"No!"
"Please?"
"No!"
"Please?"
Such was the sound of Miss Lisbon and Mister Jane and their morning routine. They quarrelled like an old married couple and now, I feel stupid for saying quarrelled.
Hi, My name's Kimball Cho. You probably know me as the sarcastic yet quite asian. I work at the CBI—you haven't heard of it have you? Didn't think so.
Anyway, my boss and the team's consultant were fighting again. Jane wanted to drive. We were on our way to the crime scene. A couple had been murdered. The mailman found them in the front yard. I guess nobody gets up earlier than noon around that neighbourhood. It was the suburbs-- northern California.
"Rigsby. Van Pelt. Check inside." Lisbon ordered as she tossed Van Pelt the keys.
"Cho, check the perimeter. See if you can find any sort of weapon." She added.
"And me?" Jane asked, hands in his pockets and smiling brightly at her.
"Who cares?" Lisbon muttered as she walked away.
I checked around the yard. Nothing. It was the middle of the summer and near heat wave. Bad enough for normal people but we wear suits all day. So, I stopped to rest, wiping the sweat off my brow.
The windows of the house were open. But they weren't even big enough for Lisbon or Van pelt to slip through, let alone the type of man we suspected. It would take a man of equal size or strength to kill six foot, three hundred pound Mr Hayes and his tiny wife.
I went around front and entered the Hayes family's home. Lisbon and Jane were arguing in the master bedroom, which had been made a mess in a struggle.
Van Pelt and Rigsby were checking the rest of the house. I found them in a child's room. There was a captain's bed (you know the kind with drawers built in). it was perfectly made up and covered in stuffed animals.
"Maybe she slept over at a friend's?" Van pelt stated, though it sounded more like a question. I knew she was hoping that we wouldn't find a child's body. We all were.
"Or at a relatives." Rigsby said.
Van Pelt frowned as Jane walked in.
She turned around to face him, "Jane? Mrs Hayes was a neat freak, wasn't she? Everything was perfect. Everything had a place."
"Sounds more like OCD." I mumbled.
She rolled her eyes and continued, "Everything in the house is perfect, except for the rooms that the killer and his victims struggled."
Jane nodded, smiling. He knew. He knew where this was going.
"So, you're wondering if a child's room is perfect like this one is, why this one drawer in the bed is slightly pulled out?"
Van pelt nodded.
"You're getting better, Grace, my dear."
She smiled. I looked at Rigsby and Lisbon. Jealousy? Only on Risgby's face. Lisbon rolled her eyes. Maybe that was her way to show jealousy?
Van Pelt and Jane bent down, slowly pulling the drawer out not sure what they'd find.
Jane pulled it out fully and I heard Van pelt gasp.
Oh.
My.
God.
It's—
A cliffhanger! R&R people.