PART 2
Once Watts reported the case to the Inspector, the older man just smiled while sipping another gulp of his scotch. ''So, the killer gives us something to distract during the weekend huh?''
''Sir?'' Watts asked confused.
''It is a figure of speech Watts, as in most of those cases, the partner is the prime suspect. What was Miss Hart's conclusion of the post Morten?'' asked the Inspector.
''Ah… the victim, Molly Jones,'' the detective started showing the photo of Molly´s body to his superior. ''She was strangled by the suspect's bare hands about twelve hours before we arrived. There are also signs of struggle.''
''She looks familiar,'' the inspector said looking at the photo. ''What else?''
''The neighbor heard sounds like of a fight, but believing it was just a couple arguing, decided to let it be.''
''It's obvious isn't it?'' Thomas replied. ''The husband killed her and left her there,'' he said. ''So I suggest you go back to that apartment and search every corner of that crime scene, looking for evidence. Also, ask a constable to look in the records everything they can find about this Molly Jones. I want this case closed by Wednesday.''
''Yes Sir.'' Watts nodded and left.
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Back at the hotel, after they had breakfast and Julia helped him get dressed and perform his morning needs, William sat on his chair in front of the window and stared out it again, leaving Julia worried. She phoned his doctor, who presumed he must suffer depression from been stuck so long at home.
''William?'' Julia sat on her husband´s lap and in response he wrapped his right arm around her. ''I was thinking, and I got an idea, why don't you and I go travel the word? Maybe go to Paris, or Vienna? Just the two of us? An adventure. What you think?'' she asked, and he opened a smile.
'''Love it,'' he said.
''I will talk to my superior and see what we can arrange. I love you William, my life without you would be meaningless, you know this?'' She kissed him.
''Love you too!'' he exclaimed and with another kiss Julia left.
Seeing himself alone again while waiting for Mrs. Parker, the caregiver, to arrive, William looked out the window again and for once he decided to forget about telling anyone about the murder he saw. It was no use putting Julia in danger because of a crime he would not solve himself. He got out of his chair, picked up a book and started reading and decided to let Station 4 take care of any case that need it.
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At the same time, back at the crime scene, George and Henry came back to try to figure out who have may killed Molly Jones, when Henry stopped by the window and waved to the other apartment, as a child excited to see something.
''Higgins stop entertaining the neighbors and help me here!'' George exclaimed.
''It's not a neighbor, George, is the Detective, he is looking at us,'' the constable said as William still stared at the window.
''Oh,'' George exclaimed looking at the window, as William left his spot and closed the curtains. ''What was he doing there?''
''As far as I know, is his where he lives,'' said Henry. ''But I really doubt he was seeing us.''
''Higgins, you need to stop this assumption you have!'' George scolded him. ''Detective Murdoch can see and hear normally; he just can't move his left arm and leg… even his speech is better now,'' he said. ''Now stop this nonsense and help me here… Henry, look.''
''What?''
''This bag,'' George said opening it, revealing a lot of money as well as a few jewelry pieces and documents. ''It must have at least one thousand dollars here. Let's take it to the station,'' George said as they made to leave.
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At the station, the inspector was angry: just that morning Det Watts called saying something important happened and he was needed elsewhere, passing the case to the inspector himself and the constables to take care of.
''Never mind Watts, he will explain himself later, what you need to show me?'' the Inspector growled.
''These objects were on the scene of the crime, sir. False documents, money, jewelry…'' George started.
''False documents huh?'' the Inspector frowned. ''Let me see it…. So, we have Mary Winchester, Berenice Behrouz, Lilian Snape… all of them, the same woman.''
'I suppose we are dealing with a con artist, sir,'' Said George.
''Well observed,'' Thomas agreed. ''And a very good one I suppose, but the question is why was she killed?''
''Sir, we agree that in most cases the partner is the culprit, but this time, the victim was alone," Henry said. ''Although…some witnesses said they saw a man entering in her apartment…''
''And what you think he was going to do? Kill her and wait for the police o arrest him?'' the Inspector snapped. ''Of course, he ran.''
''We have a description Sir,'' George said. ''We can ask around the neighborhood if someone had seen him.''
''Do it,'' the Inspector ordered and went to his office.
Once he left, Henry frowned and turned to George, asking him the possibility of Detective Murdoch having witnessed the crime.
''And why you say this?'' George asked.
''Well, he lives in front of the building, he could have watched the crime easily.'' Henry explained.
''And you don't think that as a former policeman he would have called us?'' George shook his head in disapproval. ''Let's get back to work Higgins,'' he said, and they resumed work.
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At the hotel, William had just finished his lunch and was sitting down to read a bit when someone knocked at the door. However, when Mrs. Parker went to open it, the former detective went pale.
''Excuse me? May I help you?'' asked the caregiver, not knowing the man in front of her.
''Oh, my manners, my name is Jones. I'm Mr. Murdoch´s old friend, he called me for a visit,'' Desmond lied.
''Oh, I see, he is reading a bit, come,'' she mentioned for Desmond to follow her. ''Mr. Murdoch, a friend is here to see you, Sir,'' she announced.
''Yes, thank you.'' William said closing the book and once Mrs. Parker left to do some groceries, William frowned to Desmond.
''Hey, don´t look at me like that Murdoch, I'm doing my part of the deal, I hope you are doing yours as well, but I'm not here for this, actually, I was hoping that you could give me your money, I can´t go back to the other apartment and I need money.''
''Why?'' William asked.
''I have some things to do here in Toronto, Murdoch, could you give me the money?''
''No,'' William said. ''We don´t have in here, don´t remember where my wife keeps it.''
''Oh, all right, it doesn't matter, I will find the way to get some money,'' Desmond said getting up. ''And to make sure you don't forget our deal, I have something for you,'' he said, punching William hard on his stomach, making the older man bend over himself. ''Have a good day Mr. Murdoch,'' he said and left.
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When Julia came home later that day, she found her husband in bed, sleeping, which was something unusual for him to do in the afternoon. When she asked if William was all right, Mrs. Parker said that since his friend came to visit, he started to feel unwell.
''Oh, one of the constables passed by?'' asked Julia worried. ''But he always felt cheerful when someone from the station came to visit.''
''I do not think he was a constable, Mrs. Murdoch, he said his name was Jones and he was a particularly good friend of Mr. Murdoch,'' she said, and Julia frowned, as she does not remember any friend named Jones. Sure, there was a Mrs. Jones and her son Owen, but it was years since they didn't have news of them.
This way, just for precaution, so they couldn't have a repeat performance like the one with Eva Pearce, Julia asked Mrs. Parker to go to the station and see if anyone had reported someone named Jones, with the same descriptions of this 'friend' of William. After that, once Mrs. Park left, Julia went to wake her husband so they could have some tea and give him a scolding for drooling on the pillow.
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A bit far away from the hotel, at the Star Room Night Club, the burlesque Dancer Nina Bloom still had an hour before going on stage, and while waiting, she decided to read a bit of newspaper. Just the night before, her friend and lover, George Crabtree told her all about the murder he was investigating and even showed her and a few other girls the morgue picture of Molly Jones, to see if she recognized her. No one did, so, she decided that was another motive to read the paper, to see if she saw something interesting to tell him.
Suddenly, something caught Nina´s eyes; just on the front page, there was a photo of Molly Jones when she was still alive along with a man name Desmond, stating they were both wanted by the Winnipeg Police, for theft among other crimes. Seeing that, the dancer gulped and rushing to her room to change into more civilian clothes, she rushed to the Station, to tell George her discovery and help him solve the crime.