Chatting of Murder: 1a Time for my act by RedPhantom ()
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“Hey, Elf-boy, tear yourself away from your dolls and come on. We’ve got a body,” Roy called.
“They aren’t dolls. They’re digital figures,” I insisted. I don’t know why I bothered. Roy wouldn’t listen. “I could always go back to using cadavers.” I grabbed my hat and bag and followed.
Roy scowled. “Have you no respect for the dead?”
I shrugged. “They’re only humans.”
Roy stopped, gaping at me. “Only human?”
I laughed. “I’m kidding. Even when I lived with my own kind, I had more respect for lower life forms.”
“Lower…” Roy sputtered.
“Roy, relax. Humans aren’t lower life forms. We never believed that. And I only used the cadavers because I was ordered to. I found it distasteful too. That’s why I jumped on that software.”
Roy calmed some and started towards the door again. I wouldn’t mess with him so much if he didn’t make a big deal about me being an elf.
I followed him out to the car, putting on my sunglasses and making sure my fedora was secure. “What do we have?”
“A mess. A woman was killed out in the shipyards. Evidence everywhere. Forensics can’t make heads or tails of it.”
“Forensics has been all over it? Roy, you know how difficult that makes things.”
“Relax, Kid. They’ve learned. They started from a distance. They decided quickly to call for you. The only ones who were close to the body were the woman who found it and the two responding officers. All are still there, though the woman is not happy about being detained.”
“Maybe when I show she wasn’t involved, she’ll be happy she isn’t still a suspect.”
“Unless she did it.”
“When you’ve been around as long as I have, you’ll understand.”
I chuckled. “Did you forget I’m over a thousand years old?”
Roy shook his head, “You look way too good for someone over a thousand.”
“That’s what the women say too.” I grinned.
Roy ignored me. “Will the shipping containers interfere?”
“How close are they, and how much iron is in them?”
“I couldn’t tell you.”
“Then we’ll see when we get there. Unless she’s in one and it’s pure iron, I should be able to do something.”
Roy pulled up as close as he could to the crime scene. It was far enough away that the iron in it wouldn’t interfere. The shipping containers were closer. We got out, but I stayed near the car while Roy approached. We’ve found it’s usually better if he explained things first.
The responding officers glanced my way, and I nodded in greeting. The woman started screaming at my partner. Not everyone knew of me. They had no idea what I could do, and to hear it the first time sounded crazy. I decided to go help Roy out. I tossed my hat and glasses in the car to allow my full elven features to show. The officers stared. Most weren’t used to me yet. Some had never seen my work.
The woman caught their looks and faltered in her tirade. Then she saw me and stared.
I’m over six feet tall, so I’m a bit intimidating. Add the fact that I’m not human, and most are a bit alarmed. People don’t expect to see pointy ears or slanted, blue and purple cat eyes, even when they know they’ll be dealing with an elf.
I went into my act to calm her and encourage her or at least stun her into cooperation. I bowed as low as when I was in the king’s court. “My dearest lady, it is an honor to meet you today.” I let my accent thicken to what it used to be when I lived Underhill. “Let me express the sincere gratitude of the police force for aiding us in finding yon fair maiden.” I should have found out her name in the car. I stood and offered her my arm. “Please assist me a moment longer so we can find the killer. Who came when you called 911?”
The woman, still stunned, pointed to who I had assumed were the responders.
“You two, come with me,” I instructed. “Stand here and here.” I positioned them where their presence would help. I guided the woman around the gruesome body and had her face away from it. Unfortunately, I didn’t have that option. None of those with me had much iron, and the shipping containers were far enough away they shouldn’t interfere much, though I could feel their iron even at a distance. Chances were they were mostly iron.
I started chanting, casting a spell to show what had happened. It began with the police arriving and ran backward. We saw the woman make the call after jogging up. We watched as the woman was killed in reverse. I’ve cast the spell many times over the years. Seeing events running in reverse was second nature to me. The forensic teamed usually complained. I could hear Roy narrating the scene for them. When he’d been assigned to me and learned how this worked, he watched days of movies backward to practice since I couldn’t narrate while chanting. I had to keep chanting to keep the spell going. The best I could do was make quick sketches of each event.
I looked around when I ended the spell. Some people were taking notes others were staring in amazement. I swayed a little. Maybe the shipping containers were too close. I waited until I was steady before offering the jogger my arm.
“My lady, thank you ever so much for your help,” I told her as I led her away. I signaled to the officers with us to follow.
“I didn’t do anything,” she protested.
“Your presence made the spell clearer as did the two first responders. It works best when anything that was in its radius was still there.”
“But you couldn’t see who did it.”
“No, but we have a better idea of what happened, so now they know where to look for clues and evidence.”
Image Comments (4)
Leije () 1:20PM | Fri, 05 June 2020
Excellent thriller scene with effects, the image tells the story !