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I had been in the Woodland Local Police Department for as long as I can remember. Under the Domestic Crime Unit Division, I have handled many disputes between husbands and wives, from the pettiest charges to the most gruesome cases. But only one remained in my memory very vividly as if it would haunt me for life-even in my sleep.
That case from 3 weeks ago at House No. 0192, Delfina St., Privette Drive, Mizuri Subdivision, Ludvega District, Woodland, Parkinson City.
Case no. 283-9282 states the account of a husband and wife dying in the same scene, inside their own house after a huge and contemptuous fight. There's no eyewitness. No close neighbors to tell us what's been going on inside that lonesome house at the end of Delfina Street. There is not enough evidence to conclude the case and I have a hunch that it will only end up dusting on top of numerous folders inside the cold case drawers in the station's archive.
But what struck me hard into thinking about this mystery is how a thin pile of witness testimony forms disappeared from the patrol car when I came back after checking the house for the second time around. And on the last day of our scene investigation, as if mocking the incompetent police force, the missing pile of statement forms miraculously came back-filled up, signed, and neatly narrating the story as if they were there from the beginning until the ending.
Only that, the most ridiculous part of that phenomenon- aside from having multiple, conflicting witness accounts-are the signatures.
It seems to me that whoever signed those forms must be bored and bold enough to play a big and practical joke on us, under our noses.
- 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐞
"𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦"
𝘈𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘴