Tuesday 24th march 2015
26 years old girl found dead in her house in Rue Laffitte, I read The newspaper this morning and this title took my eyes on it, then I had a call:
– Allo, bonjour
– How’re you Nicolas
-Fine ma’am, we need you, ma’am because we have a new case
-I’m here for vacation and you ask me for work, oh how much time I told you not to call me ma’am ???
-That’s good never mind I’m still young for calling me, ma’am, I’ll come now, bye
After one hour.
I went to a house, a beautiful one, white painting, modern furniture, not much antiques or accessories, simple house, means who live in it is girl simple one, I walked to the salon I found dead body of a little young girl in her 20th the same girl I read about here in the newspaper.
I sit in front of her body, cold but no signs of any violent or residence. A voice behind me with french accent:
-You’re Anushka the detective, the famous young detective ever, right?
-Oui monsieur, that’s me..
-Nice to meet you
He kissed my hand like french gentlemen always do when seeing any women, I asked him:
-Can I ask you, Did you take her DNA and the tests??
– Yes, we did before you arrive by half an hour.
– Good can I see it when it comes
– Yes, you can of course
He smiled to me then went to talk to his assistant, Nicolas came toward me and said:
– Hi, Anu.
– Hi, Nicolas, What we see here?
– I think she committed a suicide….
– Mmmm, Don’t know actually, for me it seems murder but not an easy one, it’s complicated.
– Oh like, love..
I laughed and said:
– Yea like, love
I back to the body and hold her hands no signs for any violence or any kind of rape, then I took a look at her neck, there nothing here too, then I took a look at her lips I found it somehow wet.
I heard a sound I took a look and then the sheriff came to me and give me the tests of the body, I read it and like I though it wasn’t a suicide, it was a murder, but not violent one, it was peace and quiet one.
I began my search in the house, in every inch, then someone got in suddenly and scream loudly:
-Nattalie, mon amour (my love)
I went to him and asked him:
– Who’re you, sir?
– I’m Jackson her lover. we were in love
– Oh, mmm
He sit beside her and tried to touch her, but policemen took him away from her body. He asked me:
– please tell me how she died?
-I’ll find out and will punishment who did this to her, I promise you.
He looked at me and cried again.
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