(Inspired from the Mentalist)
Chapter 1
Cc Boy
Ten o'clock in the morning, when i saw Dr. Rueben's body lying on the ground. The street is crowded with people who are off to do their daily routines. I think some are going to work, some will be picking up some groceries, and some, maybe just looking for a place to hang out. A lady screamed when she saw the body painted in blood. The lady perhaps is in her mid-50s, if you'd ask why, well, the way she dressed tells her about her age. An old straight dress with shoes that does not match her outfit, and that awful Sunday hat which i assume she's proud to wear even if looks ridiculous. She screams like an actress who stars
in a horror movie, you know, the ones which is about zombies or any other supernatural creatures you may think of. The scream that gives you the feeling of anxiety, wherein you tend to panic once you heard the annoying sound. Which sucks because, once panic takes the rest of you, you're dead eventually. And another reason, everybody would be in an outrage, where you cannot control them, they'll run around like crazy animals. That sucks actually.
The man's eyes were open, i could see his big hazel eyes, and at the same time, there were gunshots on the face. He's wearing a coat and slacks, the usual uniform of an office man. The shirt's bright color became a mess because of his blood. "Somebody has to call the police about this!" a man yelled.Yes, that's right, they should be informed that a man is murdered on the middle of the street, or let me just rephrase that, a man that was brutally killed and now is lying on the middle of the street with his blood painted all over him.
A few minutes later, somebody had the guts to call the police, finally some action!
Before any other commotions could be made, the police came. and so was my colleagues. One of the policemen ordered me to step away from the crime scene. As he put the yellow line which says, POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS, one of my colleagues finally approached the policeman. "Sorry sir but I'm going to have Mr. Guile with me in investigating this crime scene," explained Alice. Well, she's my boss actually, but in my mind, I'm the boss. Humors, your going to need them, trust me.
"But he doesn't have any badges or proof that will allow to join the investigation," the policeman said.
"Well he doesn't, cause he's not a police, he's a consultant. He works for the NBI. Apparently no badge, but id yes. show him Gil. I took out a small leather studded case, opened it and showed my id.
Gilbert Freid
National Bureau of Investigation
Consultant
"Okay that proves something, hop aboard."
"Thank you, Mac" I said.
"Oh don't call me that," he said in an irritated voice.
"Why? Something that matter? Or perhaps the name mac brings back memories. Probably, something that embarrassed you when you were at your youth and you have swore to hate all throughout your life."
"Excuse me?" he asked.
"Nah just live with mac, you're a big guy now, there's nothing to hide,"
"But."
"Yep, no need to be shy, gays are in as they say."
"Oh come on!" Alice leaped in and pulled me away from the policeman.
"You should never-ever do that again, that's very impolite. And unprofessional."
"You wanna bet that he's gay?" i asked.
"Fine whatever, a box of doughnut, is that enough?"
"All sugar free."
We went forward the body to get a closer look. Gruesome as it may look, but what the heck. This is part of our job. I looked behind, saw agent Martin and agent Steve coming. Two of the best colleagues in our team. Martin, big guy, he does the examining of the scene while Steve, well, half Chinese I must say, then again, does the questioning. Alice introduced the two. Another police came to us, holding a clip board wherein
some of the reports are clipped on. He talked to us while turning the pages upward and explaining what happened.
"Dr. Rueben Court, Psychiatrist. Age 35, divorced. and has no child," the police said. "Well according to locals, someone shot him in the head and left him to bleed until he died. Poor doctor, people say he's the best in town." I took a step forward and observed the body, looked at it straight in the eye. Creepy. Then i looked on the rest of his body. I did not bother to touch it, what else would it be if someone's dead. Then I looked back at Alice.
"True, but not all."
"I'm sorry?" asked the policeman.
Everyone seemed to stare back at me.
"I said true but not all is true." i repeated. "You want me to say that again?"
"No thank you, i mean, what are you imposing?" asked the police.
"Don"t worry I'll tell you. So, Dr. Rueben here did not die of gunshots. Why? Look the shots on his face, all three were a miss, two on the right and one on the left, a gunshot would pierce through any part of your body. Plus if Dr. Reuben is to be killed by gunshots on the head, the suspect could have shot him on the forehead, where it is much easier to kill a target. And, judging from the pattern of the blood that came out, it doesn't seem that it came from the head. If it did, blood should have been under his head, not on his body, but it looks like blood was only painted on parts his face, wherein the killer did a horrible job.and When Doc was killed, the gunshots were only made to cover the real procedure of killing."
"So what do you think is the real way?" asked Alice.
"Well, I know that he is killed by a sharp object. Why? Look at the blood pattern, his clothes are the ones that mostly covered and...." I paused for a while.
"And what?"
I held the shirt and opened some of the buttons. Viola, it showed my point, the source of the blood. "Viola, another case of Cc Boy. Stabbed a 50cc syringe unto his chest and left him bleeding to die. Then after blood poured out of his chest, shot Dr. Rueben's face thrice, took a little amount of blood and painted it on those gunshots."
Everyone were still in silence.
"I'm going to have forensics look after that. Officer please have someone take the body out of here." Alice ordered
"Yes, ma'am"
We left the police to do the clean up. While the four of us are walking. Steve asked me, "How do you know that a 50cc syringe was used to kill him?" I answered. "mmm, Just let forensics do the talking. You want to bet on that?"
"Stop it," said Alice.
"Alright Mr. Consultant, I'll bet a box of donuts for that. If it's true I'll buy one" said Steve.
"Oh no, i don't want donuts, lets make this bet a little more interesting. Loser gets to wear the chicken suit outside the office building."
"You're on," Steve accepted.
"I said stop it, we're having a dead person here, why do you even bet on him?"
"Just a bet, not gambling."
"Yeah whatever."
"Oh come on Alice, it'll be fun. Tell you what, if Steve loses, You'll laugh out your pants off."
"How sure are you?" she asked.
"Cause Mac is having an affair with the police that we just talked to. Look!" I said, pointing to the direction where one of the police car is parked. All three people looked to that direction, and there it was, Mac, leaning on the car's trunk. With the second police who i had a word with, well, to make it fun. Lover boy kissed Mac on the cheeks as they went inside the car. Then kissed again, this time on the lips.
"I hate to say i told you so, but i told you so." I nagged.
"Martin do me a favor, drop by on any donut shop along your way, and buy Mr. Psychic here sugar free. One dozen to be precise," Alice said as she pulled money from her pocket.
"I prefer Krispy Kreme," then grinned.
I opened the box of donuts in our office, as part of my, sorry our lunch. It smelled good, fresh donuts and just a small qunatity of sugar content, my kind of thing. I guess this is life. Then came a man in white. He was in all white,even the shoes, my guess, he's a nurse. He knocked twice and called out Martin. "Sir? I'm Luther Court, brother of Dr. Reuben Court. I heard what had happened, and the police led me here for some questions?"
"Oh we've been waiting for you, please go straight ahead to that door over there. I'll catch up later," Martin said.
"Well, okay, thanks." Then smiled at us and went forth to Alice's office. He knocked and the door opened.
"Oh by the way guys, this is Grace. A new addition to our team, she's new so go easy on her." Martin pointed to a red haired girl just beside, who was doing some work with the computer. Well, she's incharge with all the tracing of suspects and victims, and any other persons that may be involved in a case. And, she can also do some questioning if Alice wish to. Now you know her too, moving on.
Martin took a folder which had some papers that i had no idea what that is. But as he went for Alice's office, i followed him and held him on his shoulder. I murmured, "We'll go easy on her don't worry, it's just you that I'm worried about."
"Why me?" he asked.
"Cause your," i paused. Then went closer to his ear, "I-N-L-O-V-E with her."
"Screw you and your psychic ways!" he replied in a whispering manner.
"Thank you," I grinned then let him go.
"So Steve, when will the report come in?" I asked.
"Right about, now. Okay here we go." Clicking on a file he just received on his computer. Just six clicks then, "Dr. Reuben Court,blah blah blah, same as before, blah blah blah. And their observance has resulted with a..." he paused.
"With a what?" asked Grace, stopping from her work.
"stabbing of a 50cc syringe."
To be continued......
