“The inspector could have waited for the forensic team!" shouted Andrew while we were on the way back to our apartment, and I was thinking of a nice title for his new, simple case.
A few hours ago there was a knock on the door and Andrew said as he updated his facebook profile “That would probably be the inspector."
I was having my breakfast and knew for a fact that he would not open the door; I did and the inspector stood before me.
“Good morning inspector," I said greeting him and he just smiled looking at me and said to Andrew “I think you must come with me."
Andrew looked at him for a moment and asked “Well, you look exhausted! The crime scene is nearby isn’t it?"
“Stop it and rush with me!” insisted the Inspector.
Andrew giggled and stood up. He tapped on the inspectors' shoulder before both of them moved to the crime scene.
“Wait! I am coming!" I shouted. A moment later I rushed behind them down the stairs.
We crossed the street and briskly walked past a few blocks. Finally, we reached a three storey building. Before the building was an ambulance and a few police cars.
As we ascended the stairs, Andrew asked “So, what happened?"
Inspector explained saying “The housemaid called us saying her employer killed his wife for cheating on him. For some reason, he tied her before he killed her. We took him into our custody and he is now claiming that he didn't kill her and the cherry on top of the case is that he is the one who hired you to solve his case."
“Intriguing! Husband killed his wife and asks Andrew to prove that he is innocent?" I repeated. Without another word, all three of us entered the room.
We looked at the dead woman in her nightgown on the couch shot in her stomach. The housemaid was giving her statement to the policemen and the house was a mess. The quarrel they had the previous night might have gone a bit too far and I presumed that the heat of the moment might have made the husband attack.
“Inspector, give me a minute with the body. Tell your people to leave and let the husband stay" said Andrew as he still examined the body.
“So Mr. can you tell us what happened again?" I asked him as I pulled my notepad out.
“I have already told the police and I am saying it again! Although I tried to kill her, I didn't kill her!" shouted the husband.
“So you wished to kill her but unfortunately it was not you?" I asked again.
He said “I was the one who shot..." but for a moment he stopped.
“That's it then you are guilty" I concluded.
“Sir! I beg you to listen to me. I knew she was cheating on me and I confirmed it yesterday after looking at her right-hand wrist with some marks on it. So I decided to talk to her and sort it out but she started quarrelling with me. She walked out of the bedroom with her bedsheets and I left her alone. Seeing the marks I presumed that she was being physical with a person with whom she has been cheating. Now, please don’t assume I didn’t ask her, because I did and she refused to accept it. What made me furious was that she even tried to hit me before she left the room. That night, I slept for a while and woke up after a bad dream about my wife. I could not control my anger and what provoked me the most was that my wife couldn't confront me but was willing to be hurt by another person. In the heat of the moment, I took my gun and shot her during midnight as far as I remember, as she was lying on the couch silently like a dead woman. However, you must note that though I was the one who shot her, it is not me who killed her as she was already dead when I shot her." he said trying to assure us.
“What is this? You mean somebody killed her before you shot? Have you been on drugs lately? Andrew, this man is out of his mind lets go!" I said in a vexed tone.
“Lewis give me your phone and please call the police inside. He is not guilty," stated Andrew taking a deep breath and started folding his handcuffs.
I called the police inside and Andrew returned my phone and stated “Well, the husband is innocent although he tried to kill her. He shot her exactly at her stomach so that means if she was alive, she would have cried in pain and the marks which you see on her hand are not the marks that form after being tied. Actually, those are the marks of Ricin, a poison made out of castor leftovers and it seems like the murderer tied her with a cloth which was affected with Ricin. If you look at her, it seems like she went there to have sex with him. The lipstick, the makeup on her face, and the strong perfume are all the signs that she went to a person whom she liked the most; but his intentions were different. One important thing to be remembered here is that ricin is a slow poison and its reaction takes place after a few hours of injecting it. Probably a day, but it looks like the dosage was high enough, so it reacted quickly than expected. So inspector, go and catch the person with whom she was before she returned home and most probably the husband might be knowing who that is and I would suggest you be fast.”
Andrew turned to the husband and said “Please drop the cheque in my mailbox by tomorrow."
As we walked back the inspector asked “So what is the name of the person?” and the husband replied, “Who said it was a he?”
By the way, before I tell you what happens any further, let me tell you my name. I am Lewis and from now on I will be your narrator.