Vicki was currently lazing on her couch. There was no better option for her to engage herself into. She was pretty much troubled by this case. Vicki started to conjure her mind on some fuzzy points of that case.
1)Who is that oriental astrologer?
2)Why does she hide her face?
3)Why did Veronica consult her?
4)Why she was called from the payphone?
5)Why someone took possession of the late Cordellia's phone and called Veronica from it?
6)Who poisoned Veronica?
7)How could even they know that Veronica was spilling the beans?
8)Are the same culprit is behind Monica's murder?
Suddenly the doorbell brought Vicki out of her trance. A package has arrived for her. Apparently the package was being sent by a courier service, by a Cordellia Gallo.
"WTF? How can a dead lady send me such stuff?" Vicki was astonished as the sending day was noted as hurriedly opened up the package. It was an old mobile phone, being sent to started it, and then checked the call list.
"Good thing I always keep this spare disposable prints can be taken easily."
The next piece of information bewildered her, from this phone Veronica was called, all the call timings indicated that they all have been done after Cordellia committed suicide.
(Timmy's mind)
"Shit,I've screwed up, again. I know Heather is a great girl, but why I can't bring myself to love her. It was a damn accident with Vicki, she also specified that there's no such thing between us. It was all due to alcohol and her longing for Ricky. Yet, why I can't accept it like that? Why I see her every-time when I feel like proposing Heather." Timmy was in two minds.
He liked Heather but his sexual encounter with Vicki has made it awkward. "What if I took Vicki's name while I was having sex with Heather? They both'll hate me. Heather might never talk to me and Vicki might kill me for divulging that .God? why?" Timmy cried in frustration.
"Now above all that, I've to be at AJ's dad's birthday party. Come on, give me a break, Universe."
(In the facility)
"Vicki, there are three sets of fingerprints being found on that phone. The first two being Cordellia's and her Son's, while the last is of an unidentified person's." the forensic officer told Vicki.
"So, we have no way to figure out this third person's identity?" Vicki replied.
"Seems so. That person isn't in our records, so probably not a convicted criminal." the forensic officer looked dejected.
Suddenly an address popped up in her mind, an address around that hideout, an address of someone whom she met recently.
"What's her name? That girl from the mall...Heather."
"Fuck, how can I be this much stupid? Heather, she was even connected with Veronica's case. She had the biggest opportunity to pull these stuff and she might have her I need is her fingerprint to ensure a smooth conviction." Vicki looked over-joyed, the forensic was dumbstruck by this spectacle.
"Hey, I will get a print, so please wait for me." Vicki rushed out f her office.
After some searching she found out Heather's apartment. She asked the watchman about her address. The watchman took her to Heather's flat and pressed the calling bell.
The door opened revealing the sleepy blonde, "Oh, detective Victoria, what a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?" Heather asked, now she was in her full ability.
"It's about Veronica murder case, You might be knowing that she was murdered in her cell and please call me Vicki." Vicki stated plainly.
"Oh my god, she was murdered in a police station, while being in a cell? How that's even possible?" Heather was surprised, "I don't watch news or read the newspaper much. So I was completely unaware of this." Heather still looked dumbstruck.
Vicki offered her a notebook and pain, "If you really remember something about Veronica or something about her visiting an astrologer, please fill it in in."
Heather suddenly blurted out, "Is your right wrist injured? Vicki."
"Hmm...got twist while my punching session." Vicki lied plainly.
"Nothing that I can recall, sorry." Heather handed over the notebook and pen to Vicki.
"Sly fox." Vicki mumbled under her breath, "Can you please allow me to use your wash-room? "Vicki pleaded.
"Fine." Heather sighed, "Such a stubborn-ass ." now it was Heather's turn.
The Bathroom looked neat and clean, the bathtub was full with water, the urinal looked clean also, Vicki was desperately searching something to get her fingerprints, suddenly she saw an olive oil bottle, it was opened, so she promptly put it in her pocket after grabbing it with her handkerchief.
"Thank you very much, ." Vicki said before storming out of her apartment.
"Welcome, Detective Vicki. Hope you use that olive oil." Heather chuckled in her mind, she had seen the cap of her olive oil bottle sticking out of her pocket.
Vicki almost dribbled through her way into the forensic lab, "Match the prints on these bottle with the unknown prints."
The forensic officer obliged, after the test he announced, "There's a perfect match, Vicki."
"Haa..thought you could outsmart me, Heather, still you are a blonde and I'm a red head." she started laughing like a maniac, the forensic official felt very uneasy.
(Heather's mind)
"There's no way that a person like her will steal my olive oil for using it. She must have stolen it to get my fingerprints? But why does she require them? DO they suspect me behind Veronica's murder?" Heather had another hidden quality in her, she was an ace in logical reasoning coupled with her uncanny observational powers, she was an expert in deduction.
"Hmm...I need to find Timmy, he can help me." Heather changed her garments, she had a mission on her hand.
(With Vicki)
"I can't understand, who the hell send me the phone? It surely can't be Heather, Heather could only touch that phone after the Cordellia was dead and she might have taken it from Brian, wait a second I called this phone once from a stranger's phone, shit; They again set me up, but how they managed to get her prints on the phone?Perhaps I'm over-thinking this but still if Heather is the culprit then sending that phone to me would be damn suicidal. I doesn't make any sense, just because Heather lives around the area doesn't make her a suspect but how did her fingerprints got onto that phone?"
"Too much of a trouble, I'll visit the twerp." Vicki readied herself.
(Again)
The doorbell brought Timmy out of his mental dilemma, but the more shocking thing was the reason of the dilemma was standing right in-front of the door. Vicki excused herself and came in.
"Twerp, they are playing a nasty game, they sent me a used mobile from which Veronica was called in last few days and I'm very hungry." the last sentence was being said with more emphasis.
Timmy took out the lunch leftovers, "She only needs food from me..." he heated them up and served them to Vicki. Vicki didn't leave anything behind for him.
"Ahh...this is good, so where was I, the phone I received had Heather's fingerprint over them." Vicki smiled cruelly at him, being a keen observer she figure out how the brunet was astonished after hearing the girl's name.
"Really, but Heather looked like an innocent girl, she can never do this." Timmy couldn't believe his partner.
"Well this doesn't mean she killed Veronica but she might know something more which she is shielding from us." Vicki casually replied, "Don't tell me you have feelings for that girl, you face was bloodless after hearing her name?" Vicki almost burst into laughter at the expense of the bewildered brunet.
A sigh escaped his lips, "If she is a criminal I've no sympathy for her." Timmy's jaw clenched.
"Hold your horses, Twerp. We really don't know that she is the criminal or not, but if you planned something put that on hold." Vicki was serious, in-fact damn serious. Suddenly an idea grazed through her mind, "Hm...it seems he likes that girl, so why not break it up, he has no right to become lovey-dovey when I'm still in the mourning phase."
"I'll give her call and have a chat with her, I guess this might clear the air, btw Vicki did you checked from where the phone was purchased? What if Heather by her own hands sold it to Cordellia." Timmy tried to reason.
"Then she'll have to back up her claim." Vicki stated with a deadpan expression.
Timmy was again pulled out of his thought by the calling bell. To his surprise, after opening the door Heather came in.
Upon seeing Vicki Heather caustically added, "Did the olive oil suit your skin, ?"
Vicki replied, "Well, I needed to know the secret of your glowing skin."
"So, are you becoming unattractive due to your old age? Or you are so indecent that you don't care to seek my cooperation in getting my fingerprints?" Heather's eyes were burning with rage.
Vicki glared at her, "Hmm, your fingerprints are on Cordellia's mobile. It has also been used to call Veronica even after the deaths of Cordellia and her son that ?"
"I've sold this phone from my mall to before her death, I've the receipt of that transaction, you can verify it from the mall." Heather locked her eyes on the redhead to continue the staring match.
"Maybe, you used this as your advantage, nobody would suspect you had an accomplice who betrayed you by sending this to me." Vicki reasoned.
"That's a damn lie Timmy, You know that I won't kill anyone." Heather looked at Timmy with pleading eyes.
"Shut up, stop seducing him." Vicki was raging.
"Enough with this idiocy, Heather you won't leave this town till the investigation is over and Vicki stop pestering her." Timmy took the situation under his control.
Heather looked happy while Vicki drew daggers at him.
(Alone with her)
"What's with that attitude twerp?" Vicki yanked Timmy's collar and was boring his face by her eyes. Heather has already left, while Timmy escorted her to her own home and then returned to find a very angry Vicki.
"She has a strong point about the fingerprints and what you did is equal to breaking the law." Timmy replied calmly, disguising his fear of the red-head.
She shook Timmy violently, "Does this investigation mean nothing to you?Do you really want her get out with only a scratch?" Vicki tried her hardest to suppress her tears.
"You're acting as a loose cannon, you are suppressing facts from me, you're not entrusting me at all? Tell me one reason that I should help you?" Timmy knew that he has reached his breaking point.
"Fine, I'll share the details with you but you have to promise that you won't date her till this is over." Vicki pleaded despite her discomfort.
"Ok, as long as you share the intel with me." Timmy looked satisfied with the deal.
She briefed Timmy about Ricky's secret diary and the mirror righting that he has used, Timmy heard the details with great attention. "Ricky was doubting someone in the force, maybe a mole of the perpetrator, this assumption only gets solidified by Veronica's murder. A person who has no restrictions in moving around the police stations can easily get the information about Veronica's testimony." Timmy concluded.
"Hmm...so we can contact officer McCarthy and get those informations.
Timmy had McCarthy's phone number saved in his mobile. He phoned him and asked about persons being present when Veronica decided to give a testimony.
"Well, I wasn't there but as I heard from the juniors that Assistant chief of Detective department Leona Collins was also there along with my colleagues of the police station and her lawyer. She came there to take informations in making some charge-sheet or something like that." McCarthy replied.
Timmy thanked him and cut the call then he stated, "Assistant chief Leona was also present when Veronica decided to give her testimony."
"So you're saying that Ricky was worried of Leona so he hid all this informations in his secret diary, but we have no definitive proof and what about that lawyer, she can also be the kingpin?" Vicki asked.
"She can't be that astrologer, she is too tall to fit that description, and Maria has an alibi when the murders happened." Timmy sighed.