Third Person
Oeillet de règne Académie: Head Faculty Office
10:12 A.M.
"Attention students! Please take this generous free time for your other activities and be reassured that the fire on the far side of the right-wing was taken care of. Your advisers will be at your convenience and will be announcing the students who must be sent home due to their medical records."
The fire was extinguished after one hour. Nobody was hurt, but the students with asthma attacks and breathing problems were sent home for health precaution.
"The students who were not called out in the announcement earlier may take their lunch and stay at their designated classrooms and wait for further information from your advisers."
The whole school listened as the speaker spilled static noises. Groans along with the cheer from each classroom can be heard along the halls.
"They should have sent us all home. The criminal may burn us all with one snap if we stay here longer," one female student spat out to her friend.
"Finals are coming..." his male friend smiled and walked alongside her. "I know they'll question us in the evening. They suspect us lower grades too you know..."
"Well, juniors aren't allowed to come near the senior's wing so, why even bother," she complained.
"Let's just follow them..." the male chuckled before they followed their instructor to their classrooms.
All the witnesses and people near the area of the crime scene flooded the insides of the Faculty office as Sir Broshe and the other two officers tracked the following scenarios.
"A matchbox and a can of oil were found in the crime scene, it wasn't an accident." The first officer was given a little description which was a short stubby man who has crystal clear skin for his hair.
Bald...
He jotted down the keywords on his little notepad and scratched his head, trying to analyze the possible suspect for the jeopardy.
"There are no cameras in the area, therefore, only living witnesses can tell what happened," the second officer dictated his observation.
The companion of the stubby-legged officer was the complete opposite of him. He was described as a tall man with average looking body mass and long black hair tied in a low ponytail.
"Let's start..." Sir Broshe nodded to the two and let the students, along with some of the staff line up for interrogation.
"This will take longer than I already expected," the chubby officer sighed and looked at the first student to answer their queries.
Half of the line diminished, but so far, there weren't any useful comments.
Massaging his temples, Sir Edward Broshe continued asking questions while an already annoyed teenage boy and a patient blonde girl are waiting for answers behind him.
"Thank you for cooperating..." Sir Broshe smiled and called the student. Klavier crossed his arms and stomped his feet lightly on the floor, unable to stop his mannerism, especially when he's feeling anxious and worried.
Racquel looked ahead and witnessed as the line gets shorter and shorter, ending with the old head janitor of the right-wing.
"I saw nothing. I was there cleaning, but there wasn't anything— suspicious" the faded voice of the wrinkled man sent their hearts hopeless.
Klavier couldn't just stand there and finally stepped out to unleash his locked temper, "You saw nothing? What do you mean, you saw nothing?"
Everyone flinched but the old man, when he put his hands down on the table in front of the elderly without acknowledging the presence of the adults, the sound thundered throughout the room and sent silence to the atmosphere afterward.
"Klavier. Have some respect!" with a calm tone, the 23-year-old teacher talked and gave the boy a warning.
The boy kept his stern face, not bothered by his adviser's clear warning, and continued to throw daggers at the old man who opened his lips again to speak.
"The last person I've seen entering the garden was the young girl, herself..." the old man looked up and looked at the four of them before looking down again.
"Young girl who?" the second officer asked.
"The beautiful one..."
That was all he answered.
"Shit—" Klavier cursed and turned around to punch the wall.
But then he felt Sir Edward's death glare and remembered the male's hate for foul words. He punched the wall again and changed his curse, "Shitaki mushrooms!"
Racquel rolled her eyes and looked back to the worried eyes of Sir Edward Broshe.
"That's all that we have," Sir Edward muttered.
Of all the students with keen eyesight and sharp hearing that could have been the witness to this case, the closest is an old man who is close to contacting the stairway to heaven.
"Ahgh—ugh!" Klavier moaned in distress which caught the attention of a male predator.
Sending grotesque lustful stares at Klavier's back, the slender officer stood up and walked towards the male, "Cheer up, pretty boy..."
Racquel stared at Klavier and sent him a signal that the cop's hand was positioned to grope his bulging behind.
"At least he saw something" the pedophile's voice sent chills on his spines as he slapped the hand away which was just inches away from his reserved buttocks.
Klavier grunted and gritted his teeth with a disgusted look on the cop, "Ugh! For sure, he saw something!"
He came back to the table to vent out his anger and pointed out his index finger to the old man before putting his hand down on the table again. His action made Sir Edward Broshe stand up from his seat and hold his shoulders to push him out of the area.
"You saw something useless!" Klavier exclaimed.
"Thank you." the officer with obesity stood up and escorted the elder man out of the room, adjusting his hat to send his good-bye to the 23-year-old man and the troubled teen.
Chuckling to the feisty actions of Klavier, the tall slender pedophile whistled before going out with his partner and the old man.
"Yeah, thank you for obvious shit... Paps!" Klavier added before the door closed, he blushed when the cop winked at him before fully exiting the room.
Throwing his hands up in defeat, he wiggled his shoulders to remove Sir Broshe's hand on his shoulders, "Ugh! Useless and pedophile cops..."
"Mr. Baernaise..." Sir Broshe called out before removing his glasses.
Their adviser's gesture made the boy silent. He pouted and leaned his back against the wall. Racquel sighed and turned to the stressed adult male before asking, "What now, Sir?"
With sad eyes and a concerned smile, the teacher sent out the two of them to the nurse's office, "Please just look after Raine and let the adults handle this..."
Racquel smiled and pulled the boy's hand to lead him outside the boy. Klavier seemed like a rag doll in the touch of Racquel while she dragged him with her outside the building.
Sir Edward Broshe threw one last smile at the two before frowning and letting himself fall in the comforts of his swivel chair. He took out his phone and stared at the number calling his phone, gulping the stuck load in his throat, he answered it.
"Hello," he started.
"The janitor knows what's up..."
The voice of the person on the other side never scared him before but, strangely, such a soft voice could be so terrifying.
"I'll get rid of him," the voice suggested. Edward closed his eyes to the fact that he could do nothing but to agree to the person's every claim.
"Go ahead," he blindly answered, "I hope you're happy now..."
"Well, you did a good job covering up for me so, I'll do my job covering up for you too," the voice replied.
"As long as no one knows what I did... Your plans are safe with me." He felt bad for answering the person's every wish. "Just please don't hurt Raine..."
"Yeah, yeah. No one wants that to happen, right?" The person laughed and before ending the call, they left their last words—
"If you do the second phase flawlessly..."
God help him...
"Alright," he picked up his glasses and put them back on.
He really needs help...