AN: sorry I haven't updated in so long! I'll try and get the next part out
faster, I swear. Thanks for all the reviews! Tell me who you think the
murderer is in your reviews, and we'll see who's right. Hehe. This
chapter's the POV of the murderer again. Read and review please!
"We're just a bunch of kids that are getting paid to work on puzzles."
Chapter Three: Puzzles
When work was finally over for the night, I got in my car and started to drive home. Work wasn't very eventful. The homicide was called in sooner than I thought it would be. The gun was checked for prints, but I hadn't left any, of course. It's incredibly stupid to leave your prints at a crime scene. Everyone knows about fingerprinting nowadays. The majority of our criminal population is incredibly dense, but it does make my work easier. The blood from the footprints and the drawer handle went straight to the lab; they were going to run the samples and make sure they are the mother's and not the killer's. It truly astounds me how excessively stupid the criminals in our world can be.
I became a criminalist because I love to solve mysteries. I didn't want to help people, or bring criminals to justice; I just love to solve puzzles. I have subscriptions to every one of those Games magazines, and I solve every puzzle in them. Until now, I didn't realize how much fun it is to solve a puzzle backwards, to know the answer and have to figure out how one could arrive at the answer, like filling in the blanks. I love to watch my colleagues' reactions to crimes. They seem so disgusted and shocked. But to me, it's nothing. It's just another puzzle for me to solve. It's not hard for me to act normally. That's what it is - an act. I was always in the Drama Club at school. I'm a good actor, and no one even suspects that my emotions are anything but sincere. And they all think they know me so well.
The freeway was backing up with traffic, so I decided to get off the freeway and drive through a 'bad' part of town. Hardly anyone was outside, and most people avoided driving through here, since the area is known for gangs. There were some gang members in an alley, tagging the buildings. They reminded me of a case I had worked on involving rival gangs. We had started investigating because of a fatal shooting, but we found so much more by the end. It was a huge interconnecting web of crime, and it was one of the best cases I had ever worked on. A cop even ended up getting killed, and when that happens, everything gets a lot more exciting.
I turned my car around and rolled down the passenger-side window. When I passed the alley again, I took aim and shot one of the teenagers. I saw him go down, and I heard yells from the alley, but by the time the other gang members had reached the street to shoot back, I was gone down a side street, headed for the indoor shooting range I usually go to practice my aim. You never know when a suspect will show up on the scene, and it's better safe then sorry, I always say.
I wonder if that gang was involved in drug dealing or prostitution or murder. I guess we'll find out soon enough.
"We're just a bunch of kids that are getting paid to work on puzzles."
Chapter Three: Puzzles
When work was finally over for the night, I got in my car and started to drive home. Work wasn't very eventful. The homicide was called in sooner than I thought it would be. The gun was checked for prints, but I hadn't left any, of course. It's incredibly stupid to leave your prints at a crime scene. Everyone knows about fingerprinting nowadays. The majority of our criminal population is incredibly dense, but it does make my work easier. The blood from the footprints and the drawer handle went straight to the lab; they were going to run the samples and make sure they are the mother's and not the killer's. It truly astounds me how excessively stupid the criminals in our world can be.
I became a criminalist because I love to solve mysteries. I didn't want to help people, or bring criminals to justice; I just love to solve puzzles. I have subscriptions to every one of those Games magazines, and I solve every puzzle in them. Until now, I didn't realize how much fun it is to solve a puzzle backwards, to know the answer and have to figure out how one could arrive at the answer, like filling in the blanks. I love to watch my colleagues' reactions to crimes. They seem so disgusted and shocked. But to me, it's nothing. It's just another puzzle for me to solve. It's not hard for me to act normally. That's what it is - an act. I was always in the Drama Club at school. I'm a good actor, and no one even suspects that my emotions are anything but sincere. And they all think they know me so well.
The freeway was backing up with traffic, so I decided to get off the freeway and drive through a 'bad' part of town. Hardly anyone was outside, and most people avoided driving through here, since the area is known for gangs. There were some gang members in an alley, tagging the buildings. They reminded me of a case I had worked on involving rival gangs. We had started investigating because of a fatal shooting, but we found so much more by the end. It was a huge interconnecting web of crime, and it was one of the best cases I had ever worked on. A cop even ended up getting killed, and when that happens, everything gets a lot more exciting.
I turned my car around and rolled down the passenger-side window. When I passed the alley again, I took aim and shot one of the teenagers. I saw him go down, and I heard yells from the alley, but by the time the other gang members had reached the street to shoot back, I was gone down a side street, headed for the indoor shooting range I usually go to practice my aim. You never know when a suspect will show up on the scene, and it's better safe then sorry, I always say.
I wonder if that gang was involved in drug dealing or prostitution or murder. I guess we'll find out soon enough.