Last Chapter: Part 2
The rundown apartment had tiny cracks in the stairs. Graffiti written in the corner on the left side. Very close to a neighbor's window. The hallway packed with apartments squeezed together so tight it should be illegal. In apartment 202 is where the body was found. Ex-wife found the body there after she hadn’t gotten a response in a month. She was currently sitting on the staircase crying. The smell lingered through the rest of the apartment. The body liquified and the heat just made it unbearable. After questioning the ex wife, the detective proceeded to call it just as the officer before him claimed.
“Suicide”
The ex wife was in shock she was certain it was murder.
“Are you sure? My ex husband wasn’t suicidal… and he was left handed.”
“What?”
The ex wife nodded.
The detective started to examine the body a little closer.
“Left handed but the gun was in his right hand, blood splatter was on the left and the gun was placed on the table.”
The detective walked over to the officers and changed his assumption.
“This man was murdered”
“Wait … how? we decided it was suicide”
“Can’t be. She mentioned he was left-handed and the gun was in his right. The gun was placed on the desk about two inches away. If it was suicide how would he place the gun back on the desk after he shot himself? Check the gun for fingerprints, whoever did this wasn’t smart enough to at least place the gun on the floor where it would be if he actually shot himself.”
“So the killer was an amateur”
“Appears that way… makes it more difficult unless another murder happens with the same MO.”
The ugly floral wallpaper peels leaving pieces dangling. Door 204 opened slightly. The detective saw and walked over. The neighbor tried to shut the door but the detective caught it with his foot.
“I didn’t see nothing I don’t know nothing”
“Sure pal that’s why you're the only one peeking while everyone else came out to be nosey.”
“Please I didn’t see anything.”
“Just tell me what you saw and I won’t bring you in for questioning or have your name written on any paperwork.”
“Well okay… he was a quiet guy you know, pretty miserable it seems, stayed to himself; but lately he had a lot of people come by.”
“What kind of people?”
“Women specifically… younger than him.”
“Okay… anything else.”
“The type of women that you know you pay for… out of his league…”
The Detective nodded.
“Thanks.”
