A Clue!

He was still wondering what kind of a powder it was, as that was not included in the autopsy. There was a mention of a powdered unknown substance, but there was no name given to it. He was confused as to how that was possible.

He walked in the direction of Sarah's room and stormed in, and she was standing there in her pajamas and drying her hair. Jack paid no mind to her stature and just sat on her bed.

"Now, if you were able to find the powdered substance, why weren't you able to find out what it was? I am sure it must have been possible", he asked. She looked at him from head to toe and then sighed.

"It's a human courtesy to knock on the door before entering. You know that right?", she asked as she eyes him. He still paid no heed to her looks and was waiting for his answer. He was revolving in his world in his head, and he was finding different ways into how he could have entered the apartment if he was the killer.

"Earth to Jack?", she asked as she snapped her fingers right in front of his face. That was when Jack realized that he had asked her a question, and she was answering it.

"So, the reason why we can't find what the powder is, was because, the moment we dissolved the one speck of powder that we extracted from the whole body into a solvent, it disappeared. You know we need to run a bunch of tests to find out what the powder is, right?", she asked.

He nodded his head, as he knew what the processes were. Even if he hadn't worked in Forensics, he was taught the basics should he be conducting a test on the spot. The smile on his face grew wider.

"It isn't any ordinary powder then. They left a trace, just to let me know that no matter how much I chase after them I will be unable to find them. This is getting interesting", he said as he got up from the bed and dashed back to his sofa in the lounge by the fireplace.

Sarah followed behind him and sat opposite him. She placed her finger on her chin and watched him close his eyes and crease his brows. She leaned back into it, and the tiredness from the day took a toll on her.

"I wonder if he loses all sense of ration whenever he's on a case. He is just like The Legendary Sherlock", she thought as she massaged her temples and stretched her legs out. Jack was still playing something inside his head.

(Jack's Imagination)

He was running alongside the building where the first kill had taken place. He had observed the surroundings before, and thus he had an idea of what it looked like. He reached the left side of the building, where there was a dark alley.

He then entered the alleyway and began to look around. Right after he noticed a bunch of pipes, he began to climb them up toward the fifth floor. He slipped a bunch of times as he was climbing.

Right after he reached the fifth floor, he opened up the window that was next to him and entered inside, and surprisingly enough, it wasn't the house that he was supposed to be in. He walked towards the door that was open and reached the corridor that lead to the house of the first victim, Harold Robin.

He remembered the locking system taht he had was a modern one, which required him to enter a pin and swipe a card across it. But since this was Jack's imagination, he just opened it casually and entered the house.

There was no fire and the whole place was clean. The windows were closed, and he looked at the gas pipes that were running right below the kitchen counter. He looked at the stove, and around the place.

"Now, for me to create the same blast of that level, I have to make sure to think of how to spread the powder", he thought as he pulled out a bag from his pocket. He spread it near the counter, and at the place where the man would stand when he lights it up.

Then, he just sprinkled some around and went behind. Then, he imagined Harold coming in, and placing a bag on the table. Right after, he entered and turned on the stove, which had triggered the explosion.

The world began to warp as a realization dawned on him

(Back to reality)

Jack snapped his eyes open and pulled out his cell, and called someone. In a few moments, he received an email and he began to zoom in on every picture that was taken at the scene. He then zoomed in on the table that was in the lounge, and a smirk appeared on his face.

"There is no perfect crime. There never is. I was beginning to wonder if such a thing ever existed. Looks like our killer made a mistake", he muttered as he got up and saw Sarah asleep with her hand in her face.

Jack chuckled slightly as he looked at her, raced into his room, and changed the burnt clothes into new ones.

"I should run with haste. If not, I might miss the thing that I am searching for", he thought and ran down the stairs to meet Steven in the car.

"You should have left by now?", he asked in a confused voice. A grin was all he got as a reply, and the door for the passenger seat got open.

"Something tells me you have cracked something. Where are we headed now? Henry's place? Or is there something else that I might have to know as I am just joining this case?", he asked as he started the engine. Jack had a smirk as he jumped into the passenger seat, and said in a commanding tone.

"Brxtion Avenue", he said as he put on his seatbelt, and the engine roared to life.

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