A/N: Here's the second chapter of fic. Sorry I never wrote a title for chapter 1. Nyways. Thanks for sticking by. Please. Bare with me. :D
Enjoy reading.

Corpse in the Garden.

The loud tapping noise echoed in my desk as my fingers tapped the keyboard. I am determined to get information about the Vipers. The light on the screen illuminated in my eyes. I've searched some of their past records that may lead to track them down.
"Hey Kei? You might want some of these!" Jones placed a small paper bag and a cup on the table. Smelling the aroma of a hot dark choco, I took it. "Wow. Thanks!" I said taking a sip. I look over the bag and chuckled how Jones knew about one of my favorite food. Doughnuts! That didn't surprise me, he complained on how I was obsessed with Doughnuts. There was never a week that I didn't eat a doughnut.
"Speaking of... I was craving for this the whole time!" I grinned.
"You always crave for it." He said as I took a bite on it.
"Sir! There's been a call from a man named Simmons. A part of a body was found in the garden." An officer called. "Here's the address Sir." He handed a paper to Jones. Right timing, I just finished my snack hearing this news.
"Okay, we'll gonna be there asap. Send me also some team." The officer nodded in response to Jones' order.
"You're ready Kei?" He turned. I nodded.
"Yeah, Good thing I just finished my snack." I got up and wear my jacket.

I ask Jones to let me drive the car this time. We arrived at said site and a man came rushing as we get off the car. He wore a light gray office suit, he looks in mid 40's. He's fidgety but he greeted us with a smile, I can't help but notice his missing a tooth.
"I'm Dave Simmons, I called the police when I found a bloody hand on the window." He pointed nervously to the window of the house.
The house is a bit old. Seems it was abandoned for a long time.
"Thanks Mr. Simmons. Just stick around while we investigate the place." Jones said. The officers started to place a yellow line around the house as we entered the garden. Jones handed some gloves and wore it. The place was a disaster, junks and trashes were all over the place. I proceeded to walk to the window were we could see a hand slumped over the window sill. The place has this stench smell, maybe coming from the trashes and adding this bloody hand.
"I think... I'm gonna throw up." I said joking.
"Maybe I made a mistake offering you a snack earlier." Jones said, wearing a disgusted look staring at the hand. "Your time to shine officer." He gestured.
I raised my brow while I kept my nose covered by my sleeve. "Seriously?"
"Well, it's your case after all." He grinned.
"Jerk." I rolled my eyes as I carefully placed the hand at the evidence bag. It gives the creep. "Arrgh"

"Sir, there was a body inside the bathroom." One of the officer called.
"Okay. Let's check it out Keirah." Jones and I carefully inspected the inside. Like outside, it was messy. The floor was made of wood that it made a squeaky noise as we walk by. Careful not to break it. We reached the bathroom, greeted by the foul smell which obviously came from the body that we found. A male, maybe in 60's, was left dead on a tub. His hand was cut and obviously, it's the one we found on the window. Jones knelt to check the victim. Then the officers came in with a body bag.
"You mind lifting this?" Jones smirked. It's my first time to place a corpse and a part of a victim's body on the bag. When I was an intern, my only job was to check up the victim and trace a fingerprints. "My pleasure." I sighed.
We carefully placed the body on the bag and zip it. The officers took the body to the ambulance while we searched for a weapon inside. Jones found clothes near the tub. He found an ID under it.
"His name was Ned Dillard." He said as he bent down to look at the ID.
"A mortgage broker." I seconded. I looked at the tub as he scanned the ID.
"Jones. Look, isn't it weird finding a flammable liquid here in bathroom?" I said picking up the bottle.
"You're right about that. We should take a better look at these." He added placing it in the bags.
"I think I found the murder weapon Jones." He turned as I picked up the bloody saw.
"Undoubtedly, it is!" He grinned.
"I think we couldn't find more in this stuff." Jones said. We already found enough evidence. "Guess we should send these to the lab for a test." He said and I nodded, following him.

"Nice to see you again Keirah." Nathan greeted. "Okay, I'll go straight to business, the hand you found in the garden matches the body you found in the bathtub."
I blinked and Jones and I looked at each other. "Thanks for pointing out the obvious. Nate." Jones snorted. I shook my head slowly, felt embarrassed for Jones, teasing Nathan. I could see Nathan raising his brow. "Apart from that, I've only got one certainty, only a man, of a very strong build, would have been able to get rid of that body by cutting it with a saw." Nathan added.
"I'm dying to ask you how a woman would have disposed of the body." Jones said. I chuckled trying not to let out a laugh but Nathan seeing me gave me a smile. He really doesn't seem affected on Jones' jokes. "Okay, Kei, we've got no time. Our killer is a man, which is all that matters! Thanks Nate!" Jones added.
"My pleasure." Nathan said and leave the lab. We proceed to examine the flammable liquid bottle. "Selling a flammable chemicals is under strict tracking laws. Keirah can you track down the bar code?" Jones said.
It took me just few minutes to track the code, thanks to Alex' gadget that made my job easy. "Here you go." I said giving the code to Jones. "Good job Kei! Now we can determine where this bottle was purchased. Let's see..." He read it. "It's from a mini-market nearby! I know the owner of that place, his name is Joe Stern. Let's go talk to him."

"Nice to see you again Joe!" Jones greeted as we entered the mini market. It was more like convience store, small yet, many items to buy.
"Well if it wasn't the crazed Jones." Joe looked at me and made a crooked smile. He wears a blue shirt. He was so tall of maybe about 6ft. He has dark brown hair and his eyes were black. I looked at the badge he's wearing. He's a manager of the said store. "Ahh. I see you've got a partner now. It's been a long time since you worked on your own Jones."
"This is Keirah Silvers." Jones said and I gave him a casual smile. "You must be so valuable, lass." Joe teased.
"Ok Joe, stop sweet-talking, we're here to ask you something." Jones cut it. Thanks to Jones, I'm feeling a bit awkward on Joe. "Looks familiar?" Jones held out the bottle.
"Yes, this bottle comes from my shop, so what?" Joe retorted.
"Listen Joe, we need to know who bought this bottle. They've committed a murder!" Jones leaned on the glass shelf.
"Look, buddy, you don't seriously think I keep track of my customers, do you? Dozens of people come here every day!" Joe said bluntly.
"Alright. I guess Keirah and I should have a look at your shop. Just in case there are other things you don't keep track of!" Jones said.
Jones carefully inspect the shelves near the entrance while I'm on the other side near the storage entrance. I couldn't find anything. I let out a sight of disappointment. "Found anything?" I called to Jones. "Sadly. Nothing's to be found here." He said. I turn around to take a last look. I notice a trash bag on the corner beside the storage room. "Jones I think we gotta check out on that." I said as I picked up the trash bag.
"You find that suspicious things always end up in the trash eh?" He smiled and I nodded. "Let's have a look at this trash bag!"
We head outside the back door near the trash bins and began to inspect the inside of the bag. As I untie the bag, we both flinched back on the smell that stared at us. I wave my hands vigorously to let out some of the stench. Jones flipped the bag, spreading the various kind of trashes. "Uggh. It's like searching for a needle in a desert!" I complained, staring at the mess."
"At least this is not a desert." Jones answered. We started to dig unto the trash hoping this time our effort won't be wasted. We found some receipt and decided to scan the name of the purchases we found.
"Looks like you're having a hard time on 'em." Joe approaches.
"Well, we enjoyed it, until you came." Jones said sarcastically.
"Heh! I bet."
"Guys I think I found the answer!" I said with a winning grinning! They both looked at me. "Jones! look! it records the purchase of a bottle of flammable liquid..."
"And a saw, just like the one we found in the bathroom.." Jones said enlightened.
"Bathroom? You both went into the bathroom?" Joe stared at us, wearing those freaky smile on his face. Does he meant it? I felt my cheeks blushing for a while.
"It's the murder scene where we found the murder weapon and the victim, you idiot!" Jones said blushing.
"I was just joking!" Joe shrugged. "You're too serious!"
"Well, if you excuse us. We have some investigating to do first." Jones said as we got up.
"Hey Jones. There's also a purchase of bandages recorded." Jones turned and see the receipt. "Really?" What for?" He wondered.
"I don't know, for some scratches maybe?" I said.
"Maybe you're right. Which means we're looking for someone wearing a bandage!" He remarked. "Now let's go and examine the evidences we found!"

Jones and I stared blankly at the evidence that laid flatly on the lab table. The saw was already examined by Grace earlier and gave the results to Nathan which matches the Victim's blood. But we still have to find more evidence that could lead to the killer. I tried to examine the clothes if there'll be something left from the killer. Grace didn't saw a blood that matched on killer. Meaning the killer wasn't wounded that seriously.
I snapped out as I felt something tiny and rounded inside the clothes, and picked it up. "Jones look!" I held out something that looks like a golden tooth. But it is a golden tooth!
"Good job Keirah! I'm sure this gold tooth will help us move forward. We'd better send it to Grace for analysis."

"Hi Keirah!" Grace greeted as she entered the room. "The tooth that you found in the victim's clothes. it turns out, that it matches the bite marks on the bottle you found in the same place!"
"The killer must have tried to open the cap with their teeth, and lost this tooth in the process!"
"Thanks Grace! Either that's a really strong cap or our killer's got lousy teeth! In any case, Officer Keirah, let's go look for someone with a missing tooth!" Jones remarked.
"Now that reminds me of someone." I said wondering. "Remember Dave Simmons?"
"Now that you mention it." He thought.
"He's missing a tooth!" We said in unison!
"Now this witness is now a suspect, thanks to you!" He smiled. Now we head immediately to talk to Dave Simmons.

"Nice to see you again Officers!" He greeted us. Yep, with that smile, we could tell he was missing a tooth.
"Good day Mr. Dave!" Jones said. "I was wondering, you know that smile could be more wonderful, if only you don't have a missing tooth!"
"Ah... I lost my tooth when I was young." Dave blushed.
"Oh is it? We just wanted to ask you anyway. What business you have there in abandoned house?" Jones asked.
"I have nothing else to say about this sordid affair, except that I was there to sell the house. That's how I found the hand."
"And if you were to sell it. Then you know who this house belongs to?" I asked.
"Of course! That property belongs to Mr Marconi and has been derelict for years now. He'd be much better off without it..."
"Did you say Marconi?!" Jones cut. I glanced up to him, confused. "Come on Keirah! This is getting big! We have to report to Chief King now."
"Wait. Who's Marconi?" I asked Jones while we're heading back to the station. "Marconi is a gangster involved in all sorts of shady business." He answered. "He was one of the people, someone shouldn't be messing on."

"So Tony Marconi is somehow involved in this murder investigation?" Samuel King noted. "We haven't been able to pin anything on him so far..."
"He's a clever guy." Jones remarked.
"But if Marconi's got something to do with this murder, this could be our chance to put him behind bars! Go talk to him straight away!" Samuel dismissed.

"So you tried everything to seize Marconi?" I asked. "He was too careful. We can't find a way to pin him down." Jones answered.
"But you already know he was doing some illegal businesses."
"Yeah, but there wasn't enough proof."
"Drat! He has to be behind bars for life!" I muttered.

Jones maneuvered the car to park, near a Night club that signed Blue Flamingo. The sign has blue lights flickering around it.
We approached a huge man standing at the entrance. "Good evening, we would like to talk to your Manager regarding on important matter." Jones greeted. The guy though eyed him, crossing his arms. "He doesn't want visitors for today." He said sternly.
Jones furrowed. "Well he will, if he'll know that his visitors are from Grimsborough PD." he said bluntly. But the guy didn't move.
I step forward, giving the guy a casual smile. "It is really a very important matter, and it could affect your boss' business if we didn't talk about it soon." I said. The guy blinked for a moment. "Will you, please?" I smiled. He step aside, letting us in. "Thank you very much. We owe you." I said. Jones turned his head back for a moment. "How'd you do that? That guy is as hard as stone." He snorted as we go through the crowd. "Just a bit of a courtesy and a casual smile. I tell you, it works all the time." I smirked and he rolled his eyes.

We found Marconi laughing in triumph on one of the tables in casino. He must have been having a good game. "He really think he could do what he wants." Jones groaned. Marconi wears a grey suit with a white polo underneath. He also wears a gold chain around his neck. His phone rang and answered it, after a bit, he casually excuse himself and leave the game. As we approached him, I could tell he has a bandage on his neck. His faced changes as he noticed us coming. Glaring those brown eyes at us. "What are you doing here?" He said with disgust.
"We need to talk Tony!" Jones said in a serious tone.
"Now is not the time. I've more important things to do." He said.
"It's about Ned Dillard." I called. Marconi stopped for a moment. "You must have knew him?"
He stared at me for a moment. "Ah. You have another partner to get killed of, Jones?" He smirk. Jones clenched his fist.
"She was asking you a question you..." I patted his shoulder, knowing his in a rage.
"Heh! Ned Dillard? Never heard of him. Is that all? I'm a very busy man, you know." Marconi said with a tone of annoyance.
"I'd watch my tone if I were you. Ned's corpse was found into one of your properties..."
"Tragic for sure, but unless you've got proof I was there, I don't see how it concerns me. Now if you'll excuse me, I really have no time for such trivial matters." Marconi smiled sarcastically and excuse himself.
"That guy! There really comes a day he'll gonna get rotten on the jail!" Jones groaned walking towards the car. "Hey easy there. I know how much you hate Marconi. Just chill it okay. We'll catch him eventually." I said catching up on his steps.
"You're right. At least we've made headway on our investigation into Ned Dillard's murder, but we still have a lot of questions to answer." He said. "At least thanks to you we now know that Ned's killer is missing a tooth, and that he's wearing a bandage! And we also know that Tony Marconi, the most crooked man in all of Grimsborough, is somehow involved in this. But we'll need to find proof if we want to pin this on him!"
"I hate him too." I smiled as we get in the car.
Jones chuckled. "I agree, it's high time we report back to Chief King."

"So, How is the Ned Dillard case going? Have you found who killed him?" Chief Samuel tapped his pen slowly.
"Not yet, no, but thanks to Keirah, we already have three pieces of evidence against the killer! We know it's a man, that he's lost a tooth... And we also found out he's wearing a bandage!" Jones explained quietly.
"Good job, that's quite a list! Do you know what you're going to do next?" He glanced at us.
I looked at Jones. "Um... Well... We're going to..." He said.
"You're going to do the only thing you CAN do! Go back to those crime scenes and find something to push this case forward!" We flinched at the said order. We kindly excuse ourselves and get to our work immediately.
"Is something wrong that's why Chief King got angry?" I asked. "Well he's like that. Eventually you'll get used to him." He chuckled.

It's getting dark, yet we still proceed to our work. We head back to house and hoping we could find another clue.
"So we expect to find something in this dark and spooky place." I said staring at the abandoned house.
Jones sighed. " Yep." We picked out our flashlight and wore gloves. We entered the house carefully. Even with a flashlight, it's hard to see the path that we're walking, in addition of that, the floor was flimsy that I have to take a slow step forward. And as expected, I stepped on one of the breakable spot and my foot caught on the hole. I squeaked, Fortunately, Jones grabbed me quickly behind before I directly fall off.
"Are you okay?" He asked lifting me up carefully.
"I think so. I'm still in one shape though." I said, but I groaned when I felt a pain around my leg. "I think I bruised it a bit." Jones helped me got up. "You could stay here, if you want..."
"No! I'm okay! It's not that serious." I smiled and tried to stand up straight.
"You sure?" He asked, worried. "Yep." I grinned. We proceed to enter the bathroom. It's really darker here. I really hoped we could find something here. I searched near the tub while Jones on the sink. Good thing this bathroom wasn't too big. The floor tile looked a bit crimson, making it more darker and harder to search. Soon, I found something glinting under the tub when I pointed the flashlight. I reached for it and find it was a tie clip.
"Jones!" I smirked as I held out the clip.
"Great! How did it end up in such a dirty bathroom?" He pursed his lips.
"Better check it out." I said.
"You're right. Let's go and give it a test!"
As we head outside the junkyard. I accidentally stepped on a pile of leaves and slipped-down. Nice, first the wooden floor, now the pile of leaves, what could be worse? Embarassed. I got up shaking my head in dismay. "Tsk."
"Looks like you scored a lot of clumsiness today." Jones chuckled as he helped me stand up.
"You bet." I said kicking off the leaves. shoving off the dirt and the trash that stuck to my boots and pants. Another thing caught my eye, it was a business card and Ned's name was in there. "Jones, Ned's name is in this business card." He take a closer look as he pointed the light. "Call Maria." He read at the back of the card. "There's a phone number in it."
"It's hard to read, it got wiped off."
"Let's see if we could decipher it. Seems your clumsiness takes a good catch after all." He laughs and I rolled my eyes.

We head back to crime lab, to trace the fingerprints. I'm used to this kind of stuff so this is just easy for me. We took the fingerprints to Grace for a test. Then I started to decipher the phone number on the business card then handed it to Alex to track down.

"Great! Now those fingerprints and phone number may be the answer for our problem." Jones said. We wait for Grace to analyze the fingerprints. "Hey, is your foot alright?" He asked looking down at my feet. "Yep. I think I'm gonna get some bruises but it's okay. Good thing of wearing boots." I chuckled.

"Uhhm. Jones, What did Marconi mean about what he said to you earlier? About your partner?" I could see Jones' smile faded as I asked the question. I bit my lip regretting what I've said. Blast it! I shouldn't be asking such things. I knew about Jones giving up to work with a partner, but Chief King insisted that he must have to.
"I had this partner that died two years ago." Jones finally said. "James Hudson. He has sacrifice his self to save us." His eyes saddened.
"I'm sorry." I said.
"If I didn't insist to push on that investigation, maybe he'll still be here." He said with regret.
"It's not your fault. You only have to do what was right. I think, if he was in your place. he'll also do it. No one knows what could happened. So don't take all the responsibilities to yourself."
He let out a smile yet I could tell his eyes were sorrowful.
"He's my best friend." He said.
I patted his shoulder. "Sometimes we do regret the choices we've made. But all we can do is, to continue the things we believed, the things that is right... You said he sacrificed himself to save you, it's his choice and he never regret it. That's what we do, to protect the people we love."
"You know, those words could make me cry right now." He said smiling.
"If Marconi's words would happen, I won't forgive myself." He added.
"It won't happen. Marconi just wanted to pissed you."
"I don't want to let the same thing happen to you, Keirah." He looked down. I was surprise hearing that, he said it seriously.
"Don't worry it won't." I said. I either won't let the same thing happen to you too, Jones. I flushed.

We snapped out from our drama as we heard a knock on the door.
"The fingerprints from that tie clip you found on the crime scene didn't match any in our files, but..." Grace said coming in. "they were a perfect match with the prints present on the murder weapon!" We just smiled, no words. Grace stared at us for a moment. "Something's wrong?" She looked at us.
"Ah! No! Everything's right!" I chuckled and take the report. "So this tie clip belongs to our killer."
"Yes, that means, your killer might be wearing a tie!" She grinned.
"Thanks Grace." I smiled and we head to Alex' office.

"Found anything Alex?" I asked.
"You're just in time guys." He smirked. "The owner of this phone number you found is called Maria Sanchez. She's a housemaid, so I guess she was working for your victim."
"Wonderful. Alex' you really are a monster when it comes to tracking down people. Well, I say it in a good way." I chuckled. "I wish I could track down people as fast as you can Alex' you should teach me sometimes." I grinned.
"Thanks. Well, you can call me the Digital God if you want to. Sounds cool eh!" He laughed.
"Well, Alex is a master techie here, and yes, he IS good, although maybe not THAT good." Jones finally joked.
"Cmon man, don't spoil it." Alex waved his hands.
"No worries Alex, you'll still have the title." I said.
"Thanks anyway."

"Ned Dillard's dead? Ha! So there is some justice, after all!" Maria scowled. Her hair was a bit disheveled in an up bun. I also notice her bandage on the left side of her forehead.
"Is that so? Why did the victim have your phone number, Ms Sanchez?" Jones asked.
She glanced. "Because I'm his maid. Or rather, I was. He fired me two days ago!" She added in dismay.
"Seems you have so much grudge on him." Jones noted.
"Why not? He treated me inconsiderately." She gritted her teeth.
"You know, your behaviour gives you a very good motive for murder..."
"Think what you will. But if I were you, I'd go have a little chat with Dennis Brown. He's a bodyguard, and he'd just offered his services to Mr Dillard!" She cut.
"That would be noted! Well, thanks Ma'am." Jones bid.

"We should go and try to talk to this Dennis Brown that she was saying." Jones said as we head to the car. As soon as we entered the car, I picked up the tablet and search for Dennis Brown's profile on data base.
"Ha! Seems the woman wasn't lying after all. Dennis Brown indeed is the body guard of Ned Dillard." I said. "He doesn't look what I expected." Jones raised a brow in a question. "Here. He seems to look older for a body guard." I showed the profile to Jones. "Ha! Okay, lets see what we could procure to this guy." He said starting the car engine.

"Mr Dennis Brown. Someone told us you offered your bodyguard services to Ned Dillard shortly before his death. Is that true?" Jones asked as soon as we faced Dennis. He looked a bit different on the profile. Coz the bandage on his left cheekbone was added, and that missing tooth! Jones though noticed it too.
"Sure. Ned Dillard was a crook. His schemes put a lot of honest people out in the streets with no money left to their names. The guy obviously needed protection!" Dennis blurted.
"I see you're missing a tooth. Did you lose it on the job?" I smirked when Jones asked it.
"Uh, yeah. It's a rough job, sometimes you get on the wrong end of the fight." He answered.
"Look, about Ned... I didn't kill him. But I've got a list of people who might have, all the people who got their houses taken because of him!" he added.
"Can we see the list?" Jones asked.
"I tore it up, since the guy's dead, I didn't think I'd need that list no more. You can probably still put it back together, though." Dennis held out a crumpled and torn papers from the bin. "Here."
I held out my hand to take the papers carefully not to missed a sheet.
"Thank you Mr. Brown." Jones smiled as we leave the guy.

"How do we start?" We stared at the bits and pieces of papers. Jones shrugged. I yawned, I looked at my watch and it's already 9pm. "I guess it's time to go home." Jones chuckled.
"No, I'm fine, let's do this." I insist. "You sure? You must need a rest sometimes." He furrowed.
"Yeah, so how do we do this." I turned back to the papers.
"I guess, it's like solving a puzzle." He said and started to pick up one piece and placed another.
"Just a bit tricky." I pursed my lips, following him. We tried to put the pieces back together until we finally could read the list.
"Great job we done here Keira!" Jones suppressed a triumphant smile and gave me a fist bump. "Indeed!" I chuckled.
"Now let's see who these people might be." We peered on the list closer and read the names.
"Jones!" I said loftily and Jones also noticed one of the names.
"Joe Stern's name on the list! Which means Ned Dillard duped him, too!" He said.
"Yeah." I said.
"Okay, let's work this out first thing in the morning." Jones said.
"What do you say we go back to Joe's mini-market tomorrow? I think some thorough shelf-searching is in order!" He added and I nodded with agreement.

And yes, first thing we did is to bust in Joe's market. "Oh it's you again. What sort of business that you want now?" Joe said coldly as we approached him on the counter.
"Why didn't you tell us your property got seized because of Ned Dillard, Joe?!" Jones asked.
"And so what? I'm not the only one that jerk got to!" Joe defended.
"Maybe, but now that Ned's dead, it makes you a suspect! Step aside, we need to have another look at your shop."
As we head through the shelves to start the inspection, Jones suddenly stopped making me stumbled on his back. Ouch!
"Hey Jones what's the matter?" I peered tip toed, rubbing my head.
"That's it!" He stared at the surveillance cam on the corner of the store. I followed his gaze. Surveillance camera? My eyes widened at a sudden thought. "Right!" I smiled.
"That could might be the evidence!" He pointed.
"We could track down who bought the items on the recorded vid!" I said.
"Yes! Maybe we could determine who it was!"

"Mr Stern, we'll be taking your surveillance camera for analysis." Jones came back to Joe.
"First the trash, now the camera... You really don't have anything better to do?" Joe said.
"If I were you I'd just shut up, Joe. We know exactly what we're doing." He said seriously. "Now let's go see what Alex can make of the recordings on this camera!" He called.

"It sounds like you're on the way to end the case guys." Alex said grinning as he playback the video. We looked at the time of purchase from the receipt and played it fast forward.
"Gotcha!" Alex said clicking the pause button. We take a closer look on the screen. The guy who bought these items seems familiar. We couldn't determine the face coz he's facing his back at the camera.
"Can you zoom it in a bit?" Jones requested.
"Take a look at this guys..." Alex pointed out the shelf next to the guy. "We couldn't tell the face of this guy but maybe we could find out by his height." He added.
"You're right." I seconded.
"Looking at it, he may be 6ft tall." Alex noted.
"6ft tall? Got it! Keirah lets check out all the matches and compared it to our suspects." Jones said. "Thanks Alex."

I compared the lists and found out that the one matches all the evidence was... Dennis Brown. "Jones, I think I know the killer."
"Great, who you got?"
"Dennis Brown, all the evidence matches and leads to him."
"Right! Now let's go and get this guy!"

"Dennis Brown, you're under arrest for the murder of Ned Dillard." Jones held out the cuffs.
"What?! You can't be serious. You've got nothing against me!" Dennis stepped back.
"We found plenty of evidence against you! Like the tie clip you left on the scene, or the fact that you're missing a tooth!" I said.
"You tried to chop down your victim! When that failed, you decided to burn him up, but Dave Simmons got in the house and you fled the scene!" Jones added.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Dennis waved his hands.
"Save that for the judge, Dennis. You're under arrest!" Jones placed the handcuffs on Dennis.

At the court, Dennis still blabbering to make up an excuse. "Really, your Honor! I can explain! I... I'm a victim of circumstances!" He said.
"The evidence collected by Inspector Jones and Officer Silvers leaves no place for doubt. The reason why you committed this crime is irrelevant." Judge Hall accentuated.
"The Court therefore condemns you to life in prison for the premeditated murder of Ned Dillard!" and she added. "Moreover, the Court would like to thank the police of Grimsborough, and in particular Inspector Jones and Officer Silvers, for their swift investigation and perfect results. Court is adjourned!" she raps the gavel, dismissing us.

"Nice catch Keirah! We did well again!" Jones cheerfully said as we celebrated with a fist bump.
"Tough, but yeah. We did it!" I remarked.
"I say, I wanted to eat a strawberry filled doughnut right now to boost some momentum." I added.
"Again?" He chuckled.
"What? I could eat a dozens of doughnuts right now."
"Right! Since it your second case that solved! Treat is mine!" Jones grinned.
"Really?! I'm go with it! Lets go!" I laughed as I pushed him off the exit. Can't wait for my doughnuts! :P

A/N: Jones could be generous sometimes. :P Additional investigation will be next. Xiao! :D
Ps: Sorry I have to delete the first upload, I just need to clear things up so it won't affect the next chapters.