Third Person
Oeillet de règne Académie: Crime Scene B (Male Restoom)
'Stay out!' was printed on a piece of flimsy paper and plastered on the door.
"Stay out my ass!" a harsh voice boomed inside the echoing cavern as the paper was ripped into shreds by the large rough hands of the star investigator 'Easton Broshe'.
Easton entered the grim location; his hawk for eyes scanned every corner for possible missed spots. His blood boiled in excitement when he saw the marking on the dirty tiles, the outlines of the fallen bodies. His great entrance was sided with the air coming from the urinal bowl in the empty stalls, "Yep. That kid is right... This bathroom stinks"
The man lightly coughed and waved his hand, attempting to get rid of the odor surrounding him but to no avail, the particles already stuck on the beer-stained vest he had on.
"Well, a crime did happen here so..."
Another voice chimed into the conversation. He is Gendermarie Draide Swagger, the chubby officer who was still mourning his partner's death. He entered the bathroom and did not complain, anyway, it's his usual scent.
Draide can't believe that yesterday was the last time he'll see his partner. He still blames his partner's foolishness. If only his skinny best friend come and helped him out with the sound he heard in the theatre then he would be by their side investigating the fire.
But there he is, lying on his stomach, killed and had his body outlined on the crime scene floor. He has bullet made like holes all over him and his genital was shoved up his ass. It was the worst thing that could have happened to him.
And it happened. A wholesome play of odds.
Easton's coughing came to half as he composed himself better, "No the air stank of fucking liquid, and fucking air matters!"
The investigator walked straight looking around with hands in his pocket. The officer's sight traveled as well but it widened when he spotted Easton's feet near the spot where the blood has spilled.
Officer Draide tried to warn the man, "Be careful not to step on the s—"
But it was too late because the man already set foot on the dried blood. The blood was dried but it still glued itself to the investigator's brown leather shoes. "—Spot..." the officer ended and urgently stood by Easton who was currently examining the stuck crimson liquid at the sole of his footwear.
The investigator became a complainant as he sat on the floor to wipe the blood off the sole of his right foot, "God! Why didn't you get rid of the blood?!"
Not knowing how to answer to the role model he looks up to, he just shrugged and muttered, "It's protocol so..."
Easton just rolled his eyes as he witnessed the nervous fit from the fat grown man beside him. He frantically wiped the stain with his hands with no hesitation. After a few more smudge with his fist, he stood up and attempted to wash his hands.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed and slapped the useless faucet when not one of the drops came out from the tap's mouth.
Being a pretty looking man with no proper hygiene, wiping his hands across his vest was no problem. He put his hand near his nose and sniffed, "Mhmm— like a baby's tush" he shrugged, "Alright to the business!"
The officer was about to offer his handkerchief to his idol but Easton was pretty satisfied with the fabric used on his vest. Both explored the small space but both of them got nothing in terms of newly found evidence.
No ventilation system inside. No windows to escape from. No loose tiles to hide the weapon in. No water to wash the killer if ever he was splattered with the disgusting iron smelled liquid.
But the Investigator caught something with his eyes. It was not new but it seemed pretty interesting enough for him. His orbs darted to the little cracks and holes on the floor where the bodies were found.
Kneeling on the side to observe closer, he asked, "Strange... What was the weapon used again?"
The fact that he asked him a question, the officer panicked and rushed to the files he left on the counter. He clumsily flipped through the pages, making creases on the paper until he got to the page, "Uh it's a thick twisting screw..."
"A screw? Yes..." Easton whispered to himself, "As we can see here, the weapon used by the suspect is no joke because it left cracks and holes on the floor."
In his mind, the scenario happened fast. The suspect was trained very well and it was all planned as though, the deaths were connected to the fire. The victims received 10 hole stabbings on their acupuncture spots to really make sure they're dead. A short thumb screw can never kill two men, considering one was professionally trained police.
There were no things around them just the radio phone six feet apart from the corpses. The corpse of the police officer was on top of the janitor's body in a 69 position; both were laying on their stomach. One has his hard dick shoved up his rectum.
"Damn, that suspect... He's strong!" the irritated man exclaimed, "And fast..."
Shocked by the sudden use of the pronoun 'he', the chubby officer kneeled with Easton, and with confidence, he suggested, "If the suspect is a boy then it's certainly—"
"No! The two people that I interviewed were not the convicts of this crime," the pondering investigator interrupted the rush irrational thought of the officer.
Easton's statement made the squishy faced officer brought his eyebrows together in confusion, "What? Sir... As much as I admire your skills as a famous investigator, these deductions—" Officer Draide explained himself but he was stopped by the annoyed voice of Inspector Easton.
Easton moaned and stood up from the floor, "Ugh!"
Officer Draide followed his movements and flinched when he snatched the book from his hand. The investigator pulled out a pen from his side vest pocket, opened the cap using his teeth, and wrote something down.
Officer Draide's eyes sparkled as the investigator seriously writes his deductions for the crime. He urgently peeked to see what he was writing, almost blocking the view of the clearly pissed investigator. Easton pushed away his head and turned himself against the wall where he bumped his head onto with his body slanted.
The concerned officer asked, "Oh my... Are you alright?"
He didn't answer and continued writing while he was in that position.
At first, Officer Draide did not understand what he was doing but he was blown away by his ability to write even with this uncomfortable position he finally realized that the famous investigator always does this position when he doesn't want someone bothering him.
People posing in awkward positions are most likely not to be bothered by people.
'It's fucking Psychology at its sweetest,' that's one of the Investigator's famous lines.
He can't believe he was witnessing this now.
"What clues did you find, Inspector?" Officer Draide asked and tried his best to bend down to peek at the writings of the inspector.
"Goddamn, you talk too much..." Easton grunted and pushed to the wall to stand up straight again. He put one last period on the sentence and finally spoke, "The suspects were the ones I did not interview that yesternight..."
The officer raised his brow and queried, "Is there such wor—"
Despite having a younger brother with susceptible skills towards the English language, he admits that he was an idiot with words and English medium sometimes that he makes up words to sound smart.
Admittedly, It was attractive to French ladies...
"Shut the fuck up, newbie!" he shouted which made the officer go zipping his own flapping lips.
"And set up a meeting tomorrow here..." The investigator commanded and gave him the notebook which Officer Draide clumsily caught.
Officer Draide asked like he did half of the time they were inside this shit reeking space, "With who sir?"
Dramatically, Easton turned to him and smirked before saying, "All of them. You know who..."
After that, he removed his vest and hung it on his shoulder before taking out his tobacco. The scene was about to end there but when Draide took out his phone, Easton looked directly at him and kicked him in the guts.
The device flew across the room and when the chubby officer was shocked enough, he looked back to find his device when Easton dropped to his knees to pull down his pants. Officer Draide's eyes became wide as saucers when Easton pulled the garter of his underwear, "Wh- what the— Ahhh!"
Easton counted 3 seconds before he held the cascaded pants at the bottom of the officer's feet and he pulled it forcefully because the officer was very heavy compared to the original victim.
As much to the Investigator's satisfaction, the bottom half naked police officer landed on the cold musky floor with his belly flatly deflated. The inspector stood up from the floor and compared the outline with the position of his demonstrated result.
"Owww," Officer Draide moaned and stayed in his position initially because of the utter shock the action gave him.
Easton smirked and snapped his fingers when the phone that he kicked fell on the spot where the radio phone was found. "I was right... That's what happened!" he rejoiced and took out tobacco for his little reward.
It was executed so fast that Officer Draide didn't get the chance to fight back so he just closed his eyes before sighing and asking, "What happened?"
Completely forgetting about the little experiment he performed on the cop, Easton was surprised when the man on the floor spoke. He has this habit that he'll perform something to prove his conclusion but once the little experiment was proven, he'll forget the person to who he performed his deductions.
"You're really helpful in this man, Thank you!" Easton tapped the back of the officer and thanked him, "I just tested the scenario in my mind. As usual, it's spot on..."
The officer smiled but he's still groggy from what happened so he asked again, "I'm honored but what was the purpose of that..."
"Do you smoke?" Easton asked and pulled out another tobacco from his vest, "Here..."
Before the officer could answer Easton slipped the hard tobacco between Draide's lips and sat on the floor leaning his back against one of the bathroom door stalls.
"Oh yeah I forgot—" Easton inhaled and proudly presented his final deduction, "The suspect still has the weapon with him"
Draide's eyes widened as the tobacco slipped out and onto the floor. There is only one thing in his mind, 'Amazing!'
Well besides—
His whole body aches. It was worth it for his opinion.