"Andrew! Andrew, I need you to bring in Anna Fulford again. Dallas gave us a note she had written to him the day before his brother's death. I need to compare the writing to make sure she wrote it," Clayton explained to the constable.
"Yes sir,"
"I also need you to check each gun for fingermarks and cross reference them with the fingermarks of everyone involved in this case,"
"Yes sir. Should I keep this under wraps?"
"I think so. We don't want the killer to get wind of this and take off,"
~*~
"Finally!"
"What?" Timothy asked Andrew.
"I found a fingermark! The whole gun was wiped of them but the killer missed the bullet casing, which still hasn't been removed," He showed Timothy the partial fingermark.
"It's not a whole one," Timothy said plainly.
"Don't be a negative Nelly. I don't need a whole fingermark, this is enough to incriminate the killer,"
"Have you found a match?" He raised and eyebrow.
Andrew hesitated, "Well, not yet. But-"
"How long have you been looking?"
"For the fingermark? Two hours, maybe,"
Timothy chuckled, "Not what you thought you would be doing when you signed up for this, did you?"
"Not in the slightest. If you give me a hand I'll buy you lunch,"
"I'll never turn down a free lunch," Timothy smiled as he sat down beside his friend.
~*~
"Ms. Fulford, can you please write while I dictate?"
Anna glanced at the notepad on the table suspiciously. "Of course, Mr. Attwood," She picked up the witting pad and pencil.
"Dear Mr. Chase, I need to speak with you urgently. It involves your brother and I feel it should be brought to your attention-"
"Mr. Attwood, what is this about?" She put down the note pad and frowned.
"Don't frown so hard, it will ruin your young face," Her frown softened.
"Why do you insist on playing such games as this? I thought you had caught the murderer already."
"I have. I am just waiting for more evidence," Clayton smiled and sat back in his chair. "A court won't convict the murderer with the current evidence I have, so I'm in the process of getting more."
"I see. Will you tell me who killed Mr. Chase?" Anna said innocently.
"You, Ms. Fulford."