Meeting The Robins

The car pulled up to the driveway, and in front of them was a house that looked a little shabby. And there was a farm with some cows, and a man was seen milking them. Jack pulled up to the door and was about to knock when he heard a shotgun load behind him.

"Oy! Anything I can help ya with?", he asked in a thick country accent. Jack and Steven pulled out their IDs, and the man took a look at them. He kept his aim steady and raised his eyebrow.

"The cops eh? Ain't no cops be coming 'round big 'ol Fernie", he said as he aimed it right at their heads. The man had a thick beard, and his build was quite massive. A cigarette was dangling on his lips as he spoke, and he was puffing smoke in between as he spoke.

Jack and Steven had their hands at their heads, and they were thinking about how to reason it out. Jack began to speak with him and tried to reason it out.

"Sir, the reason we are here is to tell you that your father has been murdered. He was killed about twenty-four hours ago, and the killer is still on the loose. We suspect you might have some clues as to the reason he was killed", he reasoned.

The man's eyes turned teary as he heard that his father was killed. His eyes turned red, and he looked at the both of them, the intent to kill oozing off his body heavily.

"Ain't no one, and I tell ya, no one, tells me my Pops dead. You 'ear me? I will fuckin kill you", he said and was about to pull the trigger, when the door from behind them opened and a beautiful lady walked out of it.

"Hey, put it down. You don't treat the guests that come here like that, do ya?", she reprimanded him. The man seemed to have calmed down the moment he saw the lady, and he put the gun down. The woman stood next to him and gave him a peck on his cheek, and looked at the two of them.

"I see you must have traveled a long way from home. Come on in? Would you like to have some tea?", she asked as she smiled at the both of them, and tucked her hand neatly with her husband.

The man looked at them, and he had a stern look in his eye. He was waving his hand in the air as he began to talk with them.

"So, Pops has gone, eh? Big 'ol me was thinking about visiting, ya know? And cops show up on Fernie, telling me Pops is dead. Dead, I say! Pops ain't that easy ta kill, ya know? He was a tough cookie", he paused as the three of them sat in the lounge and the tea was served.

Jack was noting down everything mentally, as he was taking a look at the place which he thought was shabby. The exterior was the only part that was shabby, while the interior was furnished and looked recently polished.

The three of them sipped on the tea, and Jack marveled at the skills of the lady. The tea was remarkable, and he was taken aback that such a quality of tea was available in the sticks. The woman sat down right next to the man, and he continued.

"He taught me everything. Without Pops, I am darn sure that I would have been single now. Instead, I have a lovely family. How, did Pops die?", he asked. Jack took a deep breath before he dived into the details of how he was killed.

"He was killed in a fire accident, which was deliberately made and tampered with. His body is in the morgue, back in the city. After some procedures, you will be able to take him back", he said.

The man began to sob heavily, and the woman just sat there as she placed her hand on his shoulders and patted him, finding no words to console him with. She looked at the two of them and smiled, and Jack understood what they needed.

They both got up and left the lounge, searching for the little girl that was supposed to be there. Steven looked around and found nothing, and decided to go take a look outside, whilst Jack stayed inside and looked around the place.

The kitchen was filled with utensils that were made of silver, and the cutlery was quite expensive. Even the polish looked very recent to him, and something was telling him to run out of the place and call someone.

He placed his hands to his back in instinct, pulled out his gun, turned off the safety, and slid the slide. He looked around and didn't find anything, and decided to go to the first floor.

The creaky staircase gave way he was trying to go upstairs, and in a few moments, the woman was standing at the bottom of the staircase. She had the shotgun in her hand and aimed it right at Jack.

"Where do ya think you're going, Mister?", she asked as she pulled on the forearm grip, cocking the bullets in the muzzle. Jack looked at her and decided to play it cool.

"Nothing, I was just looking around for any belongings that might have belonged to Harold", he said as he placed his gun back inside his holster, and the woman lowered her gun. She walked up to him and looked him in the eye.

"If I find out you're on some funny business, the barrel isn't the last thing you'll be seeing", she hissed at him as she motioned for him to follow behind her. Jack nodded his head as he followed behind her, and she led him to the first floor.

There were two doors, and while the handles on the door to his left had scratches, the door to his right didn't have as much as the left one. He deduced that this might be the room Harold used, and waited for her to open it.

Just as he had thought, she opened the room and motioned for him to go inside.

"If ya find anything of value, do tell me, ya?", came a voice from below, and Jack nodded his head. The woman left him to investigate and went down, to console her husband.

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