The Haunting Of Truman

Part two: Jack Moral

In the small town of Truman, the police force isn't that big. Two officers and a medical examiner were sent to attend the body of Paul Simmons.
"Found dead by Camilla this morning," Officer Jeremy told his partner. They had decided to get a lunch at Subway and come back to the house. The medical examiner was dragging the body towards their ambulance. Roger Jeremy and Steven Zechi sat in a squad car.
"Not really much of a loss, though," replied Steve.
"Yeah. There are really no exciting things in this town. Just old drunks stumbling down staircases."
They both laughed and ate more of the sandwiches.
"Ya hear that?" Steve asked. The sound of rock music started getting louder. "What is that?"
A 1973 Volkswagon Beetle pulled up behind the squad car. A tall man wearing a trench coat stepped out. The rock music was still playing, but softer now. The man was singing "Eye Of The Tiger".
"Excuse me!" Shouted officer Jeremy. "Only police can be here!"
"Oh," replied the man. "I'm sorry. I'm here to look at the house. I heard the previous owner moved out." He chuckled.
The police had incredulus looks on their faces. "No, I'm joking." He laughed.
"Well who are you?" Asked Steve.
"International private investigator Jack Moral." The man pulled out his badge to show the suspicious cops.
"Well, Jack Koral," officer Jeremy growled. "There is no reason a private invesigator should be looking into an acidental death. You shou-" Jack cut him off.
"Paul's friend, Camilla, called me. She wanted my opinion on this."
"Don't know why she would care," chuckled Steve. Both of the officers laughed.
"Well, could I maybe take a look inside?" Asked Jack.
"Sure. Why not." Replied officer Jeremey. The private detective nodded, and headed towards the house. He opened the door and went inside. The medical examiner was taking photos of the crime scene.
"Hello?" Asked Jack. The medical examiner looked up.
"Hi.." She said. "I'm Camilla Red. Are you the investigator?"
"Oh, sorry, yeah. My names Jack. Jack Moral." He showed her his badge. "So! What have you come up with?"
"Well, looks like Paul was drunk, took a tumble down the stairs, and here we are."
"You don't think he was murdered?"
Camilla looked stunned. "No.. There hasn't been a murder in this town in a decade! He was drunk. Thats all." She stared into the distance behind Jack.
"You alright?" He asked.
"Yeah! Yeah. Fine." She replied. "I need to make a quick call, so you can check out the body, the scene and I'll be right back."
He thought. Jack looked around, and saw a black lab lying on the floor.
*Ten minutes later.*
Camilla walked back into the room to see Jack crouching over the corpse.
"Find anything mister detective?" Asked Camilla, twirling her hair.
"Nope. Just that your boyfriend just broke up with you." He replied.
"Wh-What?!? How did yo-"
"First of all, the smeared makup on your face means you were crying. Second, you started flirting with me the moment you walked in the room. Also, the necklace you were just wearing is gone, suggesting that you removed a gift given by a loved one."
"SEE YOU IN HELL." Camilla stormed out of the room.
Jack chuckled. He could be a jerk. He walked out of the house and back into his vintage Volkswagon. What he had noticed in the house was the tiny scorch mark on the top of the basement stairs.