The Waiting Room
~ Chapter Forty-Eight
Evidence Found
Ichabod
stood over the damaged computer as a doctor about to perform an
autopsy. Carefully he sifted through the damage, his eyescope in
place to see the more minute details.
Many eyes watched for
many had reason to find the truth.
Mort Rainey needed the
truth as to who was responsible for the demise of his laptop. Sparrow
fumed at the bar, draining another glass of rum, waiting for the
truth as to who was keeping him from his ladies.
Even Sands
waited with anticipation, for there was some finger pointing in his
direction that he pulled the trigger.
“Ah-Ha!” Crane
exclaimed as he reached inside the broken pc with a set of tweezers.
“The culprit!”
With care Ichabod withdrew the
evidence for which he had searched. A single bullet was embedded in a
microchip component. Ichabod moved it back and forth examining what
he had found.
“It appears to be from a handgun…”
Ichabod announced.
“No s--t, Sherlock,” Sands snapped.
“What did you think? Someone used a freaking cannon? Get on with
it, man. What kind of bullet is it?”
Crane changed lenses
on his eyescope to get a closer look at the lettering.
“Nessler,”
he read. “It is a Nessler brand.” He ripped the scope from his
head, brow furrowed as he continued to look at the evidence in hand.
“Well, then. What we need to do is check everyone’s
ammunition and see who uses this brand. Find the rest of the bullets,
we find the shooter.”
“You called my name?” came a
drawn out southern voice.
Ichabod glanced up to see the man he
knew as Rainey wearing a black rimmed hat, holding a shovel.
“I’ll
be more than happy to help y’all with your impending
in-vest-I-ga-tion. More than happy to find out who took out Mr.
Rainey’s computer.”
Ichabod waved a hand. “No, no, not
necessary. But I thank you for the offer.”
“Very well,
Detective Crane. But let it be known, the offer stands.”
The
hat disappeared into the lower drawer, the shovel went down behind
the desk.
“Thank you…I think?” Ichabod bowed slightly
in the writer’s direction.
On swift heel, Crane turned to
face the room holding up the tweezers that held the bullet.
“Now,
who wishes to surrender their gun first so I may inspect the make and
brand of your ammunition? Please note, this is the time to clear
yourself of any wrongdoing.”
The Room was shocked as to who
offered his gun first.