~the anger cont'd

Isolde chewed on the horrid pill. Damn the world and not giving adults the ability to chew their medication.

Tasting the bitter taste of pain killers, Isolde drank as much cordial down as possible, clearing the taste away as best she could.

Sven chose that moment to come in with evidence and looked at the packet of pain killers that sat on the counter. Looking at her face, he put two and two together and began to laugh.

“When are you going to learn to swallow?” he asked between laughs.

Isolde glared at him, “it’s not funny,” she growled.

Sven continued to laugh as Isolde put the meds into her bag. As Isolde stood before him, glaring at him, his laughter slowly began to subside and he gave her a bag.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“The lab ran come test on it already,” at the warning look Isolde threw at him, he quickly explained, “I found it in Delore’s room, apparently Jack decided that it would be best if his brother was blamed for it. But he says that Delore probably took it from his room, especially since it’s his knife. I just didn’t want to bring empty evidence to you.”

Isolde nodded, her mind already whirling with the possibilities. Sven knew the look and handed her the report, she took it and sat down, reading it thoroughly.

Sven shook his head, there was absolutely no reason to stay in the room. He knew that she was almost definitely off the planet already. Turning back to the rooms, he continued searching and gave up on even trying to talk to his sister.

It was a good thing Sven did because it was well into the night when she finally stopped critically analysing every detail of the report.

It had two sets of prints. One was Jack’s obviously and the other was Delore’s. There were bloodstains on the blade from all three victims and it was definitely the real evidence.

After reading the report over for the twentieth time to try and see if she’d missed anything, Isolde finally realised that she was sitting in the dark and the only source of lighting came from inside Delore’s room.

Walking in, she found Sven puzzling over a piece of trash.

“What’s wrong bro?” she asked.

“This is,” he replied and pointed to a piece of paper.

Intrigued at what could cause her brother to be so confused, she looked at what he was pointing at. A small slip of paper was on the ground and it had the names of the victims carefully printed on it then crossed out in red.

Thinking as to what this meant, she realised he was waiting for orders.

“Take it, try and find the pens that wrote it and check the entire house, not just his room,” she said. Trying to gauge the meaning of this sudden development.