6 The First Victim

Nicholai's POV

*phone ringing*

"Hello?"

"Hello Ms. Nicholai you're being called by the chief, there is a murder case happened yesterday and they want the both of you to help in solving the case" hmm? another case again? looks like we will be late for our first class this day.

"Okay Ms. Kath, please send me the details of the case. Were on our way."

"Yes Ms." call ended. I decided to went to out of my room to tell the news with my twin, who's currently searching for her clothes for today's first day of classes.

"Lette! we have—what are you like that?!" my jaw dropped when I saw my twin in her chosen clothes right now, which is obviously I can't help but scream. I didn't or much better I cannot continue what will I'm going to say because of it.

"Lette! What are you wearing? Are you going to some bars or club? I thought it's our first day to school today." I asked her, I still cannot recover from the shock she gave me.

"So what Lai? And WTH Lai! What are you wearing? Are you going to church or something? I thought were doing some undercover today. DUH!" she answered then rolled her eyes.

"Shut up. We have a new crime case. Hurry up!" I said then went out of her room.

As I went downstairs, I saw my reflection at out huge mirror and checks out my outfit, well actually it's not that bad. I'm just wearing a black ripped pants with a combination of oversized shite shirt tucked in and black leather jacket, with my white pair of sneakers, I just shrugged my shoulders then went out of our house.

Lette's POV

I don't understand my sister's fashion sense. We were born at the same time, actually she should be considered the eldest because of our 5 mins gap but why it looks like she came last? Ohmyghad!

"Aren't you coming? I am in a hurry." She said.

"Yeah, yeah coming." I said then ride in the car.

She tossed me an envelope where the files of the crime case inserted. I read every information closely, and there is one thing that catches my attention, the victim of this crime was no other than one of the people we were going to watch closely in this undercover operation.

"Yeah you're correct. He's Jerome Sandoval. One of the guys we will observed, should've." Lai suddenly said to me, looks like she saw how confuse I am.

"What happened?" I asked.

"He has 5 wrist slashes, both of them and the police saw his suicide note above his table at the dining area. We're here, come on." She said then parked the car.

"And obviously it is not sure if he really committed suicide?" I asked then followed her into the crime scene.

"Yeah. The forensic investigators are already at the scene, collecting any finger prints in suspicion of homicide." She answered then hand me a pair of gloves and foot covers.

"What do the note states?" she handed me a zipped lock plastic where the suicide note is.

"Ever since the first day I attended this school, I really want to end my life. It's really hard to live with that secret. I can't sleep, eat and even breathe. And finaly, I have the courage to say that I can now end my life. No regrets, No worries."

Secret? There's something about this school. I look closely at the note, I observed the penmanship at the actual suicide note then look for any written documents or journal he may have. I went into the bedroom and opened all the cabinets where he may hide those things. Luckily, he is keeping his journal at his side table, I opened it and compare his writings with the suicide note. A little difference makes huge conclusion after all, I studied how the suicide note is being written, I saw some hints of additional black powder like some residuals can be found after you've used a carbon paper. Looks like he did not committed suicide, if that is the case, why did the killer not dispose all of the journals he may have inside this house?

"LAI! I found something! Looks like this is not a suicide case after all." Almost all of the officers who are inside the house looked at me like asking "what the hell am I saying right now?" but Lai just looked at me with her signature "confused" look.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I noticed from his journals that he is not the type of a person who's a grammar conscious person, but here in the suicide note his English construction is at the professional level. Are you not going to investigate this? Why would you let yourself suffer with the things you're not good at?" I confidently explained to her. She approached me and here I am standing on my both feet waiting for her to say "you're right" or "what a wise deduction" but instead,

*POW! * she gave me a strong smack onto the back of my head

"YAH! Why did you do that?! I do think I am right!" I shouted at her and she just glared at me, all of the officers who waited for my explanation, one by one avoid their gazes on me.

I know she also thought of that possibility but she doesn't want to admit this ridiculous idea she has. I suicide note looks so strange, from the paper used, it is not a common journal notebook or copy paper he usually used at work and at home. The penmanship that looks like it was traced using a carbon paper and the sentence construction used, the whole note was loudly saying that another person did it.

Someone's POV

"Did you finish your job well?" said by an unknown man who's sitting at the couch while holding a glass of wine.

"Yes, Chairman Gildrow."

"Good. Proceed to the next plan, next person."

"Roger!" each man inside the room bowed down to him and one by one leave the room.

Because of this success plan, the chairman cannot hide his happiness and flashed a grin. He took a remote control then used to turned on the huge screen at the room. As it finally opens, the screen showed a man sitting at a chair, hands and feet are tied and his whole body were soaked in blood while currently catching up his breath

"Prepare yourself little lad, it'll hurt a little but you'll soon taste the fire of death. You're next."

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