章 18: 018
Another lifeless body laid face up on the the pine floors of the luxurious crime scene, at the mercy of the eager and misguided CSI members.
A forensics scientist was able to trace a faint set of prints from a hiking boot on the stairs leading up to Leon's bedroom. At first, the CSL dismissed Millie's idea of expanding the crime scene area due to the obvious traces of a suicide.
But after another close survey, the knife's butt peaked out from underneath the right edge of the bed where it laid hidden.
And once the murder weapon was found, the only thing left to uncover was the murder victim himself.
The body of the victim was stashed away inside the closet of the child, the repugnant scent of blood masked by the refreshing scent of tangerine air freshener.
"With all the evidence we've found, it's fair to say that no ordinary suicide happened here. This really is a homicide." The on site forensics scientist alerted the CSL.
"Yes! Second chance!." Millie cried out in victory, a radiant smile plastered on her oval face. It was seconds later after, realisation dawned on her and she noticed the tempo of the room drop to an all time low. That was when she got the hint and lowered the volume of her celebration.
"I want all fingerprints taken, we need to ID this man immediately, then widen the search area to try fetch any sort of evidence we missed out."
Everyone on the team quick started at the command, reassembling their equipment ready to start the investigation from scratch.
"Game on." Millie mouthed to her twin who looked like he had been soaked in vinegar.
*********
The CSL led the detective away from the crime scene towards the front yard of the house, where the employees and their son were held by the police.
"This case really is more than what's on the surface." Bardrick let out, both his hands in his side pockets, underneath his long brown leather jacket.
"I can't have you disrupting the reevaluation process if you don't mind. My team and I are pissed off about having to cover the perimeters from scratch."
The CSL folded his arms across his chest, his manly fingers massaging his tensed up face.
"We called in a suicide too early, should've waited for a full autopsy first." He admitted under his breath.
"Or you neglected the opinions of one of your brightest minds." Bardrick said, singing the praises of Millie.
"You know what? Maybe that maid wasn't so innocent and had that man stabbed. His dead body might just be her motive for taking her own life, it could be an act of guilt. And the murder was an act of passion." Said the arrogant crime scene leader.
"Maybe, but I hear that it's wrong to slander the name of the dead, their ghost could haunt you." The detective teased, slapping the left hand of the CSL.
"I'll go interrogate the employers and find out if they have CCTV cameras." Bardrick announced, walking away from the conversation.
He trained his vision on the kid, Leon who stuck out like a sore thumb. The kid had an ominous stare, and an eerie vibe seemed to hover over him.
The CSL briskly walked back into the house, swaying his hips in dismay every which way. Hinting at one clear deduction.
He. Was. Pissed.
He Strutted past Millie who was in a squat position, taking detailed photos of the murder weapon. Her brain was wracking up different scenarios at what had happened the previous nights.
"Who could have done this to you buddy?." Mille rhetorically asked, before clicking her camera releasing another blinding flash.
********
Karla's lower lip was dampened by her soft bright red wet tongue, her eyes followed the sexy thighs of the most wanted man in the city, the whole country at best. And he sat legs apart in front of her, a lustful vibe overwhelming her mind.
Her hands moved against her will, too eager to touch the tempting man that unknowingly seduced her.
Fortunately for her self respect and dignity, Mr Grey graciously crossed his legs giving off an even sexier vibe. Karla's pounding heart found a moment of serenity, she placed her hand over her mouth, stopping herself from drooling over the man behind the desk.
"Is that all?." Mr Grey asked, opening the progress report file, mindlessly flipping through it. His vision zeroed on the scattered pens all over his desk, causing him to raise a brow.
"Yes." Yuri swiftly replied, his smile stretched fully across his face.
"The door is behind you." Was Mr Grey's neat response, his unaffectionate eyes sending literal chills down his spine.
"What time do you want me to reschedule this meeting?." Yuri queried, pushing up his fake medicated glasses, which he purchased on his way home yesterday.
"How about...never." There was certainly no trace of humour in Mr Grey's tone of voice. Everything about what he said sounded serious, and very unreceptive.
"Oh...of course." Yuri immediately replied, ass kissing the boss, reducing whatever worth he had left in him.
"I take it that my incompetent assistant has caused some sort of... disparity between us. That Karla is..."
From where she sat, Karla perceived how tensed up her boss suddenly got at the belittling of the so called incompetent assistant.
"Do you need me to show you the door myself?!." Mr Grey roared from where he sat, his clenched fist clashing against the desk hard. His midnight blue eyes flashed a hint of purple for a split second.
Yuri stood in his spot, astounded by the sudden outburst from the cold shouldered man, the domineering aura he exuded was enough to make Yuri want to piss his pants.
"My apologies." He swiftly inserted, making a one eighty to retreat to his office, where he could exert his own authority.
"Make sure you contact my personal assistant before ever stepping foot inside my office." The boss declared, Yuri nodded in affirmation, then let himself out of the room, practically retreating in defeat.
{Am screwed? And am just the incompetent assistant of the ass kissing head of management.} Karla deadpanned, screwing herself in her fantasies over and over again.
Once the distinct sound of the door shut was heard, Karla's fear increased by a hundred. Just knowing that any wrong move she made could backfire against her, was enough to frighten her.
Mr Grey suddenly alighted from his sitting position, Karla's ears listened carefully to his swift but heavy steps.
{Just leave right now, and I'll be able to escape and pretend this misunderstanding never happened.}
The scene was already planned out in her head, but all she needed was for the sexy beast to walk out the door.
*Slam*
Her ears stood at the sound of the door closing, her heart skipped a beat in an instant. She counted to sixty in her head about five times, packing her scattered hair into a ponytail.
Her head was the first thing to peak out of the desk, her eyes scanned the room for the cold man whore or Yuri.
"Cost is clear." She said in relief, falling back on the chair, the sound of the pens falling was quickly drowned by the deep masculine voice of none other than Mr Grey.
"I see that my office is to your liking." Said Mr Grey emerging from a corner of the office, where the printer was stashed.
"Oh shit." Karla crooned in a high toned pitch.
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