--- Little Sister ---
The military police detective grumbled as he walked through the darkening streets of Eastern City. The rain poured down as he covered his head with his briefcase which held the important documents pertaining to the reopening of a murder case. He checked his watch and looked up at the flickering street lamp. The cold drops of water chilled him as they ran down his back. He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and checked the address. He approached the brown door to his left and knocked twice, listening to footsteps, a barking dog and the crash of thunder.
The door opened and the face of a long since retired military General popped out of the warmth that was her house. A shaky smile appeared on her face as she invited him inside. Shaking off the rain, he removed his jacket and followed her into the small room reserved for reading and resting. While she took a seat next to a window desk, he remained standing.
"Now, Mrs., I mean General, Mustang, you called my office and claimed to have some important information pertaining to a murder that took place over fifty years ago? The murder of Jason Andrews..."
He pulled out a pair of small glasses, placed them on his nose and then pulled out the pad of paper, resting his case on the floor. Staring out into the night, she took in a deep ragged breath. She smelt of old lilies and stale tea. Her once soft golden hair was now frail and white as it framed her pale and aging face. Her golden eyes which dropped many men to their knees were now dull and gray.
"Yes. You punished an innocent man..."
"Ma'am, the file on this case says you were only thirteen years old when this happened..."
The detective chuckled. He glanced over his glasses and stared at the back of her shirt. She smiled into the window and rested her hand on the glass.
"Fifty-years-ago, Shawn Hawkeye returned from a month long training at the central military base. He stopped for a drink before heading home to his wife. While there, he was informed by an old friend that his wife Melissa was sleeping around. To top off this news, the friend informed Shawn that he too slept with Melissa. This angered Shawn and he left the bar..."
She pulled out an old newspaper clipping taped to a folder and handed it to the detective. Highlighted were all the persons involved in the case; family and friends alike. He opened the small folder and saw a picture of a happy married couple; Shawn and Melissa.
"Shawn went home and found Melissa was gone. He figured she was out of town sleeping around. So he went out back into the shed and found a gun left by his father, a colonel. Deciding he couldn't take the anger and pain of his wife's cheating, he headed over to Jason's house for some answers. He never planned to use the gun, just brought it as an empty threat..."
By her feet, an old dog crawled up and laid down. He breathed heavily as he fell asleep by his 'Mommy's' feet. The lady smiled at the dog. and gently petted his head. She leaned back in her chair and played with her passed away husband's wedding ring around her neck. The detective saw what appeared to be crime scene photos of Jason's dead body. Before he could question her, she continued.
"When Shawn arrived at Jason's house, he saw some small foot prints. Like a child's. He ignored them and approached the house. But before he could enter, he looked through the open door and saw Jason lying dead in a pool of blood on the floor. He panicked and thought uncontrollably. He knew the police walked the beat and he fired off his gun to flag down the officers. But, when the officers arrived, all they saw was Shawn holding a smoking gun and Jason dead..."
She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. The detective wrote down only the new notes that no one knew before. It wasn't much, so far all he figured was he threw this together from reading the papers. But the pictures threw him off. He looked at another picture. This one was in a newspaper. A picture of Shawn with a description of the trail and the punishment.
"In a speedy trial, they found him guilty and hung him behind the military base. I was contained in an adoption center and never got the chance to talk to my brother before they killed him. I never got a chance to tell him that the tracks he saw in back of Jason's house were mine. And his wife wasn't out of town sleeping around. That is one body no one will ever find..."
The detective stared at her. How did she know this? She was so young then. He pulled out his cell phone, one of the newest technologies in Amestris. She smiled as she watched him dial. He called in for the police to come and arrest her. She rose to her feet slowly and smiled, looking down at her dog with saddened eyes.
"Please take care of my dog, kind sir. He is old and need someone to care for him..."
The detective went to the door as the police quickly arrived and entered her house. The flashing lights in the dark streets attracted much attention.
"Wait, I don't under stand, what are you saying...?"
The detective asked her as she removed three gun holsters from her hip and handed them to the police. They were shocked that the old woman packed that much heat. She smiled as he offered her hands up to the cuffs.
"You see, little sister don't miss when she aims her gun..."
When people woke up the next day and pulled in their papers, they were very shocked. A large colored picture Riza Mustang sat next to the black and white picture of her as a thirteen year old girl. The image wasn't the shocker, it was the headline above the images...
'RETIRED GENERAL CONFESSES TO 50 YEAR OLD MURDER'
A/N - I heard this song again the other day for the first time in years and it just fit Riza so perfectly.
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