Inevitable

The Detective

I got the call at about two in the morning. Nicolas Gunn was shot two times in the boat house of Camp Jungle Woods. I left as soon as I could and traveled the three hours it took to get there. This would be my second case this week. If it wasn't for the black coffee I'd be asleep in my comfy bed right now. But, when the job calls I'm always there to solve the case.

The radio was playing softly. Not only was the coffee and music keeping me awake, but the disturbing news of Nicolas being murdered during his party and no one realizing he had been shot.

There are ten suspects. The co-workers, Donald Brunson and Debbie Flowers. The neighbors, Isabelle Harris and Tom VanSteinburg. And some of Mr. Gunns acquaintances, Lauren Kossel, Ken Scully, John Alberts, Pete Yamani, and Sam Duncan. All who where at the party and could have had the opportunity to kill Mr. Gunn. Stopping at a gas station I fill up my gas tank and buy a few things to snack on. The smell of the pines where overwhelming.

I finally pulled up to a long dirt road which would lead to Camp Jungle Woods. I followed the skinny road that seemed to get more and more narrow. When it felt like the road would never end, I came upon the campgrounds. Pulling into a parking spot I take one last sip of coffee. I get out of my car, while fixing my tie. It was kind of chilly, so I put on my dark brown jacket and started to walk up the path to the crime scene.

Before I opened the door to the boat house I put my gloves on, making sure not to disturb the crime scene. As I walked upon the bloody mess, the smell of death was in the air. I could tell the organs were already starting to decay. I walked in further watching where I stepped. Looking to the left I see the cold, stiff body of Mr. Gunn. He was lying there on his back. The first bullet entered below his stomach missing any vital organs. He most likely tried to pick him self back up after the first blow. The second bullet on the other hand, looked as if it penetrated a few ribs and entered his right kidney.

Looking around I found a piece of torn fabric lying on the ground. I picked it up with my pin and placed it into an evidence bag. I also found a shoe print at the entrance of the boat house, which looked to be eight inches long. it was facing towards the door. Snapping a few pictures I then move to a trash can that stood in the left corner by the entrance. Searching through the trash I find a 1911 pistol, the murder weapon possibly.

I searched the boat house for another entrance and found a window, cracked open enough for a mouse; however, not a person. I tried to open it more though it was stuck. Making my way further in the building I found a back door which had been unlocked. "This must have been the way the killer came in," I said thinking out loud. "Oh, look what we have here!"

"Who are you?" a voice came from behind me.

"I'm Detective Chevalier," I calmly said turning around to see a plump man standing behind me. "Who might you be?"

"Names Donald Brunson. I work or, I mean worked with Nicolas at the law firm." said Mr. Brunson.

"Let's talk outside this is a crime scene." I said really annoyed. As we exit the building I see that a storm is moving in and with it some fog.

"So, do you know who did it?" asked Mr. Brunson.

"No, not yet, but I will get to the bottom of it." I answered.

"You know I was really good friends with Nicolas." he had exclaimed.

"Actually I don't know." I said.

'Well if there is anything you need, anything let me know." responded Mr. Brunson walking away.

"Hey, Mr. Brunson if you could do something for me," knowing I have his attention now. "Gather everyone up from the party last night and have them meet in the dining hall."