~the anger cont'd

Isolde looked around the place, it was obvious that Delore had done nothing, she knew it with certainty, but she needed a reason to be in the house and looking through, Delore’s brother, Jack’s room.

A knock on the door made her hide her emotions almost instantly.

“I thought I told you I wanted to be alone,” she said.

“I’m sure that’s true, but I have no intention of leaving you alone,” said a deep voice behind her.

She whipped around and looked into the eyes of her brother.

“I know you Isolde, what are you playing at?” he asked her.

“What do you mean?” she asked her voice sounded offended and her face seemed to support it.

“You can’t play with me like that,” warned her brother, “you don’t think Delore did it at all.”

Isolde looked at her brother skeptically, “and what exactly makes you think that?”

“For starters, you arent searching in his room, and secondly, you asked the entire squad to leave the house not just the room,” he replied.

“You know, for a brother, you’re extremely annoying,” she said.

“Well then, consider me your partner then,” he replied.

“You’re worse then,” she said and hit him.

“Well?” he asked, “care to fill me in?”

“It doesn’t match up,” she said.

He glared at her, she made absolutely no sense at all and she knew it.

“Fine, let me explain then,” she said.

She stood up and went into the kitchen, her brother followed. Picking up her bag, she took out a file and put it on the table.

“Look through that,” she ordered.

He obediently sat down and started reading. Isolde went about making tea for herself and coffee for her brother, Sven.

The file provided intent, ability and even small amounts of evidence to how and why Jack was the murderer.

Apparently, Jack had applied for a high paying job a while ago, but the job didn’t go to him. Jack was a spoiled child and always got what he wanted. People had seen Jack go into the executive’s offices and heard yelling as to why he didn’t get the job.

Some had said he had a crazed expression as he left, but he had left fairly fast and they only had glimpses. That wouldn’t hold up in court and Isolde knew that, so she kept digging.

As it was, there were footprints that were tracked to this place. But the worst thing was, that they were Delore’s shoes, Isolde figured that he wore his brother’s shoes to disguse the fact that he had done it.

There was little other evidence though and Isolde had looked into Delore’s eyes. He wasn’t the one to kill executives. He wasn’t one that would bother to go to all that trouble to kill three people.

Isolde handed Sven the cup and watched as he digested the information.

“He didn’t do it then,” said Sven.

Isolde nodded. Sven looked at her, “you wanted to search the house to see if you could find anything else to help support your opinion.

Isolde nodded again, trying to gauge his reaction. He seemed to finally swallow it and nodded back to her.

“I’m with you,” he said.

She sighed, it was good to have him on the same side. But it didn’t make the task any easier, Jack was loved by veryone in this town, it was going to be hard to search into his background without raising too many suspicions.

Isolde leant back and relaxed, letting the tea go to her head, she let herself close her eyes, she felt her head give a slight pound. The last solid though she had before she fell asleep was that she was going to have one hell of a migrane in the morning.