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Chapter 3
The Shocking Revelation
May later found out that Derrick was in fact Mr. Colt's son from his first wife. She had died when giving birth to Derrick. A couple of years later after his first wife's death, Mr. Colt fell in love and married the now deceased Mrs. Colt. They both had one daughter, Emma, who was away for college.
…..Another possible suspect……..
Derrick walked casually toward the corpse, his eyes fixed on his stepmother, " Serves her right." He let out a small laugh and walked to the other room.
Mr. Colt suppressed his anger but said nothing towards what his son said. When his son went out of the room he let out a long sigh and took off the glasses he was wearing. He started rubbing his eyes, probably from exhaustion, that's when May noticed a small cut right above his cheekbone.
" Mr. Colt do you mind telling me where you got that?" said May pointing the wound.
Mr. Colt brought his hand to the wound seemingly not knowing what she meant, " I honestly don't know, probably it was sometime when I found my wife's corpse…..I was as you know in a state of shock."
May nodded and thanked him for his time. She looked about the room again.
…….Nothing seems to be out of place….so it could not have been a burglary….
"Mr. Colt, have you noticed anything missing from the house, a prized possession perhaps?"
" No, I already checked. Nothing seems to be missing…."
Mr. Colt was interrupted by a police officer, " Detective May, we found something."
May made her way up to the officer. He held up a plastic bag. It had a bullet casing.
" How do you suppose that got there?"
May looked up at her shoulder to see Deputy Chief Dumah's hand shooting for the bag.
" What took you so long, Boss?" she said with a snicker.
Dumah absentmindedly looked up at her from the plastic bag, " I had a certain business to attend to, which, may I add, might hold your interest."
May cocked an eyebrow, " In what way could this thing hold my interest?"
Dumah gave a smirk, one that showed off his ivory fangs, " Let's say you should impress more than me in cracking this case." He walked off to the other room to question a few officers on their findings leaving May with her own assumptions.
….I hate it when he does that…..
May continued on with the case and asked the officer in charge on where he had found the bullet casing. The officer pointed to her on where it was discovered….it was a few feet from where the deceased Mrs. Colt was situated. May furrowed her eyebrows to this new revelation.
……This is so strange……
May walked over to the corpse and examined it yet again.
…..Come on talk to me….tell me what the hell happened here…….
She looked up from her crouching position and saw that the cabinet that was positioned on the far right of the room has been moved…recently.
May walked over to Mr. Colt who was now sitting on one of the couches in the room.
" Mr. Colt would you mind telling me who moved that cabinet from its place?"
He looked dumbstruck at first but said, " My wife has an odd habit of changing the position of our house furniture…you see, she was an interior designer….she had a sense of décor and I wasn't one to interfere with her fashion taste."
May nodded to that and excused herself to go check for anymore findings. She went over to get the bullet casing from D/Chief Dumah to have a good look at it. She walked over to him, but he appeared to be busy with a phone call. She stood right in front of him, her arms crossed across her chest and her left foot tapping the floor, indicating she was impatiently waiting for something from him. He did not seem to notice her and that's all that was needed to tick her off. She snatched the evidence bag from his hand, which took him by surprise though he did not stop talking over the cell phone. May gave him a smirk and walked out to continue with the investigation.
The bullet casing seemed to be that of a magnum round….a .44 to be exact.
…….The gun and bullet must be somewhere around here…..but the victim did not die of a bullet shot….
Her thoughts were disturbed by someone holding the top of her head with their palm. She recognized it to be that of her boss.
" That was a pretty good snatch….I didn't see it coming."
" Hey… Boss…," she said giving a goofy smile.
Dumah just sighed and was just satisfied by ruffling her hair up. He knew she never liked anyone to mess up her hair. May slouched her shoulder in suppressed anger but did not say anything. It was the least she could do.
" So, kid, what did you find?"
May straightened up her hair while talking, " Well, Boss, this is a very strange case, I mean we have a strangled victim here and a .44 magnum bullet casing that was found a few feet from the victim herself. We have no one with a motive…and…I'm totally stumped."
Dumah seemed to be deep in thought, " Did you interrogate everyone here?"
" I still have to ask a few questions to the step-son."
"Well, what are you waiting for…I want this case to be solved before…" he shut his mouth abruptly.
" Before what, Boss?"
" Never mind…" said Dumah finally before leaving May again in puzzlement on the reason behind her boss's surreptitious behavior.
May had had about enough with this and she knew she had to solve this murder now. She walked over to Mr. Colt's son, Derrick. She found him leaning on a wall, busy trying to light up a cigarette…
" You know…these things can kill you." May walked up to him taking a lighter out of her back pocket to light up his cigar.
Derrick took a puff out of his cigar and gave May a flagrant look, "Why do you carry a lighter then, doll face?"
May gave him a smug smile, " Because I'm a hypocrite."
Derrick gave a small laugh before taking another puff from his cigar. May pulled a chair that was beside her and sat down.
" I need to ask you a few questions….," May began, but she was interrupted abruptly by Derrick.
" I have nothing to say about that bitch." He said simply.
" What made you think I wanted to talk to you about her?"
He looked at her and for a second he seemed morose. Derrick turned away from her and took another puff, " What did you want to talk about then?"
"We found a bullet casing beside Mrs. Colt, does anyone in the house possess a gun?"
" Not that I know of…"
" Do you have a gun of your own?"
Derrick looked at May and protested, " Do you find it hard to believe that I might not have one?"
May did not mean to offend him but he looked to be a lurid and prosaic character and didn't seem to look like a philanthropist. Prejudice was a bad thing indeed.
" I didn't mean to judge you hastily, I was just asking a question."
Derrick looked up the ceiling dreamily, " Do you know what I do?"
May stood up from her chair, " Indulge me."
"I'm a performer, I do plays in the theatre downtown."
That surprised May, " You mean you do Shakespearean plays?"
"Is that so hard to believe?" he said giving a self-satisfied smile.
May laughed lightly "Not at all, Derrick, not at all."
May continued asking Derrick questions. He seemed to be a nice kid and all he wanted was the approval and support of his family for his performing career. Mrs. Colt deprecated Derrick's wishes to follow his dream. She did not find that an acting career would be suitable for her stepson.
" She never showed any care for my feelings. All she did was criticize my ideas and me. She never tried to understand what I wanted. My father seemed to always acquiesce to her order's though I could tell he had reservations."
" What do you mean?"
"My father never expressed his disapproval in front of her, he always took me aside when she wasn't around to talk about what I have said earlier. I guess he was scared of her for some reason."
" That seems odd."
"Odd indeed." Derrick put off his third cigar in an ashtray, " Is there anything else you might want to ask?"
"Yeah one more thing…can I see your hand, please?"
Derrick gave her his hand, she thoroughly looked at it, " Do you know how to palm-read or something doll face?"
May smirked, " Yeah, something like that anyways."
There was a reason to why May asked to see Derrick's hand. She wanted to check if there was any gunpowder residue (a.k.a GPR) on his palm. There was none. She walked over to Mr. Colt and asked him the same thing. He too did not have a trace of GSR. When a gun is shot, gunpowder residue can usually be found either above the palm between the thumb and index finger or on the clothes. If GPR were indeed found then without a doubt the person in question would have used a firearm.
May was stumped. There was a strangled body in the other room, a husband that never stood up for himself or his son when his wife was around, and a son that looked wild enough to commit a murder. He also has a motive. Hate.
May slumped on a couch and buried her head in her hands.
…..Think….Dammit…..Think….
That's when it hit her. She had asked all the wrong people the right questions. May advanced to the corpse and held up its hand carefully so as not to ruin the evidence.
She smiled to herself in victory for she finally cracked the case.
She knew who the murderer was.
May turned to the sergeant and whispered in his ear for something. The sergeant's eyes widened for a moment and then nodded to assent to May's demands; he left the room to get the item she asked for. He finally came back with a piece of paper. May smiled victoriously to this finding. Soon, May called in everyone connected with the case to the office room. She asked everyone to either take a seat or to lean comfortably along a wall. She did not notice that a dark figure was standing behind Dumah in the shadows. The dark figure put a hand to his chin, waiting.
" Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your time and effort in trying to gather up evidence in order to aid in solving this murder. I called everyone in here for the wait is over and I have found out the person responsible for the murder of Mrs. Colt."
Dumah smiled, " I hope, Detective May that you would have more than a specious reasoning for all this."
" Have I ever let you down, Boss?"
Dumah motioned for her to go on and that is what she did for she had all the evidence she needed, all she needed to so was to point out the killer.
" I do admit that this murder had a capricious turn, and that even I was confused by the ambivalence of my feelings towards this turn of events which in a way deterred me from the real killer. Through my many investigations and analysis I finally concluded on whom murdered Mrs. Colt. " May took in a deep breath as everyone's eyes were on her anxiously awaiting her answer.
May looked straight in the eye of the murderer while she pointed a convicting finger towards the criminal, her eyes filled with insuperable disdain.
"Yes…all the evidence collected point to only one person…YOU, you are the murderer!"
Author's Note: Okay people the conclusion will be up in the next chapter. So tell me did you find out who the killer is and if you did can you find out how?
I'll update once you guys review with your own conclusions to the murder….oooh…I'm such an awful person….
