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Chapter 3 - Unlucky Robert

"You found him in the shed?" They were at Dallas' house.

"Yes sir, "

"Rigor mortis has abated, meaning that he's been dead for at least a day," The coroner stated. "I'll have another look at him in the morgue,"

Clayton nodded. "Bring in Mr. Dallas Chase, will you Jacobs? And take any evidence back to the station house. It's time to get to the bottom of this,"

Dawes walked over to him, "Sir? I found this gun in the flower bed. It's recently been shot, sir,"

"Thank you, Andrew. Check it for fingerprints, please,"

It was then that Clayton noticed a shiny piece of metal in a hollow stump next to the shed. He went to investigate, only to find that the metal was attached to something. He grasped it and pulled out another gun.

"Well, well. Two bullets, two guns, and two shooters. But who?"

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"I'm telling you I don't know how my brother got in the shed or how he died!" Dallas yelled, quiet flustered.

"Really? And I suppose you wouldn't know how the murder weapons got into the flower bed or tree stump, do you?" Clayton was unconvinced.

"Well, of course not! Why would I know a thing like that?"

Clayton ignored the question, "Mr. Chase, where were you the last evening between 11:30 and 12:00?"

"I'm not sure. In my bed sleeping, probably,"

"Is there anyone who could confirm this?"

Dallas was starting to look very worried, "No. I didn't think I'd be accused for murder so I didn't think of procuring an alibi,"

"Hmm. How inconvenient. Did you hear or see anyone around the same time?"

Dallas thought very hard, and then said slowly, "Yes. Before I went to sleep I saw someone outside my brother's house. It was a man. I fell asleep then and was only woken up by the shot."

"I see. Anything else?"

"I heard a thump from my living room, but didn't think to go check. I went straight outside where I heard Anna, their maid, screaming that my sister-in-law had been shot."

"Did you see your brother at this time?" Clayton asked.

Dallas shifted in his chair, "No, I didn't. I the last time I saw him was at supper."

"Thank you. You're free to go,"

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