"What time is it?" The Lt. asked while the ME looked at the body.
"Six o'clock, why?"
"It's Friday night."
Realization dawned on me. "Eugh, #curry night."
"Don't knock it till you've tried it, detective. Why don't you join us? The wife keeps asking me to invite you."
The Lieutenant's house was nice. There were the usual family pictures & landscapes but a statue caught my eye. It was made of a green crystal.
"It's #serpentine," the lieutenant's wife told me.
"It doesn't look like a snake."
"No, that's what it's made of," she smiled.
We sat down at the dining room table to eat and I was initially skeptical, but the chicken curry was nice and not too spicy.
They were a couple in love. I saw that each one had framed their wedding #vow & hung it on the wall, a reminder of what they promised each other.
"Whass inis curry?" The Lt. asked, slurring his words and getting less #lucid by the second.
"Are you ok, sir?" I asked, reaching for him as he toppled onto the floor.
"Oh dear, wrong bowl," his wife muttered and pulled out a knife. "Guess we'll do this another way."
I jumped up, ran from the #pastel-colored dining room toward the front door. I had my hand on the doorknob when the knife impacted the doorframe beside me. I turned around to see her aiming another one, yanked the door open, thankful it wasn't locked, and ran for my car.
I was opening the car when a bullet shattered the window beside me.
"Why can't you just die?" She yelled and kept shooting.
I pulled out my gun and shot back but she ducked out of sight. "Mrs. Grand, what are you doing?"
"I'll #wring your neck if I have to. Just die!"
The shooting stopped and I returned to the house. She was rooting through a drawer and I thought I saw the #sliver of a knife.
I called out, "Freeze!"
She turned around with malice in her eyes, yelled out, "Numquam Mulieri Opus!" before she killed herself with a razor.
I called the Captain, told him what happened, then just sat in my car and cried. Lieutenant Josiah Grand was #suave, though not entirely sophisticated, and he was my mentor.
He would be missed by us all.
His killer may be dead but I needed to know why I was the target.
While the CSIs were going through Lieutenant Grand's house with a fine tooth comb, the Captain came and pulled me aside.
"I have to pull you off the case until Internal Affairs clears you. It's pro forma. A #virtual certainty you'll be back in a day. Go home and rest."
I sat at home and cried again. I had a #profound sense of loss when I thought of Josiah Grand. He was another victim in this bizarre investigation that had so many twists and turns, I didn't even know where to start.
I was going to have to interrogate Mrs. Marcus again.
"Six o'clock, why?"
"It's Friday night."
Realization dawned on me. "Eugh, #curry night."
"Don't knock it till you've tried it, detective. Why don't you join us? The wife keeps asking me to invite you."
***
The Lieutenant's house was nice. There were the usual family pictures & landscapes but a statue caught my eye. It was made of a green crystal.
"It's #serpentine," the lieutenant's wife told me.
"It doesn't look like a snake."
"No, that's what it's made of," she smiled.
***
We sat down at the dining room table to eat and I was initially skeptical, but the chicken curry was nice and not too spicy.
They were a couple in love. I saw that each one had framed their wedding #vow & hung it on the wall, a reminder of what they promised each other.
***
"Whass inis curry?" The Lt. asked, slurring his words and getting less #lucid by the second.
"Are you ok, sir?" I asked, reaching for him as he toppled onto the floor.
"Oh dear, wrong bowl," his wife muttered and pulled out a knife. "Guess we'll do this another way."
***
I jumped up, ran from the #pastel-colored dining room toward the front door. I had my hand on the doorknob when the knife impacted the doorframe beside me. I turned around to see her aiming another one, yanked the door open, thankful it wasn't locked, and ran for my car.
***
I was opening the car when a bullet shattered the window beside me.
"Why can't you just die?" She yelled and kept shooting.
I pulled out my gun and shot back but she ducked out of sight. "Mrs. Grand, what are you doing?"
"I'll #wring your neck if I have to. Just die!"
***
The shooting stopped and I returned to the house. She was rooting through a drawer and I thought I saw the #sliver of a knife.
I called out, "Freeze!"
She turned around with malice in her eyes, yelled out, "Numquam Mulieri Opus!" before she killed herself with a razor.
***
I called the Captain, told him what happened, then just sat in my car and cried. Lieutenant Josiah Grand was #suave, though not entirely sophisticated, and he was my mentor.
He would be missed by us all.
His killer may be dead but I needed to know why I was the target.
***
While the CSIs were going through Lieutenant Grand's house with a fine tooth comb, the Captain came and pulled me aside.
"I have to pull you off the case until Internal Affairs clears you. It's pro forma. A #virtual certainty you'll be back in a day. Go home and rest."
***
I sat at home and cried again. I had a #profound sense of loss when I thought of Josiah Grand. He was another victim in this bizarre investigation that had so many twists and turns, I didn't even know where to start.
I was going to have to interrogate Mrs. Marcus again.
***
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