Sorry for the rush ending, i had lose interest on this story, but wanted to make a decent ending.

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PART 4

With the tip attached to the knife Nomi Johnson had brough to her father, the Inspector, Murdoch didn´t lose time on checking for fingermarks or whatever new indication that could lead him to Henry´s murder.

''Most of the blade are still stained with Henry´s blood, but it must have finger marks printing on it… Sir, could you help me here?''

''Why not, what you want to find, Murdoch?''

''I need to compare these marks, with the ones on the archive, finding them, we find who killed the constables.'' William replied and the Inspector agreed to help.

It took them half an hour to finish the matches and find out who belonged the knife. Once its done and since George was in the hospital, to take care of his eyes, Murdoch suggested that himself and Detective Watts could run after the suspect.

With that, both detectives went back to the Ward, asking questions to the neighbors, to make sure they haven´t seeing something suspicious, when suddenly, it was Watts who saw someone rushing from the backdoor from one of the houses. It was Charles Wayne, who knowing the police was around, decided to run away as fast as he could.

''Stop, police!'' Watts exclaimed, rushing after him and lucky grabbing him with the help of a citizen.

''You are committing a mistake!'' Charles yelled.

''I see!'' Murdoch approached. ''Well Mr. Wayne, evidence show the contrary and you sir, will be heading to the station with us, for interrogation.'' He finished and they drag Charles Wayne to the station.

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''You recognize this?'' Murdoch pushed the evidence box toward Wayne´s direction. once they arrived the station, the detectives lead the suspect to the Interrogation room and the Inspector join them.

''No, should i?'' the killer asked sarcastically and in response, Murdoch looked furiously to him.

''This weapon, the same weapon used to kill two constables, one of them who had just became a father!'' William yelled. ''There´s your fingermarks on it!''

''Oh, right then…'' the killer started. ''I´m aware of the mistake I made, the first constable as a wrongful target, it wasn´t him I want to kill, just the second one.''

''Why you did this? What those constables ever did to you?''

''You know how hard is to be a black man? A year ago, the constable I killed, hurt my wife, he almost killed her…''

''Why didn't you call the police?'' asked Murdoch.

''You think I'm stupid? Of course, I went, but those white morons didn´t even paid attention, so I formulated a plan and decided to take revenge on my own hands… sure, I killed a wrong person as well, but in the end, you will notice I did a favor to the world nevertheless.'' He said.

''I see…'' Murdoch nodded. ''Well mr. Wayne, you will find out that we dislike revenge on bare hands as well,'' he started. ''So you are under arrest, for the murder of Constable Higgins and Constable Rose. Guard, escort Mr. Wayne to the cells.'' Murdoch finished, glad that the case was over.

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Weeks hp passed since Charles Wayne was taken into custody. His wife was moved with her mother on Mississippi, too ashamed of her husband´s actions. Meanwhile, at the constabulary, George was finally back to work, after full recovery on his cataracts operation, sill the best news for him, was that Effie was well enough, to be sent home to take care of him. Aside that, as sad it was, the constables from Station 4th, start to get used to not seeing Henry around anymore.

One day than, a week after Henry's funeral, the Inspector invited Julia and Ruth to the station, to make an announcement. No need to say that the widow cried her eyes out upon seeing her husband´s picture on the wall.

''Attention everyone!'' the Inspector exclaimed. ''Constable Henry Higgins was one of the braves and friendly constable I ever seen, despite of a few flaws, we could always count with him, for better and for worse. Lets cheer his memory and never forget how important part of this constabulary he was. To Henry!''

''TO HENRY!'' the detectives and constables cheered, knowing their friend and colleague, would always look upon them, even if with a bit of lazy attention.

END.