Little Detective

Chapter 11: The Older Generation

Jones and I were on our way to look into a lead for a cold case when I got the call. A new body was found in the suburbs and they needed us on the scene. Jones and I made our way there as soon as I got the call. In my short time as a detective, I've learned that I hate murders in the suburbs. There were too many prying eyes from neighbors. And the media liked murders in the suburbs.

When we got to the crime scene, we were met by an officer who automatically came up to us.

"You our detectives?" she asked as we made our way to her. I looked around the street before looking at the house.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm Detective Jones, this is Detective Barnes. What are we looking at?"

"Two vics. Floyd and Marlene Ambler. Both of them were sixty-three and married to each other. Both of them retired. The house was ransacked, so we're thinking burglary gone wrong. We're waiting for family members to show up to see if anything was taken. They were both killed by two gun shot wounds. Floyd had one in his leg and another in his throat. And Marlene had two straight to the chest," the officer explained as she led us inside.

"Any homes around here have security cameras?" I asked.

"A neighbor across the street has a front porch camera. They're looking through the footage to see if they can see anything," she said.

"Well this is sad," Jones said when we walked into the house. I saw what he meant. Two streaks of blood from different areas of the living room met in the hallway leading back into one of the bedrooms.

"They were an elderly couple," I said. "They didn't deserve this to happen to them."

"Will you let us know when the family shows up?" Jones asked the officer. "We'll need to ask them some questions."

"Of course," the officer nodded.

Jones and I made our way to the bedrooms, making sure not to step in the blood. I looked inside everyone bedroom as I passed. Once to the back bedroom, I saw the bodies. Floyd was further into the room, half hidden by the bed and Marlene was left right inside the door. CSI was already looking over the bedroom when we entered.

"Hey, guys," I said after I looked around. "Find anything useful, yet?"

"Only a beautiful woman who just walked in," a CSI said as he stared at me. I gave him a blank look.

"I thought she asked for something useful?" Jones asked. I didn't know if he was trying to get the CSI back on track or insult me, but at the moment, I didn't care.

"The man has injuries reflecting self-defense," another CSI spoke up moving towards Jones and I. "And if you look in the garage, you'll see workout equipment. He fought back against whoever did this."

"A sixty-something year old man still working out? That's weird," I said.

"I'm a sixty-something year old man who still works out," Jones said.

"That's different, though," I said. "You do it for your job. He was retired."

"What else have you found?" Jones asked in a monotone voice.

"Well obviously they were dragged in here," the second CSI continued. "They were killed in the living room. There's some bullet holes in there from where the assailant missed."

"Thanks. And you," I pointed at the one who tried to flirt with me, "respect your authority figures. And don't flirt with them. You're not going to get anywhere that way. I may be younger than you, but I am superior to you."

"Got it, ma'am," he muttered. He didn't bother to look up at me as he spoke. Must be embarrassed.

Jones and I exited the bedroom, and went back to the living room. I looked around the room once more. The pools of blood were on opposite ends of the room. I looked between them and then the blood drags.