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Authors: Thomas Fincham
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get back into the groove.
It was wrong to jump into another case, he told himself. It was not good for his mental health. He needed to ease himself into it one baby step at a time.
He clapped his hands together. The noise reverberated throughout the washroom.
He was excited. He had a plan, and it was a brilliant plan if you asked him.
He would go down to his car, take a sip or two to control his nerves and he would return and close the file before the day was over. He had never closed a file in less than a day before, but he was certain he could do so now. All he needed was a boost from the stash in his car and he would have the energy to complete his goal.
He left the washroom.
He was heading for the elevator when he saw a man and a woman standing by the main entrance. They were talking to an officer. The officer pointed in his direction.
Nolan froze.
The couple approached him.
“Detective Nolan,” the female said. “I’m Jessica Freeland and this is my friend, Hyder Ali.”
“Ok, yes, hi,” Nolan said.
“I know you are working on my dad’s case,” Jessica said. “And we were hoping to talk to you about it.”
“Now?” Nolan said. God I need a drink , he thought.
“Yes, please.”
“I’m actually very busy,” Nolan lied. His found his vision was blurring. Under the dark shades, which he still refused to take off, he was glad they couldn’t tell he was seeing double.
“We won’t take long,” Jessica replied. “Please, I’ve been trying to speak to you ever since my father was found dead.”
Nolan had a feeling they wouldn’t leave until they had spoken to him.
He finally nodded. “Okay, sure. Please come with me.”
He escorted them to an interview room.
He gave them a feeble smile. “Have a seat and let me get the file,” he said.
He shut the door behind him and took a deep breath.
He rushed back to the washroom, turned on the taps, and splashed cold water over his face. With the shades no longer hiding his eyes, he saw that they looked glossy and distant.
He rubbed water on his eyeballs and covered them with the shades.
He grabbed the file and returned to the room.
“Sorry about that,” he said, taking a seat. He placed the file before him. “First, let me extend my deepest condolences about the loss of your loved one.” Nolan had spoken to the next of kin of so many victims that he was now well versed in the phrase. This was never done insincerely. He meant every word of it, and he wanted to do everything to provide some form of closure to them.
“Thank you,” Jessica said. She and Hyder sat opposite Nolan.
“So, what would you like to tell me about your father?” Nolan said.
“We feel that he was murdered,” Jessica replied.
Nolan paused. “You believe this or you know this for a fact?”
Jessica looked over at Hyder. “We believe it and we know it.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay, I’m listening.”
Both Hyder and Jessica proceeded to lay out what they knew so far. They mentioned Freeland’s behavior days before his death. They mentioned the missing diary, the bottle of anti-depressants and why Freeland never took such medication. They finished by telling Nolan that someone was following Jessica.
Nolan listened attentively. At times his mind wandered off but he willed himself to focus. He finally said, “I know how difficult this must have been for you, to lose your father in such a way, but nothing you have told me proves that he was murdered.”
“He was!” Jessica said, raising her voice.
“Okay, what was the motive for his death?” Nolan asked.
“We don’t know,” Hyder replied.
“What about the murder weapon?” Nolan leaned forward. “There was none, I’m afraid. If there was a knife then we would have something to work with, blood stains, maybe. What about a gun? If there were shots fired, then we could use ballistics to match them to the weapon.
It was wrong to jump into another case, he told himself. It was not good for his mental health. He needed to ease himself into it one baby step at a time.
He clapped his hands together. The noise reverberated throughout the washroom.
He was excited. He had a plan, and it was a brilliant plan if you asked him.
He would go down to his car, take a sip or two to control his nerves and he would return and close the file before the day was over. He had never closed a file in less than a day before, but he was certain he could do so now. All he needed was a boost from the stash in his car and he would have the energy to complete his goal.
He left the washroom.
He was heading for the elevator when he saw a man and a woman standing by the main entrance. They were talking to an officer. The officer pointed in his direction.
Nolan froze.
The couple approached him.
“Detective Nolan,” the female said. “I’m Jessica Freeland and this is my friend, Hyder Ali.”
“Ok, yes, hi,” Nolan said.
“I know you are working on my dad’s case,” Jessica said. “And we were hoping to talk to you about it.”
“Now?” Nolan said. God I need a drink , he thought.
“Yes, please.”
“I’m actually very busy,” Nolan lied. His found his vision was blurring. Under the dark shades, which he still refused to take off, he was glad they couldn’t tell he was seeing double.
“We won’t take long,” Jessica replied. “Please, I’ve been trying to speak to you ever since my father was found dead.”
Nolan had a feeling they wouldn’t leave until they had spoken to him.
He finally nodded. “Okay, sure. Please come with me.”
He escorted them to an interview room.
He gave them a feeble smile. “Have a seat and let me get the file,” he said.
He shut the door behind him and took a deep breath.
He rushed back to the washroom, turned on the taps, and splashed cold water over his face. With the shades no longer hiding his eyes, he saw that they looked glossy and distant.
He rubbed water on his eyeballs and covered them with the shades.
He grabbed the file and returned to the room.
“Sorry about that,” he said, taking a seat. He placed the file before him. “First, let me extend my deepest condolences about the loss of your loved one.” Nolan had spoken to the next of kin of so many victims that he was now well versed in the phrase. This was never done insincerely. He meant every word of it, and he wanted to do everything to provide some form of closure to them.
“Thank you,” Jessica said. She and Hyder sat opposite Nolan.
“So, what would you like to tell me about your father?” Nolan said.
“We feel that he was murdered,” Jessica replied.
Nolan paused. “You believe this or you know this for a fact?”
Jessica looked over at Hyder. “We believe it and we know it.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay, I’m listening.”
Both Hyder and Jessica proceeded to lay out what they knew so far. They mentioned Freeland’s behavior days before his death. They mentioned the missing diary, the bottle of anti-depressants and why Freeland never took such medication. They finished by telling Nolan that someone was following Jessica.
Nolan listened attentively. At times his mind wandered off but he willed himself to focus. He finally said, “I know how difficult this must have been for you, to lose your father in such a way, but nothing you have told me proves that he was murdered.”
“He was!” Jessica said, raising her voice.
“Okay, what was the motive for his death?” Nolan asked.
“We don’t know,” Hyder replied.
“What about the murder weapon?” Nolan leaned forward. “There was none, I’m afraid. If there was a knife then we would have something to work with, blood stains, maybe. What about a gun? If there were shots fired, then we could use ballistics to match them to the weapon.
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