This crime scene was particularly messy. Two dead males, and blood everywhere.
"I hate the stink of blood." Colette said, bringing the collar of her shirt up over her nose. There was a crime scene photographer snapping pictures away, and other police officers were placing evidence tags.
"So we're thinking a woman this time." An officer sighed, fixing his hat. "Pretty messy but the girlfriend of the one vic is missing so either she's part of this or in trouble." Colette jotted down foot notes on a pad of paper as the officer spoke, Chris crossed his arms over his chest.
"We can take it from here." He said looking around. Chris sighed and knelt down beside the bodies poking around with the back of his pen.
"You stick here, I'm going to try and find the girlfriend." Colette said, leaving Chris and wandering the victim's silent house. Even out of the main foyer where the bodies were, the coppery smell of blood hung heavily in the air, it made her stomach do flip-flops.
The bedroom was a mess, a toppled over lamp, books strewn all over, one of the dressers had the drawers practically torn out, the clothes thrown haphhazardly in the room. Colette pulled on a pair of gloves and sorted through the missing woman's things. Typical things, a brush, a compact, bobby pins, there was nothing unusual in the room. Colette sorted through the girls drawers, after an hour of searching through the room, Colette uncovered a diary. It had been hidden well, wrapped in a cloth the same colour as a carpet, under the bed in the farthest corner against the wall behind other random object. Colette snorted at her own inability to find it earlier, and flipped through the pages.
"Chris, I found something." Chris looked up, he had been searching the rest of the house for anything of interest, he was tired and relieved to hear some sort of progress had been stood up and walked to Colette, looking over her shoulder as she opened the diary.
"This girl was in love with her boyfriend's brother, and I mean obsessively. Pages and pages of how she thought of him all the time." Colette explained, pointing out specific diary entries.
"So why kill them both?" Chris wondered out loud, looking at Colette.
"Well, if we look at both the bodies, it looks like our two victim's had been fighting each other, their badly bruised and A looks like he has a broken nose. So what I'm thinking is maybe the boyfriend found out about this and confronted his brother, maybe he even killed him accidentally and then the girlfriend killed the boyfriend." Colette looked down at the bodies, seeing the diary made the differences clearer. The brother was bruised badly, the back of his head split from what the police had gathered as a blunt object strike, the boyfriend was stabbed, a lot.
"Did you check out back?" Colette asked, cocking her head towards the back door.
"No, I only just finished up in the basement, let's go look now." He answered and they headed out the back door and into the crsip night.
"I don't think our girl got too far..." Colette softly spoke, her flashlight and gun drawn as she crept across the vast back lawn. There was a poolhouse, and that's where she intended to look.
"You take the front door, I'll take the side door." Chris said, nodding his head towards the doors. Colette quietly ran forward, silently entering the back of the pool house. It was dark and completely silent, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness Colette was trying to fine tune her hearing, filtering anything that might hint the killer was in the pool house with her and Chris. Hearing a crash she turned her flashlight, the beam landing on Chris who shrugged and smiled loftily.
Colette pointed a finger to the bedroom, Chris nodded and they both stopped in front of the door.
"Kick it in." She quietly commanded, and with brute force Chris sent the door flying on it's hinges.
"Oh Jesus Christ." Colette lowered her gun, her mouth hanging open. Chris holstered his own pistol and shook his head. The smell of blood was over-powering, having being contained to one room for who knows how many hours. The girl was lying on the bed, her eyes purple and bulging, her skin white, an empty bottle of pills on the night stand.
"She got to herself before we could." Colette said, shaking her head and sighing.
