Murder or Not?
By
Rebecka Vigus
Copyright 2019
All Rights Reserved
Chapter 2
Sam muttered as she
created dossiers on the residents of Bakersfield Estate. Her auburn head
nodding at some things and shaking at others. Her green eyes fixed on the
screen as she learned all she could about Bakersfield Estate and its occupants.
This is what she lived
for, digging up the background and putting the puzzle pieces together.
Somewhere in what she was finding would be the key to whomever it was plotting
against them.
Who were the heirs? What
would the motive be? Love/hate? Money? Something totally different?
Her phone rang and she
answered it without looking to see who it was.
“Hey, Sam,” she heard her
father’s voice on the other end.
“What’s up, Chief?” she
asked.
“Fingerprints came back,”
he answered. “Your perp was wearing gloves. We got smudged prints showing the
wrinkle in the glove. Of course, yours were there.”
“Anything on the paper or
ink?”
“Ordinary printer paper,
you can buy from any office supply store,” he answered. “The ink, however came
from one of those gel pens. Black, nothing to make it stand out. Postmark was
here in town, so it’s most likely a local. No DNA on the envelope. It was one
of those press and seal envelopes.”
“Thanks, Dad,” she told
him. “Maybe it is just some joker. I’m going to keep digging into the residents
of Bakersfield Estate, maybe someone has a beef with them.”
“Sounds good,” the chief
answered. “You want this letter back or do you want me to hold onto it?”
“I’ll get it from you
later,” she replied. “Thanks again. Love you, Dad.” She hung up the phone.
She’d been printing out
everything she could on the Bakersfield Estate residents and their history.
Tonight, she’d start putting together the dossiers and see what she came up
with.
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