Chapter nine; This girl was murdered.
Hello people. I think this is going in the direction I want it too. I just need some more ideas. Review to give me some hope XD.
Jo was extremely worried about Henry. He asked her to spend the night at his place since he didn't want her out of reach. She was thankful that she had decided to keep some spare clothes there, since she has been spending most of her time with Henry instead of her apartment. She slowly rose to her feet and noticed something unusual. Henry wasn't in bed next to her. In fact she couldn't remember that he ever came to bed. Jo quickly dressed and made her way to the kitchen. Abe was sitting at the table with a newspaper in his hands, but there was no sign of Henry.
"Abe, have you seen Henry today?" Jo asked confusedly. Abe lifted his gaze from the newspaper to her. His reading glasses on the tip of his nose.
"I thought he was with you?" Abe said as he took off his reading glasses. Jo sighed heavily as she and Abe made their way downstairs to the antique shop.
"Henry if you're in that dungeon of yours I' going to-" Jo trailed of as she saw Henry's sleeping form sitting on an antique chair in front of the shop window. "Henry?" She asked softly as she slowly made her way to him. Henry's head shot up and pulled the trigger of an antique shot gun. Jo and Abe jumped from surprise as did Henry.
"What the hell, Henry?!" Jo shouted with irritation.
"Like son like father." Abe said with a laugh as he remembered the time when he almost took Henry's head off when Henry stepped down into the lab and found his sleeping form.
"I apologize Jo. You gave me quite a fright." Henry said with a tired yawn.
"Please tell me you didn't spend your entire night here in front of the shop window?" Jo asked as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
"He would tell you that, but then he would be lying through his teeth." Abe intervened. Henry gave his son a disapproving glare before he rose to his feet.
"I wasn't going to let anything happen to the two of you. If you haven't noticed, you are the only people keeping me sane and from turning into Adam and Markus." Henry said with a sigh.
"Henry, you are never going to turn into the two of them and nothing is going to happen to us. I have my gun and Abe has his." Jo said as she took a step closer and rapped her arms around Henry's waist.
"She's right, Pops. If either one of them shows their ugly smug, I'll shoot'em and if he does again, I'll shoot'em again. I have an endless supply of shotgun rounds in your dungeon."
"Well, that does give me a bit of reassurance." Henry said as he looked Jo in the eyes.
"Exactly, now let's enjoy some eggs and bacon. I'm starving." Jo said as she lead both men back upstairs.
'At the morgue'
"I do believe this was a tragic suicide." Henry said as he pulled a cloth over a male body. "These seem to be happening quite a lot in this century." Henry sighed.
"You got that right, Doc. Mostly since some men and women feel like they're not perfect in the eyes of society." Lucas said as he started cleaning Henry's tools.
"I just don't quite understand why the media or people for that matter think everything evolves around money. Sure it was in the late 1800's and 1900's, but I must say it has gotten worse with the development of technology and evolution." Henry said as he gestured everything with his hands.
"Wow, Doc. I got to say I always love the history lessons." Detective Hanson said as he and Jo made their way into the morgue. Henry rolled his eyes with a sly smile before he turned to greet them.
"I believe you came down here for something else that to make fun of my vast knowledge of history." Henry stated with a teasing grin.
"You got that right, Henry." Jo said with a small smile.
"We have another body. We think it's suicide, but the uniforms tore up the apartment for a suicide note. They never found one. Would you be so kind as to grace us with your immortal presence, Doc?" Hanson teased. Jo shot him a glare that would make little children cry. "What?" Hanson asked confusedly. Jo directed her gaze at Lucas ,who was back into the world of his graphic novels, and Hanson realized his mistake. "Oh, sorry."
"It's quite alright, Detective. He was too busy with his comic books to notice anything." Henry said as he patted Hanson's back. "Now let's pay our newest victim a visit." Henry said as he shrugged off his lab coat and pulled on his usual one on.
As Hanson, Jo and Henry strolled under the yellow police line and entered the apartment, a beautiful young woman came into view. She had a thick rope around her neck and various of bruises on her body. She was dangling from the ceiling. Henry slowly made his way to the brunette and as he stared at her he unconsciously stripped off his scarf and started rubbing his neck. His mind drifted away from the present into the far past. Before he could sink even deeper into the memory, Jo gave his hand a squeeze.
"What's wrong, Henry?" Jo questioned with worry and sympathy. In the past Henry would have lied and said that everything was peachy, but now that their relationship has developed and she has excepted all of his secrets and pain. He could tell her anything.
"Being hung for a crime you didn't commit never really leaves a man's memory." Henry said as he put his scarf around Jo's neck. "I would request that you would keep it for the rest of the day. I won't be able to work with the feeling of it around my neck. Jo nodded with a soft smile and squeezed his hand one last time before turning back to the case. Henry put on his gloves as he moved closer to the young woman's body.
"I bet you ten dollars he's going to say she was murdered." Hanson whispered into Jo's ear.
"Then again what would be new." Jo said with a soft smile.
"This girl was murdered." Henry stated as he inspect her even closer. Jo and Hanson gave each other the same look before turning back to Henry. "To put insult to injury, she was murdered by someone she knew, someone she trusted." Henry said.
"What makes you say that, Doc?" Hanson questioned confusedly. He knew Henry was good, he didn't know it was that good.
"There is only one tea cup on the coffee table." Henry said rather smugly.
"But how does that prove anything?" Jo asked curiously.
"Well, my dear detective. This is not any modern tea cup. This specific tea cup is a part of a twin set that dates all the way back to the 1800's. The person who knew her has the other one, because he or she left fingerprints on it. There is also no evidence of forced entry, but a forced exit. He or she didn't want to be seen leaving so they forced open the window from this side, hence the way that this man or woman forced open the window, because it is rather old and rusty." Henry said as he bend down at the window and carefully inspected the window frame. "I will have to examine the body closer to conclude the exact cause of death and I will let them run the fingerprints that is hopefully on the window frame, but for now there isn't anything we can do here." Henry said as he took off his gloves.
"Alright then. I'll need you to extract the fingerprints from the window frame, if there is any." Jo said to one of the police officers who was walking past her. The man nodded and went back to work.
Back at the morgue Lucas almost collapsed when he saw the woman. Henry quickly grabbed a chair and helped him onto it.
"What is the matter, Lucas?" Henry asked worriedly. Lucas was completely pale and completely out of character. He never got upset over bodies that came into the morgue, but he looked completely devastated and frightened. Then it clicked in his immortal mind. "Did you know this woman?" Henry asked sympathetically. Lucas slowly nodded before he answered.
"She's my brother's wife."
Thought only Henry's life could be messed up did ya? This is slowly going in a positive direction, but I have this numbing feeling that everything is happening too fast. Let me know what you guys think?