The Dream

Chapter 7

Is this a joke! Am I a murderer!! Is this what the note means? I chased this person so hard to find answers and all that only to find out that I am a murderer? What does Mr. X mean by this? How could I kill someone? and why can't I remember a damn thing if I did? I did not experience any blackout!! Then how did this happen? Considering that Mr. X has been right about everything until now, I started to panic. I started falling into jeopardy. I was going crazy and I really didn't know what to do!

I couldn't sleep for the whole night. I was tossing and turning on my bed. Even if I did manage to get a nap, dreams woke me up again. The next morning, I went to the office as usual. Jack was waiting for me on my desk.

"Hey, Richie. What's up? Feeling better today?"
"Hey. Yeah, I am alright now. Thanks"
"I collected all the samples from the scene yesterday as you said. They are in the lab.
You can go and start whenever you are ready."
To be honest, I was a bit nervous about this. If I was the killer as said by Mr. X, then there would be a fingerprint match. I didn't quite feel good doing that.
"Thanks, man, Appreciated. By the way, Jack, who is going to be in charge of this investigation? Is it going to be Martin again?"
"Well, No. There is a new officer who has been called in from the NYPD for investigation of this case as the victim was a fugitive from a prior case of his.
Oh! There he is"

I turned back to see who he was. I couldn't believe my eyes for a moment. Because another person from my dream had come to life. Initially, I had my doubts, but on a closer look I was sure, I definitely saw that man in my dreams. My dreams are slowly turning into the reality I never asked for.
Before I could even regain my composure, I saw him walking towards me.
"Hello, I believe you must be Richmond Thawne, the forensic analyst for the murder investigation of Steve Spindler. I am Inspector Robert Kocher, NYPD. Nice to meet you!"
"Oh, the pleasure is mine. I will try my best to give you the test results as soon as possible"
"Sure thanks. I am counting on you"

I hastily left that place as I was still trembling with shock. I reached the lab and settled down in the chair. Thoughts started running through my mind. What if I really am the murderer and I just have no knowledge of it? Do I have the courage to confess it to Robert? I really didn't know.

I started removing the samples from the box. There were lots of evidence taken from the site. There were fingerprints, blood swabs, footwear impressions that Jack had already made a dental stone cast, and lots more.

I started reading the report, and the more I read the more depressed I became. Based on the site of trauma to the head, Jack had determined that the culprit was about 6 feet in height and was left-handed, similar to me. Based on the footwear print, the report said that it was a US size 10 which was again the same as mine. The wound on the head was caused by an object which could have been of a similar width as a pistol. Again something I do have.

All the evidence pointed in my direction. I ran the fingerprints through our criminal database and no match was found. The blood work showed that there was blood belonging to two people. One was blood type O+ve which belonged to Mr. X and the other was AB-ve which is a rare blood group, and again it was the same as mine.

I was desperately trying to find evidence thatwould point to any other person than me. Just then I found another piece of evidencein the box which I had missed before. I took it out and it shattered my heart.It was a wristwatch that belonged to the culprit and it definitely seemedfamiliar.
It was mine.