Detective Story

Chasing him down

When he arrived, he went into the interrogation room and looked at the suspect. He looked very suspicious. He was a big man, with brown hair and brown eyes. He had a thick beard that went down to his chest. He looked rather thuggish overall. Detective Scott sat down in front of him and asked him.
"What do you know about the murder last night?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," said the suspect.
"K, we'll start with something simple. What is your name?"
"Owen Hutchens."
"Where were you last night?"
"I was at a party with my friends. You can ask them if you want."
"Maybe I will, but first I need to ask you more questions. What was your relationship to the Smith family?"
"I knew the father... I used to work with him before I quit my job because I didn't like how they did things."
Scott told Owen to list the numbers of his friends and his boss.
Owen handed him a list of numbers. He went down the list and everything matched what he had said, except when he called his boss. He told a completely different story to what Owen had told. He said that he got angry at his boss and stormed out when he tried asking him why he didn't turn up to work the day before. He went back over to Owen and told him what his boss had said. Owen hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Fine, I'll tell you everything."
After about half an hour of talking to Owen, he let him go. There wasn't enough evidence to hold him. It turns out what he knew was completely unrelated to the case. He called Lisa Miller to tell her we have narrowed down the list of suspects to three people. They met up at the police station and proceeded to investigate.
They found nothing useful at the first suspect's house. The woman who lived there was in her mid forties and had no relation to the Smith family. They went on to the next suspect. They knocked on the door and there was no answer. They tried again and still got no answer. They proceeded to kick the door in to find a huge mess. It looked like someone had been searching here. He found a glove in the mess. It looked like the kind of glove that would be used by a thief. Lisa Miller went to put it in a bag, when Detective Scott stopped her and said he would take care of it. Lisa didn't understand why, but she let him anyway. Nothing else was found in that house. They went to the last suspect and this time there was an answer. As soon as the suspect opened the door, he screamed, "You!" and ran to the other end of the house. The two detectives chased after him and got him cornered in a room.
"We just want to talk," said Scott, rather calmly.
The suspect's face resembled disbelief. He ran and jumped out of the window, so quickly the detectives hardly had any time to react. By the time they looked out the window, he was nowhere to be seen.
"What was that all about?" asked Lisa.
"No idea. Let's find out."

Back at the police station, Lisa asked where the glove was. Detective Scott looked clueless and said, "Damn! I must have dropped it while we were chasing that guy!"
"How could you possibly lose evidence?" said Lisa, getting annoyed.
"I'll go back and find it."
"Be quick. It needs to be examined."

Detective Scott was back in about an hour. "What took you so long?" said Lisa, getting frustrated
"I couldn't find the glove... I looked everywhere!"
"You'd better hope it wasn't important."

The next day, the suspect that ran away was found dead.
It was very peculiar... Lisa couldn't figure out why he had reacted that way when we showed up at his door. On the body, she found a note. It was written fast, as if he was in immediate danger. It read, "Don't trust him!" Lisa knew exactly what it meant, and she made her way back to the police station inform everyone.