Frontier anarchy

2020

Jack Simmons sat in his car, writing in his diary all about his uneventful day, the fresh summer morning left him wondering what he was doing on duty, he briefly considered call sick this morning but something in his gut told him it be best to go to work today.
Just as he started his car to get some lunch a voice crawled through his radio "we've got a 187 down shestlen block, could all available units head that way" jack looked at his watch 12:15, lunch could wait. He placed the diary down and headed down to the scene. When he got there, he noticed others looking solemnly at him, as he got out the car one of his colleagues spun him around "maybe you need to take the rest of the day off" jack, although that had been his main idea, questioned it severely "why, what's up" his colleague sighed "well, I haven't seen it but word is there's a note addressed to you, bout your old man. They're not letting anyone see it and they've asked you to leave" "it's not anyone I know right? The victim? Was the letter addressed?" everything started to numb a bit as he excepted the worst "no idea if the letter was addressed, first responder already took it back, no I.d on the vic, I'll ask if you can have a look"
His colleague walked over to someone he didn't recognize. jack was worried now, the guy walked over to him "once we study the letter thoroughly you'll see what it says but at the moment we need to check for fingerprints and whatnot, also with what was written we cant exclude it from being, say, poisoned. it's just a risk we cant take" jack tried to look at the vic but it had already been covered up "can I check around the scene, there has too be something I can do. I'm not heading home cuz someone put my name in a letter, if they wanted me to read the letter they wouldn't poison it, there's no use in telling someone something only kill them, there was also no certainty I'd be the only one to touch it or that I wouldn't have glove" the stranger looked at him for a moment "the letters already been taken back, best I can do is show you the vic, see if you can get a confirmation" it was good enough for jack so they lifted the covers on the vic. Jack knew the face for a while "oh yeah, he's my barber, pretty good to. I highly doubt that the killer was sending a message with my barber though. It's not much of a message"
The stranger looked at jacks colleague before whispering something and parting ways. The colleague look at him "he's not your barber is he? " jack looked up, confused "is it obvious?" the colleague shook his head "you don't trust anyone but family members to cut your hair, it a part of your character, I picked up on it when I commented on your hair years ago, who was he actually? " jack was surprised "you sure retain information. Vics real name is Alexandra Simmons, my uncle, everyone suspected he was the guy who killed my father, I never personally liked him anyway, to see him there doesn't really affect me, we sure it was a suicide? He coulda written the note and a dressed it to me" "wounds state otherwise, eye witnesses say that a white male spun the vic around and shot him a few times" jack had a light bulb moment "just like my father, so either the suspect knew who and how killed him or the suspect also killed my father" the stranger returned to the scene "I think it's time you go home officer simmons"