CARSON'S CRIME INVESTIGATION SERVICES

Chapter 8

The security guard halted them at the gates.

"Hello again Officer's, how can I help you?", he asked, his bald head shining in the sun, making Kira shield her eyes and squint.

"We're here to talk to Miss Knightley and yourself, as well as search your hut and the home", spoke Kira, holding up the warrant. "You can read this if you like".

"Wow, she's not messing around", thought Ivory, observing everything the red head did. "I can see why cases get solved quickly with her. She's relentless and professional on the scene and she doesn't bend to anyone's will or display any fear...in fact, she's almost like a block of solid ice...or maybe she's like a whirlwind or a predator hunting it's prey...either way, she isn't wasting time. She wants immediate results".

The security guard held the warrant in his hand and nodded stiffly. "Perhaps you should take a look in my hut first and chat to me, as I think Miss Knightley might blow a fuse if she sees you here without an appointment".

"We're Officer's sir and with all due respect, this case heavily involves both Miss Knightley and yourself. She cannot afford to be getting upset when we are trying to help her cause", said Kira sternly as she walked on ahead to the hut.

"The case heavily involves me?", asked the guard, almost in fear.

Kira turned to face him, "Well of course it does, because you sir, were laced with laxatives", she said with a stiff smile, "So we are searching your hut for any traces of them, unless you would like to reveal to us that you took laxatives to maybe gain a day off of work?".

"No! I would never do that! It is a sackable offence to be truant, especially to Miss Knightley", gasped the guard. "I can't afford to jeopardise my job for a single day off!".

"Well that's good then", nodded Kira, "Now if you'll excuse us, we have a hut to search".

Ivory gave the guard a small smile and asked him to wait outside whilst they searched every single nook, cranny and draw for any sign of laxative pills or chocolate, but their search returned nothing.

"He needs to empty his pockets", said Kira, walking out of the hut and demanding the guard take off his blazer and turn all pockets on his person inside out. "Hm, just a scrap of tissue", she remarked. "Good".

This woman was like a military soldier and she was on a mission for blood, all the while keeping a completely calm, if not a bit stern of a demeanour.

The guard quickly put his blazer back on as the red head turned to Ivory. "Detective White, it appears the guard is clean, so maybe we should take a look at the security tapes next".

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Can you assist us please?", asked Ivory, the guard nodding and winding back the tapes to the day of the supposed attack.

"I never really got to know Miss Knightley's schedule on the day of the attack, due to me having to go home from work", muttered the guard, pausing for a moment, his heart beating in fear as he mumbled the next words hesitantly; in fear the red head might rip his head off. "So, uh... you say I was laced?".