Melanie Ross and her adventures of Criminology. Book 1: Master of Riddles

Chap#2: The Case

That day as I had gone to meet up with Carl, I had received an unexpected call back from the police department, ordering for my arrival back at the station as quick as possible. I was concerned because I had just left not more than an hour ago. Had I done something wrong? Did they find who the handbag belonged to? Questions flooded my mind. Well, in any case, I had to head back to get to know what was actually going on.

Entering the police station all I could see were people, people everywhere just scattered around like a pack of crazy, angry bulls. Even the atmosphere in the room was feeling quite stuffy. It was a struggle reaching the main counter with people bouncing around like atoms, but somehow I managed to reach the desk and ask what was going on.

The man sitting on the reception desk, looked really irritated, probably because of all the buzz, told me that I had to immediately go into room #409 which was right down the dimly lit hallway to the left.

Inside the room was a convocation of about 50 people, 50 completely anonymous faces and identities but they all looked like they were ready to talk business. The room may have been allocated in the tiny police station but it was surprisingly huge, olden Tudor-ish style - brown wallpapered walls, light golden net curtains, a slight fall ceiling coming down diagonally with a small square shaped chandelier in the middle, but regardless of anything, I was worried as to why they had called for me.

"Ms. Melanie Ross, we need your help in solving a case" as the man said this I sighed in relief. This wasn't about me.

"But I had just retired a month ago, so why is it that my help is needed?"

Instead of answering my question he carried on with his motive: "Today you came in with a bag. Is that right?"

"Yes, in fact, I did". Then, after asking me for the 'anecdote', they unveiled the weirdest things from the bag. And, they made me take an accord of never repeating this incident to anyone.

After acquiring all the information they needed from me, they took out notes from the bag, an awful lot of notes, and they weren't money but instead they were pieces of paper. Most of the papers were just empty,  others had been scribbled on and then there was one with something written on it, some kind of poemy riddle; it was a poem but kind of a riddle too at the same time, and what was odd was that the date of when the poem was written was of today, 25th June, 2005. It was as if the man had written this on purpose so that it could be found by someone and then handed over to the authorities but why would he do that? Or was this just me overthinking it?

As I read the cipher, I started rationalizing and pondering on what it might be that the man had written.

"A body there shall be

by the sea

tomorrow by noon

  make sure to come soon                      

P.S: near the place where the months come to bind. "