proving George's investigatory prowess

The atmosphere was calm and cloudy as if the sky is about to pour out rain in abundance. The street of Rivers Thames smells of crime and order.

On the left-hand side, lies a gigantic building, and in a confined large room, were bunches of people who had been tried and found guilty.

It smells of order because policemen and warders constantly move around; to ensure that peace is being maintained.

Nasha alighted from the cab and started walking towards the station. she walked to the office where the inscription reads "Office B13. George Powers, Senior Investigatory Officer."

She pressed the entrance switch and it opened then she entered to behold a brusque man with a frown face. He has a strict personality such that one would assume that he had been an Officer from birth. He's quite chubby and extremely handsome. His eyes are calm and sexy; covered with green Iris.

Nasha became startled by his charming poise regardless of the state of his face and wondered how such a fine man could be that cold.

She stood still in the office for a minute before the investigator who was busy scanning some documents on his laptop called her attention.

"Miss Nasha Atlas, please, may you have a seat". he said.

"Thank you very much, Nasha said lackadaisically as her heart throbbed and she was very nervous; not knowing the kind of question to expect from the investigator.

Then she dragged her feet to the desk chair, placed right opposite the investigator, and tensely put down her ass on the chair.

"Care for a coffee, Miss?"

"Not at all she said snappily"

" Ok, we've got to proceed. I hope you don't mind if I ask a few questions. "

" No please. I'm here for it". Her heart thumps but her facial expressions portray confidence, such that the investigator who had already scrupulously read her thoughts could not find out if she is the actual murderer.

Nevertheless, he had to proceed with the questioning.

"Miss Nasha Atlas, may I please know your relationship with the deceased?" He asked as he steadily fixed his eyes on her.

"I... I... I do not have any relationship with him asides from being a mere neighbor". she stuttered.

He nodded and scribbled something on the white sheet of paper, then proceeded to throw another question to her.

"So, tell me what you do for a living?"

"I'm a Masters student of the University of Cambridge, so, I'll say that my occupation is "Student".

"Ok. That's good. Three more questions before you go, were you and the deceased on good terms? When last do you see the deceased? and were where you at the time of the murder?

"Hoo. These have to be a whole lot of questions, Officer. But let me start by saying that Vincent and I weren't on good terms when he was alive, because he was a heckler; and he leaves the hallway untidy and disturbs our serene apartment with loud music. And just a night before he was murdered, he tried to assault me sexually".

The investigator's ear became wide open as he heard the word "Sexually assault", he quickly concluded that Nasha could not be innocent anyways because a semi-victimized person could do anything to get rid of one who tries to assault her.

George gently removed his G****e lens and threw a dead look at Nasha. She felt the heat of his eyes and became nervous again, then requested if she could be excused since he was done with his questions.

"May I be excused, Mr. George?"

"ok. ok. you can but remember that you are still a suspect and expect a second invitation from us. Have a nice day".

" Have a nice day too."

Immediately she left the office, George dialed Vincent’s parents' family number and started telling them the outcome of the day’s investigations.

“Hello. Am I unto the Bernards'?

“Yes, please. This is Mr. Bernard, and my wife is standing right beside me. Please, any news about the suspect? Did she admit to killing my son?

“Please be calm, Mr Bernard. I just finished questioning the suspect. I have asked her a lot of questions but her replies look quite honest. Nevertheless, I’ll still undergo thorough investigation cos justice must prevail”

The voice of the receiver sounded sobbingly such that one could feel the pain in his voice.

“Please… Officer, make the suspect say the truth by all means. Vincent shouldn’t die like this! My only son… please, please, our faith is in you”

Before George could open his mouth to say something, the receiver hung up the call and he stood still for a few minutes, feeling remorseful as if it was his fault that Vincent died.

However, he promised himself that he must get to the root of it even though he knew that it would take long for justice to prevail but as a senior investigator, he will certainly do what he knows how to do best.

In the next minute, he sat down quietly and after some thought, he hastily shut down his laptop and proceeded to visit the hospital morgue where Vincent’s body was kept.

He arrived at the morgue only to find out that the pathologist hasn’t commenced the autopsy then he queried why it was taking him years before he could start.

“Dr. Martins, I hope you know that this very case is a special case. Why is it taking you years to carry out a mere autopsy?

“Investigator George, I sent a mail to you yesterday; informing you about the need for you and the lawyer to be around before we could proceed.”

“oh really, I didn’t see that. Let me quickly call the lawyer so that we can start as soon as possible cos I need to know if the glaring evidence is true: If Vincent was being murdered by someone or it was just a mere accident.”

“Alright, please, do. Doctor Martin snapped.

George quickly dialed Barrister Hastings' number, and he picked up the call, he informed him to come to St. Bath's hospital immediately.

“Hello, Barrister Hastings. I hope you know who you’re speaking with.

Barrister Hastings: “Yes. I know please, kindly go on.”

“Ok. Please, your attention is needed at St Bath’s hospital now cos the pathologist wants to commence the autopsy of your client.”

“Alright, officer. I’ll be there in the next ten minutes”.

“Ok”. Then he hung up as he turned to the pathologist. “He will be here in the next ten minutes. Kindly get yourself prepared immediately”.

The pathologist nodded with a ready face as he hastily entered the laboratory to get his instruments ready. While George proceeded to take a glass of coffee from one of the visitor’s coffee flasks.

And a few minutes later, Barrister Hastings arrived at the hospital and the pathologist commenced the autopsy immediately.

But before he commenced, he requested for a photographer to take the photo of the deceased.

Then Mr George and Barrister Hastings agreed to it, as it will serve as evidence that the deceased has the same looks that he was, before the commencement of the autopsy.

Then after taking the shots by the morgue’s photographer, Dr Martin explained to the officer and Barrister that it will take a whole lot of procedures.

“Excuse me, Mr. George and Hastings, this autopsy will take a long hours or even gets to the next day than expected and I don’t know if you would be patient enough for me and my colleagues to carry out this autopsy meticulously.

“But why should it take longer hours, Dr?” George queried.

“You see, Sharp force injury forensic autopsy usually follows these procedures: carrying out a bunch of laboratory tests that include x-ray, blood test, body fluid and organ culture, and brain and tissue samples analysis. So, before we could arrive at the final results, the time of the day would have run out”.

“Alright, Doctor Martin. I think we should leave you to do what you know how to do best. But remember, though we may not be here all day, our eyes are on you. Please, uphold your integrity. All the best, Dr. I’ll take my leave now. While Barrister Hastings will stay a little while.”

Doctor Martin nodded as he promised to produce sincere results.

When George left the office, he stopped by Dian's street to say hello to Fredrickson.

The doorbell rang twice, and a sweet boy; not so little boy ran to unbolt the door. And on beholding George, he enclasped him and said,

“Hey uncle, I have missed you a lot. You no longer stop by to check on your boy huh?”

“Common dude, you know that uncle loves you a lot but work is taking a ton from me. But relax, uncle will surely make out time for his boy. Besides, where is your dad?”

“Dad is resting in his bathroom”. Boy snapped.

“Please, go inform him that I’m here.”

Boy hurriedly ran to the bathroom to call on his dad and within a minute, they both came out to meet with George who was already seated at the parlour.

“Is that the best investigator in England!” Fredrickson stylishly eulogies George.

“Don’t flatter me, please. How are you doing, friend? I didn’t see you in the office today, what happened?” he replied.

“Oh, friend, I sent a mail earlier but I guess you didn’t have time to go through it. Well, I was a bit sick earlier but I’m kinda getting better. So, what’s up about the murder case? Has the suspect admitted to committing the crime?”

But as soon as George wants to give replies to the questions, a call from the deceased parents came into his phone; informing him to come to their house immediately.

“I’m sorry, friend. Vincent’s parents request my presence in their house. I promise to stop by as soon as I’m done and again, I’ll do well to also tell you about the outcomes of the investigations so far”

Then he dashed off to the deceased house.