There was silence and the highest form of decorum was induced, something was amiss one might say. There were people in purple waiting by observing.
The police vehicles were on standby at the rear end of the scene of the crime and multiple reporters made way for the Chief inspector. There was pin drop silence.
"Good afternoon" He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Good afternoon" the reporters said in unison while keeping their eyes on the old man that already had grey hair on his side burns.
"I am sure you all have questions" he said.
"Yes sir can you please explain why.....
"Tatatatata" He yelled loud enough for the female reporter to shut up.
"I am not going to answer your questions for I am equally confused" he said almost immediately, the reporters all brought out their notes, some flashed their cameras to get a full glimpse at the man while others were quiet to understand what he was saying.
"Sir when are you....
"Tatatata" he shouted again to try to stop the seemless endless questions.
"I understand to the people have questions however I will not answer them for I am equally as clueless as they are" he yelled.
The reporters this time stopped listening and started bombarding their endless questions to him.
AT THE SCENE OF THE CRIME
"Poor Joe, I did warn him that reporters aren't people you can reason with" a feminine voice said.
"Ignore him and focus on this" a male voice interrupted. The two officers both bent down to grab the moldy piece of paper, the female officer carefully picked the paper however almost immediately it ripped.
"Ha" the female officer scoffed as she carefully unfolded it. They both looked disappointed to find nothing on it.
"Dang it!" he yelled as he threw the paper to a waste bin.
"Just when I thought we were close to solving it" she said carefully as she reached for her glasses.
"Excuse me" a voice said quietly as he tapped the male voice.
"Are you Edith and Rowlings" the voice said quietly.
"Yes and you are?"
"Ava, I work for the Department of Defence, unit 03-24"
"Oh, the private detective just in time actually we were just about to move the body, come with us" the female voice Edith said as she walked to the exit door.
They all walked down the bulky pile of stairs and continued to walk in silence for a couple of minutes until the female detective spoke.
"So how is your sister" Ava spoke looking directly at the stairs.
"Hmm?" they both replied curtly.
"Edith"she added.
"Oh she's fine but may I ask you how....
"I visit the schools in my spare time, this city ain't so big and she had a picture of you, said she looks up to you" They chuckled lightly.
"So I'm her role model"
"Yeah, said she'd help the police, solve a few cases and probably work for my department"
"Ha, your sister dreams big" Rowlings said quietly.
" It's not a dream, I'm sure she'll get there someday, may I ask how you two met...
"Oh, I feel for your sister" Ava said quietly as she picked up a few keys from her leather jacket and locked a door that was covered with DO NOT CROSS tape.
"Why?" Edith asked hesitantly.
"You know" Ava responded jiggling the keys at her own face.
"I know what!!?" Edith shouted as she dashed to reach for the detective but was quickly pulled back by Rowlings.
"This is a crime scene Edith, behave" Ava warned as she wore a pair of Gloves.
"So where's the body?" Ava asked.
"There" Rowlings pointed at the tall statue at the middle of the room.
It was pale seemed to have been washed off of every colour. It had no fingernails, no blood was on the ground where the statue stood but at its fingertips there was a trace of dry blood.
The statue stood slantly as if it wanted to fall. It's eyes were closed but black ink seemed to flow from her eyelids. The statue had a horrific smile that spread across its face, it had a veil which covered the remaining parts of her body like her forehead, chest, down to the toes.
It seemed happy, it was dead however that smile surely wasn't, it seemed happy despite being in such a horrific state.
"Good Heavens, it's human isn't it"
"That right there is the deceased Mrs Zephyr" Ava responded immediately, she looked at the corpses fingernails and looked at Edith.
"Its horrific,hold on how is she standing, cement?" Edith asked as she stared at the corpses dead eyes that were covered with the dark veil.
"Strings, strong one's, those little fuckers thought it was fun to do this.... Got to admit it's lovely" Ava responded quietly.
"Lovely, she's dead"
"Lovely isn't used to describe just living things, dead things inanimate objects, everything that is within the boundaries of Earth is lovely" Ava retorted.
"Shes dead" Edith repeated.
"Yes and I find solace in it, ever heard of the saying that Death is both comforting and alarming, well I find this both artistic and grotesque, the poor woman even put on a smile for them, must have hurt since there was no Anastasia" Ava said as she touched the dead woman's finger.
"Dont touch anything" Rowlings warned.
"Relax, she doesn't even have fingernails, her tendons must be in horrible state and worse, there's no blood" Ava said as she kneeled to get a better look at its feet.
"Shes dead" Rowlings added
"Right?" Edith asked.
"Of course she's dead, I'm just stating the obvious by the way Edith, How's your boyfriend" Ava asked looking at the confused Edith with her sharp brown eyes.
Quote of The Day, chapter 1:
To live is to remain, to die is to finish