“So who you think killed him?” John asked his partner Dylan.
“One Gunshot in the head. The gun is missing and his nephew and wife never heard or saw an intruder.”
Dylan touched the body with his plastic glove. It was stiff and cold; obviously this guy had no chance and didn’t see it coming. This Mr. Swanson was a rich man though. His home was like a castle (well it really was a castle) compared to the home Dylan lived in. He lived in a one room apartment; this guy lived in a gray castle. He had inherited from his great grandfather who was a Duke. The room they were in, the study, it was extremely furnished.
“Weird.” John drank his lukewarm coffee.
“Weird is right.” His glove was full of red liquid after he dipped it in the temple of the cadaver.
A woman in her mid-40s in a light blue robe stood by the door. She was horrified; her face was stained with tears.
“Mrs. Swanson, are you positive your never heard anything?” Dylan hounded her. She was a pretty dame but looked past her prime. Like an old singer who was once the beauty queen of the club.
She didn’t respond.
John walked over by her, “Mrs. Swanson this is a serious matter.”
‘I never heard anything.” She wiped her oval weathered face. She wasn’t ugly but she aged terribly when she hit age 45. But the only reason she was like that was she drank too much cocktails and smoked almost like a pack a day.
“Your husband was shot in the head in his den. He had a book in his hands.”
“Dylan,” John motioned him to stop. John was the one who made sure that Dylan never went too far and he was the good guy in the partnership. Dylan played the hard-nosed detective who wanted answers.
She left in a frenzy.
“I know.” Dylan rubbed his temples.
The nephew, Alec was in the other room that was the library. He was a seventeen year old youth with a soft face and a thin rail body. He wore a white and black suit which was unusual for seven o’clock in the morning. He didn’t seem like he was ever a early riser.
Dylan walked in, “You okay.” He tried to sound sincere.
“I don’t know.” He muttered.
“Alec you have to tell me did you see anything?”
“No. What if I’m next?” He placed his hands over his mouth.
That was likely but he thought someone wasn’t telling the truth here. Alec showed true fear and that made Dylan wonder even more. Was he afraid because he did it or was he afraid that there was a murderer on the streets?
“Tell me does your uncle have enemies?”
“He was just an accountant. He worked 9 to 5, he wasn’t unusual.”
Dylan shook his head and took that in consideration.
“The only thing that bothers me is my aunt was downstairs. My room is the only one upstairs.”
That little piece of information made the case a little more interesting. He put his thumb and index finger together. “I see Alec, how was your aunt and uncles relationship?”
“Not good, she’s an artist and he’s an accountant. He was boring though, and they fought about him not wanting to go out at night. So she would leave him alone and go out with some guy, I think she was having an affair. She liked the more exiting life I guess. “
Dylan walked away to the living room, and grabbed John by the side. “I figured out, she had a man on the side and got sick of her husband. Classic story.”
John shook his head no, “Wrong, she told me that her nephew got in a fight last night about money. The kid wanted over $1,000. He had a girl and they were leaving to Paris. His uncle disapproved of it. This girl was ten years of his senior.”
Now this case was getting out of hand. Each one had a different story and one of them was lying. He couldn’t decide which one sounded more unlikely. This case irritated him. Obviously money was the motive. Either Mrs. Swanson or Alec killed for money.
John talked after a few minutes of silence, “Dylan I think the kid did it.”
“The kid was upstairs; she lied about where her room was.”
“Did you ever think he set her up?”
John made a point there. Was this kid a mastermind? He sure didn’t look like one.
Mrs. Swanson came in the room, “I just want to know who killed my Ric.” She still had tears in her eyes.
“So do we that’s why were here.”
“I told your friend I think, her voice got low, Alec did it.”
“What makes you think he did it?” Dylan asked her.
Alec came in the room too and he heard her. “You’re blaming me? What your boyfriend? How much did you pay him to kill Uncle Ric?” He shouted at her.
“You.” She raised her hand like she wanted to slap him.
“Calm down, it makes sense both of you made up alibi’s and lie. You killed him, both of you. You both made a plan because you both wanted money and had lovers. Now since the police are here, one of you has to be the scapegoat.”
“I’ll be dammed, Dylan your like a modern day Sherlock Holmes.” John had a big grin.
Mrs. Swanson looked pissed off and she kept her green eyes low. Alec was pale and looked like he was going to show what he had for breakfast.
“Just admit it. I have two pair of handcuffs and remember you have the right for an attorney, so hope you have a good one.”
“What if I pay you, I’ll give you whatever you want.” The sweet Mrs. Swanson was now an evil viper with money.
“No price, come on Alec tell me that you help her kill your uncle.” He stared at the youth who was still pale as a ghost.
“Yeah. Your right, while he read at nine like he always did. I took the gun and shot him while my aunt here was going to kill him by strangling with her boyfriend Larry. The funny thing is we both were going to kill him that day. I just did it not her.”
“Well I guess I’m not Sherlock Holmes John. They didn’t help each other, they just had the same plan. Don’t worry Alec you’re not the only one in trouble. Attempted murder Mrs. Swanson. “
She took out a small handgun from her purse and pointed at all three of them, “Don’t move any of you, I’m leaving and if you try to stop me I swear to god I’ll kill you!”
“Put the gun down!” Dylan ordered her.
‘You, she stared wickedly at her nephew, you had to tell them didn’t you? You little bastard.” She pointed the gun at him.
“Why wouldn’t I, you wanted his money and I won’t let you.” He screamed at her.
She shot the poor kid in the chest, Dylan and John knocked her down but it had been too late. Alec was dead and she held the weapon like a madwoman.
John twisted her arm, “You’re under arrest.”
Dylan took a deep breath, they had their man well woman, and the poor kid was gone. “Your a sick woman, so was your nephew. He didn’t have to die but I guess God doesn’t have mercy for killers.” He moved Alec’s head and put his jacket over the bloody body.