Story 3, In a prestigious academy nestled in a remote island, a series of mysterious events unfold, starting with the murder of a prominent figure. As tensions rise and suspicions mount, a determined detective, a resourceful lieutenant, and a courag...
The dense fog harassed the crew from the exit of the previous port. It was still stuck next to the big metal ship like chains to prisoners. On the hidden island the crows were heard welcoming the crew with their songs that cloudy night. In the skies a pair of airplanes guarding in the darkness circling in circles as if they were watching the crows.
The only passenger on the ship concentrated his eyes on the distance, ignoring the types of signs that surrounded him. The thick fog did not allow to distinguish if the port of the Military Academia was desolate or crowded. Raniel Cautillo, Inspector of his Majesty, felt chills through the mysterious dock.
When arriving, the crew of the ship accommodated the bridge that the ship hulled with the port. Raniel began to disembark while he felt the surprised looks for his intriguing and complex mechanical arm that he had as an extremity. It was common to see people with plastic prostheses, but that arm was a metal and even luxurious composed of different nuts and links. Several tiny compartments adorned the enigmatic arm in which kept different types of items that had an Inspector of that time. In his other hand he carried a not-so-big suitcase with an old-fashioned lock. It was not easy to appreciate his aristocratic attire because he wore a long coat since it looked like a cape and a top hat complemented his so meticulous way of dressing his clothes.
Once near the end of the bridge, at the exit of the landing, the fog seemed to open like curtains in a theater. In the background, a man was waiting for him, who at first glance was shorter than him. It was adorned by an elegant dress of fine fabrics very foreign to the eyes of the inspector and an expression of concern. Raniel approached him with heavy steps, while the man with the least expression remained motionless. Around the man, a dozen uniformed youths were waiting to board the ship.
- Greetings I am Count Harper, - He greeted him with a handshake the man of average height who appeared to have practiced every word he said to Raniel. - Owner of the island and father of the murdered recruit.
- Both the Crown and your humble servant regret his loss. - Answered Raniel removing his hat, showing respect to the Count.
- Thanks, - Replyed stunned as he began walking through the narrow streets. The Count carried a lamp illuminating what seemed to be an abandoned town at those long hours of the night. The rest of the young people who were around the Count began to board the ship.
- Why should so many people are leaving the island? - Raniel questioned
- Predictions indicate that in less than 48 hours a storm will reach the island. The Colonel in charge of the Academia has authorized the evacuation of the recruits to the next port.
- So the island is deserted?
- Not at all, most of the recruits that retire have family in other nearby areas to accommodate. The others will stay in the bedrooms during the storm.
- I see.
(This means that I cannot conduct an investigation as it should. The Count's son and Inspector Jarvet are dead, my witnesses will go and the culprits among them, how could the director of this place allow this?) Raniel thought annoyed.
- Everything has been a great tragedy. First, the death of my son and now the sudden death of Inspector Jarvet.
They walked through the dark streets. Only a tiny light from the headlights illuminated the road. The Count agreed that everything seemed to be a disgrace.
- Tell me about your son
- Well, Sub Lieutenant Harper was the opposite of me. He was tall, strong, with a fierce appetite and a good sense of humor. - The Count paused perhaps trying to control some anguish. - goodhearted. Without enemies Only a girl who brought him crazy.
(Would she have got something to do with it?)
The narrow aisle shaped streets carried the mist of the dock. The continual songs of the crows took them to the building where the most recent corpse was. It was a building without signs and although at first sight its light color could be distinguished, the darkness gave it a macabre change. If Raniel were a man full of fear he would have asked the Captain of the ship to return him to his home. But perhaps it was the strange omens that forced him to continue investigating more in the mysterious place. Climbing a few steps at the entrance was a serious man in military uniform who at first glance could be distinguished by high rank and seriousness
- Here I present Colonel Viruet, in charge of the Academia.
The Colonel shook the Inspector's hand, wearing a green jacket with gold buttons and several pockets. In the dubbing of the neck you could see his rank and his name "Viruet" Cream pants with a black line that came down from the side of the waist distinguishing his official rank. The lower part was inserted in brown boots that came a little below the knee.
- It is a pleasure, Inspector Cautillo, - said the Colonel - be welcome, it is a pity to meet us in these circumstances
- I think the same, I've heard great things about you. - Answered Raniel noticing how the Count disinterested and undertook almost the same way as where he had brought Raniel.
- Well I retire, I wanted to meet him and wish him the best. Thank you for coming and please, Find my child's insurance. - With words the departed father left, but with proud steps Count Harper left the place. The entrance was getting darker by Count Harper walking away with the oil lamp.
- We'll talk later - (I plan to investigate the death of my friend first) - I want to go to the morgue. - He turned to where the Colonel put his hat. Act followed by the Inspector and the Colonel to enter the building.
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