The Murder

Third Chapter

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My work in the civilian police in my town is tiring, stressful and often makes me want to drop everything, by several factors, such as lack of incentive to work, lack of minimum conditions and Humanities to work.

Of course, the kind of research the station also helps to cause stress. We work with the dead. Not necessarily with them. But finding those who killed them. Whatever the reason.

In my team we work I, Frank and Paul. Our shift is always the Nocturne, so we have a very big chance of always being called, especially on the weekends.

Even with a large amount of work, most of the time we got our purpose, which is to identify the author of the murders. And that's very rewarding. We may not bring the victim's life back, but commit the offender to justice.

And in all my works, the authors were convicted. I'm very methodical about it. Investigate how far it is possible to do so. Within the standards, although it's very hard to hold on when we see any citizen think is greater than justice.

From time to time we work with "informers", and some of those are abused, they always want a "change" for any information I can get. However, the information in 99% is efficient and we can really achieve the investigation.

We work with Deputy Deborah, super professional, punctual and, more often than not are with us in the line of fire. Not afraid of anything. What for us is a pleasant surprise, because I've seen and lived with delegates of all forms, even the most "lazy".

I remember my first case, a respected businessman, was in his house when he was found by a maid on Monday, when she arrived for work.

Found him lying in bed with his hands and feet tied with rope to the legs of the furniture. Was only in his underwear. The problem was that he had a knife stuck in his chest.

The police was thrown immediately and expertise soon isolated the location. Nobody went in or out of the House. The victim was a man of 65 years and had no family. If there was someone never showed up. Lived alone and the company I had was the maid who worked Monday through Saturday, playing only on Sunday.

Célio Rebouças, that was his name, had come to town with 20 years and worked great until I can build a company in the business of haberdashery and get rich. However, never married. I think I worked too much and didn't get time for a marriage and a family. Or so I wanted to share what has signed up.

The case is that it was there, in bed, with a knife stuck in his chest, with your eyes open and a grimace of disbelief. This led to believe they knew her killer, or killer. It was a given to be taken into account.

During this time I worked with a former COP, a very experienced and gave me several "ringers" how to read a crime scene. And that's what I did.

This was the first since I couldn't lift it. And still was a lot.

On the dresser beside had several bottles of beer and two glasses. He was not alone. There was a company.

Today we identify someone by digital and that place was definitely like a garden full of flowers, in this case, full of prints, but at that time, the crime lab was just crawling.

But we had the murder weapon. A type of dagger knife about 30 cm long, new.

Interviewing the maid we learned that that knife did not belong to the owner of the House, and then brought out by the killer. I.e. premeditated crime.