In a hurry, I headed for the stationery and printing shop owned by Madame Solstice, the mother of my new history teacher Miss Solstice. After a small wig incident of Mr. Dunsfold that got him out, then his replacement is Miss Solstice. I copied a few pages of paper for certain purpose from Madame Solstice Shop.
A police badge left by someone, now I'm starting to find out its origins. I have prepared all things for the awkwardness. Besides, the most important thing is not who wears the police badge. The thing is the badge was found before the Foscow incident. Which makes anyone think, for what reason did the police come here?
I broke through the police line, headed for the crime scene.
My hand tapped slowly.
The door was opened without a greeting. The room was quite a mess, while the woman after opening the door, was immediately busy typing something again.
"Is there anything you need, boy?"
I kept quiet and looked around the room. The place where my friend was poisoned.
"Miss Beagle, do you remember anything that was on Foscow's desk yesterday?"
"I dunno," she was still typing something. She is ignoring me.
I looked every corner, even under the bed. The trash is still the same as before. Some packets and wet wipes, orange peels, and a box of milk. While the bottle was taken by officers.
“By the way, why are you in this place…-”
She still didn't look at me at all, and still continued to her typing. "I could also ask the same thing." Beagle interrupting my unfinish words. But obviously, I’m the playmaker. I continued my worrds with no hesitant.
“…All night?”
She immediately stopped typing. Then walked over to pour her coffee.
"What am I here all night for?" she asked me back.
"I see an irregular mark at the end of the bed?" I added. "I mean what business did you have to sleep in a place with a police line?"
She back sat down and continued her typing with calm. Or she just make it looks calm so I didn’t suspect it?
I watched from behind as she typed what looked like a multi-paragraph report. I took some papers and photos scattered on the table around her.
"Why are you standing at the back? What do you want?" Beagle asked me with slightly uncomfortable.
“Can I have a photo of the incident, please? Right before Foscow's body was taken off on a stretcher," I replied politely.
She didn't bother me at all. It was as if the laptop screen was more important than my presence. I let it go, I held the trump card after all.
“When the police told us to disperse and search Isabeau, you were still here. Then when night comes, you are still here too. Some of Mr. McPherson people that you can also order when you let me in.”
Then she stopped typing and closed her laptop pretty harsh. Honestly, it makes me scared even a little. But it seems the fish take my bait. She drank the cup of coffee until it was finished, then lit her cigarette.
“Boy! I warned you not to interfere!”
"Are you not a civilian?"
"Shut up!"
The atmosphere became silent for a moment. But I still persisted mercilessly.
"Miss Pamela Mcpherson, former member of the surveillance team, yorkshire police detective." I took the badge then I read all the contents in front of her.
Hearing that, she looked gloomy. But can't do much. It is like stripped all her clothes.
Then she sat limply. Her hands rubbed her face in frustration.
"How do you know?"
I explained it and threw the badge away. His hands are ready to catch my light throw.
"Maybe I'm not cut out to be a detective," she added, tearing up a piece of paper that I felt was important and sacred.
I ran to grab the paper and take that.
"You are indeed careless, but that does not mean you have to fail," I added while reassuring the woman. "Help me solve this mystery and you will reap the rewards."
She sighed. Then took two photos in the drawer. Exactly what I wanted. Like turning back time, to be exact, I was given the opportunity to see what really happened at the crime scene.
"Are you sure this is all that was on the table, Miss Beagle?"
"Exactly."
“Wait, is that thing always there?” I pointed.
I pointed right at the pack of antibacterial wipes from the photo Miss Beagle had given me.
“Yeah, at least that fat guy knows how to eat before eating. Even I think it's a little exaggerated. After finishing his hands then other objects.”
"Does he always wear them?"
"Before eating he cleans his hands with water in the sink," he added. "But before drinking, he always uses that thing."
Then I returned the photo to Miss Beagle. While in the second photo I see some oranges falling near the door. Then I returned again.
“Thank you, then what exactly are detectives doing in this place? At least it's almost the second year."
We exchanged some information. She said that several people reported about strange things near the laboratory. The second, regarding saving a subject that I wasn't told at all. Well, I didn't force it.
After that we made a plan that no one should know about. Maybe I'll share with one person, but not with others. I explained to her that I was with other people also investigating a case. I laid out a plan and explained in detail. Of course, since I'm only a high school kid, Miss Beagle who is more senior always has lots of questions and objections. But after a few minutes, she was silenced with a plan and some facts that she couldn't find. Considering for a while, she finally agreed with my idea.
"All right, Miss Beagle, take me to Eccley Pittersburgh Hospital."
The woman was like in hurry. She stopped for a moment in front of the door.
"Ahead fork, five minute interval." She left. Miss Beagle seemed to say at the rendezvous point as a code.
While I was still there. I opened all the drawers. I pay attention to paper, pictures, photos, writings and store them in my brain. I searched everything until nothing left me doubting.
After a while, I looked around in all directions, making sure no one was following me. While I peeked out the back window, Beckey, Gertrude, Rita, Verdamant and Pebble chatted to each other in Aunt Edelweiss's shop. I have taken a step that they cannot see.
There is no other door but through the front. Passing the canteen I act normal, because many of them are chatting there. My steps were calm until I passed the laboratory. I looked behind me, thankfully no one was following me. The police may have noticed my presence, but it seems Miss Beagle have tipped them off. For a few meters, a black car was visible.
I got in it and it was driving fast and constant.
“Hey, boy, you're sure about this, right?”
"Yeah," I added. "By the way, about that local paper, 'A murderer without a face, a smell, and a gun' what do you think?"
“We have some similar news outside the Yorkshire area, such as 'Kidnapping without cause'. The method used is similar to that of a secret agent. We suspect it was carried out by a large group.”
"Kidnapping? Who are the victims? Why is it similar?”
“Lorraine Inkswallen, missing without cause, reported by her older sister. It said they haven't seen each other in three months."
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"Are there no signs of the name concerned in the police documents?"
“Not so far, but I can give you the paper if you want. By the way, we got some information from Interpol. There are lists of names to look out for,”
"Can I borrow that later, Miss Beagle?"
The glamorous woman agreed even though she was a bit reluctant. Then I asked something else about why Foscow was the one who deserved to be killed.
"I dunno, it still bothers me. The lab is still suspicious. I also still have my suspicions about those who were expelled.”
“Oh yeah, about that. From your side no one said?” I asked.
"We only got information that they were not suitable and were not really thrown away. Besides, why don't the attendance data use full names?”
Come to think of it, I've never seen my friends' names in the attendance record either. Even I never saw once.
A few minutes, our car arrived at the place. A building that is neither big nor small. But of course the two-level building was covered in blue paint as beautiful as sea water. It's just that I just found out this isn't what I thought it would be. At least after getting out of the car the voice sounded clearer.
“Hey, why are there so many screams?” I asked in surprise.
“Huh? Isn't that obvious?"
Several patients passed us. There was a bald man who was laughing to himself. The other one is a very beautiful woman, even still looks very young. Her face looks calm and charming with long straight red brownie hair. Approximately as beautiful as the Beagle. Unfortunately that didn't interest me, at least not with the handcuffs and chains and the two nurses that carrying her.
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