Andrew's death

The pristine car pulled up at Walter's club adorned with high quality illumination to welcome its guests with pomp and splendor. Miss Angela Jones, a professional private detective, got out of her car casually and entered the club elegantly greeting everyone she saw coming up to her. The party was in full swing. Guests were busy gossiping amid light music, waiters were serving drinks and some dancers were giving their performance to orchestra. Angela was looking for some special person whose phone call had brought her here to see him. Soon, she caught the sight of a young boy waving to her.

He drew closer and greeted, "Hey! I'm Arian, Mr. Andrew's eldest son. I called you yesterday. I know you can help me find how my dad died. I'm not satisfied with the police investigation." His voice dropped. He looked at Angela's face fixedly, looking worried.

She said, "How do you know me?"

"You're a famous private detective. Everyone knows you. I'm sure you will help me." He replied.

She took a deep breath and continued to speak, "How many family members are you?"

"We were a happy family of four members. My mother, my father, my younger sister and I." answered Arian.

"What was he?"

"He was a jeweler. It's our family business."

"Where were you the night he was guest at Mathew's?"

"I was out of town for another business deal."

Arian looked more concerned to Angela than she had expected him to be. She thought he must have been closer to late Andrew Lawson.

"Miss Angela! Long time, no see!" Shouted the voice behind her back.

To her surprise, it was her college class fellow, Brian. She beamed at him, appreciating his intimacy.

"It's so pleasing to see you here at the party, Brian!" Angela exclaimed cheerfully.

"I come here more often, but I've never seen you here before. By the by, I'm glad to see you after a long time."

"I came to Warkington last week, Brian. I usually do not attend busy parties, you know, I have only just come to see Walter's club vibes. It is a Saturday night and I love watching the Saturday night of this club."

Brian looked long at Angela as if he had been trying saying something he could not have externalized. She wanted to keep him company, but she had to make her way home.

She made her exit through the hustle bustle of the club hastily, keyed her car and drove off. Angela's cell phone rang while she was driving and thinking of her client. She took the call which, she was sure of, was Arian's.

"I want to see you somewhere tomorrow." He voiced on her cell.

"Come to Mundala restaurant at 1 pm.tomorrow." Angela spoke into her cell to him.

She gathered speed, turning on some music, making sure that she would get home on time to spend the weekend with her mum who had been waiting for her to return home. While driving, she was distracted into her new case that was although not a challenge. Her car sped up on the main roads leading her to her residence, Fulmer Villa, house no.54, West Lawrence Street. She pulled up at her garage and headed in with some gift for her beloved mother.

"Hi mum! See I've brought you a new wrist watch you have wished to get." Angela enthused.

Her mother was a handicapped woman of 60 and she had lost her husband in her youth. Mrs. Anne Jones brought up Angela singlehandedly to become a cop like her husband. Angela always wished to go into a private intelligence agency, as she was more inclined towards adventure and detection.

Her mother looked smilingly at Angela, "You are a better gift for me than this watch. Thanks! My love! By the way, how was your day?" Mrs. Jones remarked and inquired.

"Nothing special, a kind of busy day as usual." Her voice trailed off as if she wanted to close her conversation.

Mrs. Anne ordered the maid to lay the table for dinner. After dinner, Angela rolled into her room and played the recording on her cell to listen to the information on Mr. Andrew's last meeting with Mr. Mathew that her assistant, Rebecca, had shared with her following Arian's phone call. The information was a statement of Mr. Mathew's servant who waited on them at tea party.

The recording sounded, "He was ere talking to boss over tea about some jewel. He was wurrid he had no time....that's all I oveherd."

It was a substantial evidence that Mr. Andrew had some problem that had been gnawing away at his confidence. She made a call to Rebecca to glean information on his family and friends. After a prolonged reflection, she drifted off to sleep in bed.

The next morning brought her a new investigation spree. Although it was Sunday, it would not allow her a full family time. Soon after a hearty breakfast, she got out to reach her office at Star Square. She swept out of her car gracefully, her cell phone swinging in her soft-skinned hands. The building was not much crowded with people, as it was a day off. She entered the elevator, hit the fifth floor button and rode it to her office.

The door opened and she was greeted, "Good day! I've found out that Mr. Andrew Lawson was a family man and his family members loved him dearly. Mrs. Andrew...I mean Monica was his second wife and she bore him a daughter, Moira. Arian and Moira are step siblings. Mr. Mathew Peter is also a well off jewel trader, who was always Mr. Andrew's best friend. One strange fact of his personality is that Mr. Andrew Lawson was a necromancer." Rebecca filled her in.

"It means he knew that he might run into a danger." Angela muttered to Rebecca.

"Yes, may be…"

"Let's go to his home. Get our paraphernalia!"