Rose was in her office reviewing some paperwork regarding Andrea London's case. After her interrogation with Elliot, there were folders of written interview details, what was seen in the house, and pictures. Rose looked at the photos carefully and wrote notes on every detail she saw in the picture. What intrigued her the most were the heels she wore; they were stringless platform heels. Walking up the stairs with those kinds of heels would be dangerous. What Rose thought was odd was that the heels were still on her feet so perfectly. When a person falls with loose heels, surely the impact would break parts of the heels, or they would fall off from the force. "Is there a possibility that they were put on?"
It would make sense since the heels were still intact on Andrea's feet, and there seemed to be no imperfections. A smile crept through Rose's lips as she felt that her suspicions were correct. She couldn't forget how Elliot acted throughout the interrogation. He was calm and confident, but she thought it was his arrogance and pride. Elliot's eyes were what intrigued Rose. From her experience and studies, his eyes were calculating, cold, and emotionless; he hardly blinked. She believed that Elliot was a psychopath, which she considered to be the most challenging and dangerous person to interrogate and persecute.
With Elliot's impressive winning streak as a former lawyer, he knew the judicial system. "He thinks he's smart but he made a single flaw." Suddenly, her phone vibrated, and she knew it was one of the investigators in Elliot's home. "Hello, were able to get anything useful?"
"Yes, we got the victim's cellphone, the husband's laptop, paperwork, receipts, and more."
"Great, try to bring them in as fast as you can. I will inform Mr. Landon that he could be sent home." Both sides hung up, and the Detective left her office to inform her suspect that he could return home. She didn't want to let him go, but there wasn't substantial evidence yet. The Detective suspected that Elliot would not speak more and would represent himself since he knew all his rights. Rose eventually arrived at the waiting room, where Elliot sat reading a newspaper.
Elliot looked at her with an emotionless expression. "Yes, Detective?"
"Mr. Landon, you can go to your home since the warrant has been issued. You mentioned that you informed your workplace of your absence?"
"Yes, I have. I need time for myself and plan for my wife's funeral."
Rose nodded and motioned him to walk out of the waiting room, and before he could get to the exit, she called to him. "One more thing, Mr. Landon. There will be a possibility that we might call you again if something arises. Take care."
The Professor was momentarily silent and slowly turned to look at the Detective. "Of course, Detective. I will make sure of it." Elliot gave her a small smile as he walked out of the building.
Rose bit her lower lip and let out a long sigh. "He's more dangerous than I thought."
Meanwhile, Elliot got in his car and drove away from the building. He drove within the speed limit and looked calm and collected outside, but he was fuming on the inside. To soothe his emotions, Elliot put on one of his favorite CDs, Haggard, a symphonic metal band.
The song was soft initially, but it eventually played the metal part. That was why he loved the music very much since he found similarities in the genre. While driving, he thought about the interrogation and knew that the Detectives suspected him. Elliot had previous cases where spouses had supposed accidents; some were accidental, while others were not. He knew he would be interrogated and had to be careful about his words. The Detective tried to act innocent, but Elliot knew better and gave short answers.
He made a left turn, which would lead him to where his residence was. What also troubled him was that the neighborhood would soon discover the situation. If the situation worsened, it would be on the news; everyone would know what happened. It was something that he didn't want to happen. More importantly, he didn't want Alexandria to learn of his predicament, which would have made her want to leave his presence. He eventually arrived home, where he parked his car. When he exited the car, neighbors who walked by or were in front of their homes looked at him.
Elliot pretended to look sad; he wanted to look as innocent as possible. Once inside his home and closing the door, Elliot sighed while looking around. The house was quiet, just how he liked it. He remembered that investigators had entered his home previously due to the warrant, and he suspected that his laptop had been taken and other things that would be useful for the detectives. A smirk formed on his lips as he walked to his study, which was downstairs. He walked past the stairs as the memory of his wife falling came to him. A chuckle escaped his lips when he saw his wife's lifeless body.
It was thrilling when he had her life in his hands. He believed that he gave his wife a chance to walk out of the house alive, but after threatening him, she blew that chance and paid for it. Joy filled him for the first time in years, and he was finally free to live the life he wanted without his wife nagging him. When he finally arrived at his study, he closed the door and looked at his desk; his laptop was gone, as he had expected. "Those fools, they think they have me at their fingertips." Elliot then walked toward his bookshelf and opened it like a door. On the other side, there was a black safe, the lock of which he had uncoded. Once the safe was opened, there was a black laptop and other essential documents. Elliot took out his black laptop and sat by his desk; he smirked when he turned it on.
Once on, the laptop desktop had many files he didn't want anyone to know. "Those idiots think they are on top of things, but little do they know I am always one step ahead of them."
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