Sorry trib, I never noticed the thread. It has been quite a while, so I think it is safe to post it. Here it is:
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CLUE 1: (from the murderers perspective)
We all have to do things we don't like, sometimes. I do mine lovingly. Like an artist. It's funny though, I considered her a masterpiece. I knew her though, better than her family, friends from high school, or lovers. They probably couldn't describe the way she walked, or how her collarbone curved, and these things are infinitely more important than where she went to college.
I am an artist. I sculpt my work after beautiful things.CLUE 2: (cops perspective)
6 PM in the evening, with blue and red sirens wailing towards the murder scene. We knew we were going to have to deal with more paperwork. Another long night. But these things happen. I knew that the day my first day on the force. After 20 years though, you learn to separate yourself.
"Mmm," my wife would nod, when I told her over dinner later. "What a shame. Such a young girl."
That's how it is, and that's how people are. We're just as guilty though, discussing a dead girl over dinner and not feeling queasy as we take a second serving of steak.
But that isn't how it panned out. That night I never actually went home, like I said, paperwork. I have to admit, for the first time in years, I was a bit creeped out. There was no blood, fine. The nutjob who did it was just careful. But the creepy part was how she was lying there. Every strand of yellow hair in its place, her feet and hands positioned comfortably, draped in pristine white sheets. The cleanliness of it all disturbed me most.
CLUE 3: (boyfriend of the victims perspective)
I miss my girlfriend. Going to sleep is impossible now. You know they found her in our bed? The sicko actually put her in our bed. I've been staying with my mom, I don't know what else to do. This one officer, Officer Riley, well he told me that it looked pre-meditated. What if the guy is coming after me next? What if it's someone I know? What if they don't catch the guy? Landlord tells me if I move out nobody is going to rent the place for months. Apartment 74 is cursed.
Everyone I see though is a suspect. There is this creepy old guy down the hall, Donny or something, well I can't stand the guy. He paces at all hours of the night when everyones asleep, and I can hear the creaking. That's been keeping me awake too, the godawful creaking. It never used to bother me, but now it is like a drill to the head everytime he moves.
He always looked at my girlfriend weird. If you ask me, they shouldn't be questioning normal people, because its someone like him that did it.CLUE 4: (officers perspective)
The boyfriends a nervous guy. He came home that night, while we were searching the apartment. He demanded to know what we were doing, like any reasonable man would want to know. When we told him he broke down and cried, like any reasonable man would. But in his normal state of mind, he's like a nervous bunny. Too much black coffee, maybe. They had a nice place; modest and comfortable. The girl liked the color violet a lot. Good family and a lot of friends. Popular couple. Mostly because of the girl, though. Bunny's too chaotic.
I like him though. He's easy to deal with, even with the anxious air, not like the neighbor who called in the murder. I heard a thump, she said, pointing dramatically to the girls apartment. She was one of those neighbors that enjoyed this sort of thing.
"Mmm," she would say over dinner with her husband. "What a shame. Such a nice girl."
I could picture her telling her friends excitedly what happened, stretching the story a bit more each time. "Yes," she would whisper devilishly. "The poor dear was torn to bits."CLUE 5: (neighbors perspective)
The cops came rushing in like on TV, it was amazing! But don't tell anyone that, I'd hate to sound like I was glad it happened. But it's such a thrill! Sometimes I think I should have been a cop! She was a lovely girl though, always bringing me my mail and talking with me between this, that and everything else that had to be done. Busy kids. My husband is a bore, but don't tell anyone that either. Our kids are grown with families of their own, and dear Herbert is retired. But that doesn't mean our lives have to be! So yes, I admit that I find excitement in this sort of thing, only because I think I am a great detective. If the cops in this town had any merit, they'd ask for my opinion!
"Mrs. Foster," the handsome O'Riley would say, "we don't know who killed the pretty young girl."
I knew they would need my help. "I have a sense about these things," I would respond.
Lowering his voice he would whisper, "Yes, we know. That's why we need your help." My help? I am very flattered, Officer.
"Yes," I would say confidently. "I know who did it." Oh Herbert, who knew you had it in you.
CLUE 6: (officers perspective)
"Listen lady, we can't field your calls about this thing all day. Our officers are working on it." That old bag Mrs. Foster that always wears the ratty green dress won't stop calling us with a new suspect everyday. Yes, Mrs. Foster, we get it, you watch too much Law and Order. The Queen of Gossip telling us how to do our jobs, I'm not surprised.
But, I will admit we are running out of leads. Our first one was naturally the girls family. Nice bunch, but deadends. Not that I'd want it to be her direct family, but this old mans getting a little tired pounding the pavement all day. Too young for retirement, too old to keep seeing people kill each other. Bunny is an interesting fellow but we have nothing on him. He can't sleep anymore. Shame.
We're going to be looking into the guy down the hall more. It's a stretch, but he makes everyone feel a little on edge.CLUE 7: (Donny's perspective)
You want to know who I think killed the broad? If you ask me, it's the establishment. What I mean is, the city cops are a bit rough around the edges. Nothing is as it seems, everythings in limbo, kind of getting mixed up in this gray area. So look at the details, gather your own thoughts. You know, people call me crazy, but I'm not. I see things that go on, I know a lot more than anyone here. You got to look.
It ain't the boyfriend, have you seen that guy? Then there is her family. They loved their little girl, a family like that don't want their little girl to be hurt. Mrs. Foster is pretty crazy, last I heard she thinks her husband did it. What woman stays with a murderin' husband, I don't know. Heard the girls body was clean except some incisions, like a pro did it. Most people don't know this, but I'm a med school dropout. If they asked me too, I'd take a look. Tell 'em whether it was an amateur or not.
But listen, I got something that nobody else knows, because I'm the only one who is roamin' the halls all night. I can't tell the cops because things happen when you rat out on their buddies. Maybe you can help me out. Listen carefully, the cop knew the girl. They knew each other before he started workin' on her case. Boyfriend works graveyard shift right? Hardworking guy. The murdered girl all alone in her apartment, waiting for her tough cop hero to come and visit her. But only on thursdays, only on thursdays at 3 AM. I don't know why, so don't ask me. Ain't my job to know.CLUE 8: (officers perspective)
Dead leads, not sure where to go from here. Toughest case I have had in all my years on the force. It makes me red with anger just thinking about it. I feel so out of control. Nobody should die like that. He did a good job, I'll give him that. It makes me sick saying it, but sometimes these things happen. I learned that years ago.
I'm getting a little desperate though.
