"Murder suicide?" Detective Deangelis asked her partner with a very perplexed look on her face.
"Seems that way doesn't it?" Art replied, standing over the entwined bodies.
"What the hell is going on here? Beth Childs, Sarah Manning, Alison Hendrix, and now this woman…" the female detective checked her notebook, "Cosima Niehaus, how many of them are there? I mean what are the statistics on quadruplets? Like one in seven hundred thousand?"
"Something like that yeah… but's what the story? If they were all sisters why didn't Sarah Manning just say? There's got to be something more to this, something we're missing."
"Something's been missing since the beginning Art, I still say that we should bring Sarah Manning back in for further questioning."
"You know that I would if I could Angie. But for now all we can do is try to figure this part of the mystery out."
"Okay so, victims are: Cosima Niehaus, PhD student in evolutionary development at the university of Minnesota and Delphine Cormier Immunologist of the Dyad institute."
"What do you reckon, was some one else here or did they trash the place?" Art asked.
"It's hard to tell…"
"C.O.D?" Art asked.
"It's exactly how it looks, gun shot to the head," Deangelis said, pointing to Delphine, "And a shot to the heart."
"Personal?"
"Probably, neighbours said that they heard fighting and a loud crash then two gun shots spaced out." Art nodded, looking around the trashed room. A green piece of paper stuck out boldly among the white and he picked it up, "What have you got there?" She asked, moving to stand by him and look over his shoulder.
"Don't know yet…" he trailed off, skimming the page, "it might be a suicide note." he read through it quickly, "if this is a true account then our two victims were lovers and Niehaus shot Cormier and then herself… but Niehaus was already dying from lung degeneration." Art said, flipping the page over to check if there was anything on the back, and then looked back at the writing.
"That's messed up," Deangelis said, turning away from Art and the letter and surveying the room.
"To quote: 'we can not escape the dangers of our lives in life but in death we can be free to be together and to love. This is our act of independence and defiance against the 'good doctor'."
The two detective just looked at each other for a moment wordlessly before continuing their investigating.
"Who the hell is the doctor?!" She asked.
"Don't even start Ange," He warned.
"But you don't even know what I was going to-"
"No I know you were about to make a Doctor Who joke and make several references but guess what? I don't want to hear it," Art said.
