Third Person
Oeillet de règne Académie: Crime Scene B (Male Restroom)
7:07 A.M.
Saccharide and Klavier stared at the Investigator's goofy smile after he presented his work to the two teens. With crossed arms, Klavier exhaled and was unable to talk while on the other hand, Saccharide was already fuming with smokes of anger.
Easton stood straight and asked proudly, "So?"
The inspector didn't detect their obvious opinion expressed through their crumpled faces. Easton waited for their responses with an excited agape mouth. Klavier coughed and turned around, failed to give his insights about his demonstration of how the crime did.
Saccharide held the bridge of his nose before exclaiming, "You have got to be kidding me?!"
Easton looked confused because this was the opposite reaction he thought he'll get from the teenagers. Usually, when he does a demonstration, the crowd will go wild and would applaud him for his deduction skills.
He smirked as he realized one thing, "One of them is scared because that's what exactly happened that day," Easton whispered to himself and continued to observe both their behaviors. But this time, his audience was irritated and bothered by his performance.
"So, you're implying that's what happened while I'm unconscious?" Klavier queried with a hint of doubt in his voice.
"I'm not implying," Easton put his hands inside his pockets before telling the teens, "I'm saying it did happen!"
"So you sent out the girls outside to perform gaslighting on us?" Saccharide declared an assumed statement. His headache was not helping as the inspector looked at him with suspicion in his eyes. Keeping the stern look on his face, Saccharide tried to analyze what he just showed awhile ago.
He is certain of one thing.
He couldn't have done it.
Confidently, Klavier joined the triangle of asked in his own disbelief, "Gaslighting?! Are you serious?"
Saccharide chuckled when the other teen looked like a clueless blues clues while pretending to know the word, "Do you even know what is gaslighting?" he wasn't going to pass this moment to embarrass him.
Klavier was ready to answer, "Of course, it's—"
But a police officer laying on his back on the exact outline of the bodies on the floor wanted to be included in the conversation besides being a dummy used to perform the act, "A psychological torture where they'll feed you so much believable false information that you'll start denying your own memories..."
Klavier pouted and stomped his other foot to throw a short tantrum like a man child, "Hey Kuya! I know what I'll say!"
"Well kids, sorry to bust your toots but I'm not a torturer, I'm an investigator," Easton defended himself and walked closer to Saccharide, "The act that we just performed is what happened. It's accurate!"
Both men met in the middle to crash chest to chest while the two other people in the room watched as they butt head to head. Saccharide held his chin up and proceeded to play the mind games with the inspector, "Too accurate if you ask me," he smirked, "It's like you were inside the crime scene when it happened..."
"See? That's gaslighting, Heinz," pinpointed Easton after snapping his fingers that echoed throughout the room, "Yeah, I'm impeccable but I don't have the motive to do this. And it's my first having a case in this area..."
"Do you really need a motive?" Saccharide continued to mock the brown-haired investigator, "Because you can just set a plot to add to your solved cases for the money."
Klavier shook his head and walked away from the scene. Still trying to solve in the scene they acted a while ago, he walked around the area as the chills ran up to his shoulders when he remembered the promiscuity that happened inside one of the stalls.
There were so many questions going on inside his head and there isn't enough proof to satisfy it. Flawless. That's the only adjective he could think to describe their demonstration.
The phone landed on the exact spot where they outlined it.
And the police officer landed on the outlined bodies.
But there are a few details lacking attention and investigation.
The clinking sound.
Why did the suspect remove Klavier's handcuffs?
It's either the suspect wants him to appear as the suspect of this case or the suspect wants him to witness the bodies right away.
But for what purpose?
With widened eyes, Klavier looked down when the police officer pulled his jeans and asked for help to get him up from the laying position he was in. It was all thanks for the action they did a while ago. His traumatic experience with a police officer made him hesitant to help him up.
He did anyway before stepping away far from away.
"On behalf of my partner—" The chubby polite looking officer caught his attention as he bowed his head before taking off the cap from his bald head, "I'm very sorry for what he has done to you. It's not forgivable by the law and I don't expect you to be forgiving..."
The boy just smiled and nodded his head as a sign of acceptance to his apology. At the other side of the room, two of the tyrant continued their baffling debate. The older male tried to put words in the other one's mouth so, he can easily reveal the evidence from the suspect himself, but the grey-haired teen did not let himself fall into the contraption.
He would not fucking capitulate for a crime he hasn't done.
"How cocky of you to blame someone who has a witness?" Saccharide sneered as he backed up to lean against the wall, "Be careful of your deductions, Sir Broshe. You know the law doesn't forgive someone who biases over a pathetic reason."
"I'm the law here, son..." Easton said with a slight shift in his voice.
The younger male chortled and inched his face closer to Easton's arrogant and smug expression, "Not until you lose you fucking job."
Easton closed his fist and eyed the teen's pocket where something was bulging, "You're good at this," he complimented, "Very much so like your father..."
The older man noticed Saccharide's sudden change of smile. Frowning, the teen's usual smirk turned into a display of knitted eyebrows and twitching right eye, "I'm telling you now," he uttered closely with a hint of threat, "I'm not the killer. If anyone does this, It's my father's puppy..."
"You are that dog's puppy," Easton laughed.
"I assure you," said Saccharide seriously, "I'm not. He's not wasting every chance to ruin me and—" he paused then with hysterically wide-open eyes, the boy tried to run outside, but Easton pulled him back inside before pushing him onto the floor to keep the panicked teen down.
"Get off me! I need to get to her," he shouted and kicked his way out of Easton's grasp. As he was struggling, something slid off the teen's clothes and made its way rolling towards the officer's foot. The officer grabbed it after putting out his handkerchief to wrap it and prevent it from getting his fingerprints on him.
"What is that?" Klavier asked and took a closer peek but when the adult was trying to show him, the handkerchief slipped from his fingers and dropped the metal screw.
It rang a clinking series on the floor tiles as it bounces back towards the fighting male.
Klavier backed away a little when he realized he was stepping in the same spot where he found the bodies, "That sound," he whispered.
It's the exact sound. Klavier looked up to see the two men still struggling on the floor.
"—Raine..." Saccharide's voice was shaky, they did not recognize who he was calling. The inspector wanted to keep this suspense longer, but it was getting uncontrollably dramatic by the second.
"How will you explain this?" Easton showed him the thumbscrew that came out from his pocket by pushing his face to the side where the screw stopped traveling.
Saccharide stopped retaliating and stuttered, "But how?"
He was pretty sure that it was left at the Jardin d'Eden last night when his PTSD came out.