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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Crime
- Published: 12/14/2020
Murder?
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Murder?
It was nine o'clock at night upon the 29th of July. One would say that the god's curse was hanging in the sultry and stagnant air. Lack of wind and a full moon could send shivers down the spine of even a strong muscled man.
Every police officer, in the city, would expect a murder to take place at this time of the night. And, alas they were not disappointed as just before a quarter past nine, they had a case of death registered in their records!
The street was buzzing like that of a packed swarm of bees. The photographers stood behind the various barriers kept by the local police. The gleam of yellow tape and the rapid clicking of photos by the reporters summed it all. The death of a person!
Crowd was slowly gathering outside the house. The well wishers, relatives and others were trying to go inside but the police kept barricading them.
After a minute or so, a red, blazing car arrived. The superintendent strode out of it in an alarming speed. A couple of constables paved his way by pushing a lot of photographers aside.
After asking some formal questions to the constables, the superintendent hopped over the gleaming tape and found himself staring at the white chalk outline of the dead figure. The body was still there. But he made up his mind that the body would be the last thing he would look onto. There were other matters which had more importance.
Though the pool of blood certainly made the case look a bit interesting, his eyes were looking on to something else. Sound of flowing water! Water was flowing continuously. The wash basin was a minute away from overflowing.
The tap had not been closed. With the short temper he had, he roared for a policeman and scolded him very badly.
"Sorry sir, I didn't touch it because I had read in novels that fingerprints are a crucial element in the case of murder. I didn't want my fingerprint to surface anywhere." The short heighted constable blurted out these words at the drop of the hat.
"Are you a new joining?" The superintendent asked in a callous way.
"Yes sir."
"You are a gadha (donkey). You and your bookish knowledge! How did you manage to become a constable? Don't you have minimum common sense? Murkho! You idiot, what do you have in your pockets?"
The constable, with a trembling hand, took out a pack of cigarettes and showed it to his boss.
"You are a real gadha. Don't you have a pair of gloves in your back pocket?"
"Yes sir," the constable grinned. "Sir, do you want this pair of gloves for quality check?"
"Arey murkho! I wonder how did you become a police officer! Can't you put on your gloves and close the tap? Where are your type of men bred? In asylums? That's the correct place for you. Now pack your bags and get out of here, otherwise I don't know where my limbs would be!" The superintendent shouted with a threatening voice.
"Sorry sir," the constable uttered. Before leaving, he asked a question.
"Sir, do you want this pair of gloves or shall I take it away with me?"
"Shut up and just get out of my sight!" The superintendent yelled. After the constable left, he calmed down a bit but he continued murmuring and scolding the idiotic constable at his heart.
There was nothing else interesting to be seen except the white outline made with chalk and the body. Alas, one should not expect a bathroom to show up interesting things.
Blood was oozing out of the head. The ambulance was on the way. He took his pair of gloves and touched the body. With the experience he had, he could say that the skull was broken.
It looked a clear case. He thought that if the foolish constable was in his place, that idiot must have closed the case the moment he saw the body.
But years of experience had taught him that most often, the clear cases become the most extraordinary crimes. And to add on to that he could sense something fishy. Again, years of experience had taught him to go by his instincts.
To move a step ahead, he tried to reconstruct the accident. Just as he started to rehearse the play, he heard the siren of an ambulance.
Silently, he moved aside. A couple of young men, in white, came with a bed, laid the corpse on it, covered it with a white bedsheet and quietly went away.
As he had no more work with the corpse, he didn't interrupt the men and let them do their work. After observing a thing or two, he started the rehearsal again.
He tried to rehearse the most probable way of the accident, slipping in the bathroom. Well, he tried many angles and finally hit upon the right one. But instead of a smile, he was a bit upset.
The best satisfaction of a policeman is the closure of a case.
But the superintendent was in no hurry to close the case. Though the first rehearsal was a success, there was no harm in considering the other possible ways of the mishap.
Now, an intelligent police officer has always the need to consider foul play. Or in common words, murder.
It was quite a few times in the recent past that he had come across a well planned murder. He desperately wanted this one to come into that list. Life was boring these days. He hoped of an adventure and this seemed too good an opportunity to miss.
As he didn't have much personal information about the victim, he decided to search for the weapon used to murder. Of course, it's only an 'if' these days.
He quickly lit his cigarette and started making rounds in the cozy bathroom. Surprising, he could smell a perfume with a strawberry odour. Not the kind one would expect in a bathroom. Sadly, after touring for about 10 minutes in the bathroom, he didn't come across anything extraordinary.
There is always the case of the murderer taking away the weapon with him. And he thought that was the most probable. Emergence of some ideas took place but he had no evidence to support it.
His nerves were handing him over. Some key points of this case seemed to be connected with his dark past. He tried to shred off those fears and tried to gather courage.
The thought of his past made him shiver even in the brightest of light. For trying to forget his past, he came outside the bathroom and tried to forge the criminal ideas of how the murderer could have escaped.
There were only two ways he could enter the house and two entry points were the only exit points he could think of.
As the bathroom led to the master bedroom, he decided to investigate there. All seemed quiet there and there were no sign of struggles. There were no traces of blood and all the things were kept in an orderly manner.
He opened the various cupboards and the drawers but nothing attracted him any attention. The bedsheet was also neat and clean. No signs of dust. He decided to search the living room next.
One could see a lavish sofa with a superb finish in the middle of the room. The sofa being a U shape helped it gain more beauty. There was even a nice coffee table and an empty cup on the top of it. He kept it aside ,in a packet, for forensic purposes. Beside the sofa, a couple of accent chairs were also present.
A beautiful painting and an excellent wallpaper conveyed him that the victim was rich. He then toured along another two bedrooms and the dining room. Every single thing looked rich and had a beautiful taste of colour but all these things were tried to make simple yet artistic.
He wondered when he would have this kind of house and all the rich decors inside. The house looked like an old one from outside but was exactly the opposite from inside.
From there, he could go to either the garden at the backside of the house or the kitchen. He chose the kitchen as his next target. It was very large and again it was very clean.
At the corner of the kitchen, a large pizza was on a table. It was from the dominoes. The pizza was still inside the box. When he inspected the pizza, he could hear his stomach grumbling. For a second, he wanted to eat the pizza, how much ever cold it was. But he knew meddling with it at that time was absolutely wrong.
Moving on, he wandered into the garden. He found himself amidst a lot of greenery. He wondered if the murderer escaped from that path and jumped over to the wall. If the murderer had done so, certainly he would find some footprints on the soil. But there were no traces of the murderer escaping from over the wall.
He thoroughly checked there as well but in vain. The plants were looking very fresh. The water dropping from the leaf was a sight to behold at nighttime. The sound of cricket made the garden more pleasant. The bushes were well grown and a series of various flowers were sown in an orderly manner. From what he could make up, the victim was a nature lover.
The newly laid soil hadn't had any footmarks and the flowers were also not stamped on. As the murderer had no chance to escape from the main door, this was the only way he could have escaped.
For a police officer to find a criminal, the police officer too needed a criminal brain not a police brain.
He found a way the murderer could have escaped. There was a thin line of grass beside the newly laid soil which would not have any footmarks even if one would walk there. But to do that one needed hefty amount of practice and thus only an expert in rope climbing could do that.
There could be a chance that a police officer committed this crime as during police training, all have to practice rope climbing and endure a lot of other torturing things.
But seldom does one find a police officer committing crimes these days. With that thought in mind, he gazed dreamingly towards the full moon.
With a sly smile, the superintendent patted himself on the back for the flawless murder he had just committed!
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