That day as I had gone to meet up with Carl, I had gotten a call back from the police department, ordering for my arrival back at the station as quick as possible. I was concerned because I had just left the station about half an hour ago and now they wanted me back. Had I done something wrong? Did they find who the handbag belonged to? Well, in both cases, I had to head back to get to know what was actually going on.
As I entered the police station all I could see were people, people everywhere just scattered around like a pack of crazy/angry bulls. Even the atmosphere in the room was feeling quite stuffy. But somehow I managed to reach the desk and ask what was going on.
The man on the reception desk, who looked really irritated- probably because of the people running around, told me that I had to immediately go into room#409, which was in the direction of 2 o'clock from where I was standing.
Inside the room was a convocation of about 50 people, 50 completely anonymous faces and identities but they looked like they were ready to talk business. The room may have been alocated in the tiny police station but it was huge, olden Tudor-ish style, but regardless of anything, I was worried as to why they had called onto me.
"Ms. Melanie Ross, we need your help in solving a case" as the man said this I sighed in relief. This wasn't about me.
"But I had just retired a month ago, so why is it that my help is needed?"
Instead of answering my question he carried on with his motive: "Today you came in with a bag. Is that right?"
"Yes, in fact, I did". Then, after asking me for the 'anecdote', they unveiled the weirdest things from the bag. And, they made me take an accord of never repeating this incident to anyone.
So later, after acquiring all the information they needed from me, they took out notes from the bag; an awful lot of notes; and they weren't money but instead they were pieces of paper. Most of the papers were just empty, then others were scribbled on and then there was one with something written on it, some kind of poemy riddle; it was a poem but kind of a riddle too at the same time, and what was odd was that the date of when the poem was written was of today, 13th May, 2005. It was as if the man had written this on purpose so that it could be found by someone and then handed over to the authorities but why would he do that? Or was this just me imagining that this was done on purpose?
As I read the cipher, I started rationalising and pondering on what it might be that the man had written.
" "A body there shall be
by the sea
tomorrow by noon
make sure to come soon"
Hint: near the place where the months
come to bind. "