark rainy night sky conflicts with the bright lights of a city as a detective silently makes his way across town, but bothering to notice the drops that hit his clothing. He takes a sharp right on the corner of a street and stops at a seemingly normal hotel. There's police cars, ambulances, the blurry lights of sirens and their haunting sounds. He walks up to an officer and shows her his badge. She leads him to a room. It's a decent size, filled with luxuries of all sorts. It's rather nice except for the one imperfection... the dead body that lay in a puddle of blood on the floor. " Our investigators claim it was a suicide... We wanted to be sure. " she claimed. The detective nodded and walked towards the body. There was a bullet hole in the side of her head where blood was pouring out. But... where was the gun? He searched the room silently, the officer eyeing him curiously as he worked. He was about to give up the area of the room when he noticed a glimmer from under the bed. The gun... It was a shiny pistol with a smooth design. The detective slipped on a pair of latex gloves before picking up the small device. Along with the gloves he took out a little trinket, scanning the gun with it. " What's that detective? " the officer asked. " It's a print scanner... I would require a piece of the victims DNA, and a scan of the weapon, and it will inform me if they were really the ones holding the object... It takes a little for the readings to come through. " he stood up and placed the gun in an evidence bag, moving onto the bathroom. Walking in his eyes widened at the sight of broken bottles and blood dripping onto the floor. The officer also walked over to the bathroom and gasped. The small print reader made a beeping noise and he looked down, horrified to find that the DNA and fingerprints didn't match up. Prints not matching up, and sign of a struggle... This could only mean....

" this wasn't a suicide..... "

( not my best work :/ )