Who did it? (Part 1)

Title: Who did it? (Part 1)

Authors: Haripriya and B

Authors Note: Hello everyone! I hope you're all having a great Sunday! This story is a little different because it is a collaboration between me and B! To be honest, this is the first time I have ever planned out a story with someone else. Usually, all my stories are things I've done by myself, so this was an amazing experience! We (kind of) planned the plot of the story, the character and character's names, and just the entire layout of it, so if you enjoyed this story, you should go check out B's 2nd part of the same story! Honestly, it was B's idea of the story, and all I did was just write her plan. So, yeah, other than that, I hope you all enjoy our story!! 

"Detective Charlotte, we've got a murder case in our hands. We don't know who it is, but we're asking you to come to the murder site." one of my officers reported.

I quickly rushed out of my bed, folded my comforters, changed into my office clothes, put the pajamas into the washing machine, quickly sipped some coffee, and ate some cereal. I dashed out of the house but make sure I locked it, and then onto my car. 

"Officer, I'll be there at 10 pm sharp. Just stay right there, and I'll come over." I quickly replied sternly.

"Yes Officer Charlotte, we'll wait," he replied.

 I heaved a big, tensed sigh, and called my best friend, Jackson. 

"Hey Jackson, something's not right," I told him.

"Umm...now's not the time Charlotte. I'm binge-watching all the Marvel movies." he gave a big excuse.

"Really? You're the one who said you wanted to be a big part in any of my investigations, now you're giving lies!"I questioned him.

"Fine, I'll be there," he replied.

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After I reached the murder site, I saw a dead body, lying there. Almost flinching, I took a closer look at it. I first kind of squint to find any traces of paper, notes, or...just anything to help me figure out who murdered this man. 

Right at that time, Jackson arrived too.

"Hey, hey, hey! I arrived right on time!" he went on.

At first, I nodded my head in annoyance, but decided to ask him, "By any chance, do you have any ways we can find out who did this?"

"Well, I first suggest we take a closer look at the dead body. That way we can figure out if we know the man or not," he replied.

I did as he told, and was stunned.

"It...it's the chef from that fast-food restaurant! Poor old man! He was a nice chap!" I exclaimed in horror.

"Oh, him. Good riddance! He's that guy who never gave me any discounts! He was so grumpy, and bad, and just such a grinch!" he argued.

I slowly look at him, terrified.

"Why are you—" he started to speak, but I just couldn't take it.

"It was you. You hated the good man! Look right now! You called him a grinch! I mean, how could you?" I argued.

"What?! How could you think it's me? Just because I never like the old fellow doesn't mean I'm a serial killer! Is this what all you detectives do? Just randomly accuse someone with absolutely no evidence, and no clues to any relationship about the real person who committed this?" he argued back.

I stared down, at the man, lying there. I first had nothing to say. He was right, but I just found my first suspect, unfortunately, his argument doesn't convince me. I'm pretty sure he knows something about this murder.

You see, the reason why I'm pretty sure he's the one who did this is that he hates the man a lot. When I say A LOT, I mean A LOT. Every conversation we ever had, he always used to bring the poor old man in it. Always talking terrible things about him, behind his back, just because he never accepts his late coupon! Plus, he has a habit of...well telling white lies. Most of the time, he lies to get out of trouble or doing any work. 

So, I do think that it is he who did this. But, as I normally do, I check for the man's wallet, or any notes, to confirm my suspicion.

"I'm leaving. I don't want to be here. You're just trying to frame me for something I never did Charlotte, and I thought better of you. You thought I would kill people. I thought...that you were my friend. But I guess, it's all over. You may still think I'm lying to you, and now I don't even care." he stormed off, very angrily.

He did look back, but instead of saying sorry, he murmured, (probably terrible things about me) and again walked off.

Not to lie, I did feel awful about myself. I didn't mean to accuse him, it's just that I had a strong feeling it was him. I've seen him many times, lying to a person in front of their faces, and the poor gullible people actually believing his lies. So I had just thought that it was kind of the same thing that happened here. Not that I want to purposely frame him for revenge, or things like that. 

"Hey, Jackson! Hey, come back! I...I'm sorry I...please, come back!!" I hollered, I even wailed my arms back and forth to get his attention, but he was too bad at me to even hear me.

Maybe I was a bit harsh on him, but still, the case has not been resolved yet. Who could the possible murderer ever be? I just have no possible suspect.

I look around the man to find any possible hints or clues about who might have it. He didn't even have a proper family, so it can't be any of them. I didn't know the man that well to know his enemies and friends. How was I ever going to solve this case?

~The End, for now....~