I sat on the chair near the bathroom door, watching Adrian scrutinize every detail in the room. He walked up to the table with the wineglass, bent down and squinted at the surface of the table.
“Hey Peter, come over here,” he said.
I got up and walked up to him.
“Can you see this? The stain is faint but it’s there,” he said. I looked to where he was pointing but saw nothing.
“I don’t see anything.”
“It’s the lighting. Bend down and you’ll see.”
I did as he told. At first I saw nothing but then I saw that a small part of the table was reflecting light coming from the window a bit more than the rest of the table. I touched the area only to discover that it was sticky.
“See?” Adrian said with a smile. “The stain is in line with that wineglass. It’s also circular like the base of a wineglass. There was another wineglass here Peter. Someone was with Carrie. She wasn’t drinking alone.” He looked down at the carpet. “Ah! See those four dents. I’m sure they’re from that chair you were sitting on earlier.”
“So, someone was sitting across Carrie, drinking wine with her?” I said.
“How else would you explain these four dents on the carpet and that stain on the table? Besides, who moves a perfectly positioned table at the side of a bed and puts them in front of a window just to drink alone? And–” he lifted the table up “–this table is heavy. It’s too much effort for a single person to drink wine.” He looked up at his hands made a disgusted face. “The underside of this table sure is dusty,” he said, dusting off his hands with his pants.
“Well, if she was drinking wine with this person, and I’m assuming it’s the killer, they must have known each other.”
“I’m sure the killer drugged Carrie. It’ll probably show up on her autopsy,” Adrian said. He retrieved his mobile from his pocket. “I sure hope Carrie’s Facebook profile isn’t private.”
“Wait, what?”
“If Carrie has Facebook and if she knew the killer, then there’s a chance they’re friends on it,” Adrian said. “So, I hope her profile isn’t private because I need to see who her friends are.”
“And catch the killer how? Even if her profile is open, how are you going to decide whom to suspect? What if she has a thousand friends? That’s a stupid idea.”
“Not if I know who the killer is,” Adrian said with a smile.
“So, what if she doesn’t have a profile – wait you know who it is?” I asked in disbelief.
“The chances of a girl like her who likes to travel the world given the tattoos in different languages on her body not having a Facebook profile to show off her pictures these days is pretty slim I’d say. And yes, have an idea who the killer might be. I just need proof. The killer’s connection to Carrie is one. Ah, found her profile!”
“But how’d you come up with an idea of the killer?”
“Oh, it’s so simple. You just need to observe.”
I watched as he tapped furiously on his mobile screen. A short moment later, he gave a cry of satisfaction. “Aha! Found you! Peter, call Cuthbert and the witnesses. This case is as good as closed.”869Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGLjfdYlwfp
