After wealthy business man, Mason Fields is murdered, Homicide Detective Johanna Wells goes on a confound mission to find out what happened.

THE DEADLY DEAL

 

A Novel by Amanda Hunter

 

 

I ran and ran raster than I've ever ran before. I stopped, looking around myself. I was lost. I was about to take another step until I heard someone walking up behind me. "This is all your fault." I heard right before a loud "BANG!" 

 

 ****** 

Goodness, I was not a morning person. I started to make my morning coffee until a loud ringing came from my phone. "Wells." I said groggily.  

"Hey we need you to meet us in the alley behind Texaco gas station." They said. 

"What happened?" I said suddenly awake.  

"Just meet me there." He replied before hanging up. Well I guess I'll have to miss getting my morning coffee. I got ready to go and went on my way to the alley. When I arrived, there were cop cars and ambulances surrounding the alley. I got out of my car slowly, taking in my surroundings.

 

"There you are." My partner Evan Bennett said. 

 

"What's going on here?" I said. Looking at everything that had happened.  

 

"Mason Fields, 39 years old, successful business man. He was murdered last night."  

 

"Do we know the cause?" I asked.  

 

"That's what we came to find out." He said. We waked over the department's coroner, Marsha Tomson.  

 

"What do you have for us?" Evan asked. 

 

"Well by the wound in his leg, you can tell he's been shot. The time, around 11 pm. I looked at the man, absorbing every detail I could. I wondered why the killer would have short him in the bottom of the leg. 

 

"Johanna!" Someone called from behind the alley. I walked over to another partner of mine, Wilson Ford. 

 

"Look at what we've got here." He said.  

"What's this?" Evan said, walking up.  

"Some kind of sign." Wilson said.  

"Hadlee Inc." I said.  

"What?" They both asked.  

"Hadlee Inc." I repeated. "It's one of the most well known investing agencies, of course, under Townsend.  

"Which is exactly where Fields worked, he was actually the vice president of the company." Wilson said.  

"So you think that someone from Hadlee had something to do with Mason's murder?" Evan asked.  

"I'm not sure." I said.  

"Well we better check into this." He replied.  

"Okay, Bennett and I will go up to Mason's house to talk to his family. Wilson, you back to the station and do some research on Hadlee and Townsend and see if you can find any dirt on him that would give someone motive to kill him." I said.  

"You got it." Wilson said, then headed off.  

"Alright, I guess we better go to their house." Evan said.

As I got out of the car, I asked, "What was Fields doing all the way down in Wyatt when he lives in Heartshore?" 

"I was wondering the same thing." Evan replied. We walked up to the door and rang the bell. No answer. We rang the bell a couple more times and still had no reply. We started to walk away when we heard a door open behind us. I turned around to see a small woman standing at the door.  

"Hello." the woman said quietly. 

"Candace Fields?" Evan asked.  

"Hi," I said, "I'm detective Johanna Wells and this is my partner Evan Bennett. We're here to talk about your husband. 

"You are? You found him?" She asked excitedly. Evan looked at me strangely.  

"What do you mean, found him?" He asked.  

"Well when he went off for work yesterday, he never came home. I called one of my friends from the police department to see if they could look into it. I figured you found him." She said.  

"Do you mind if we come in?" I asked. 

"Oh I'm sorry, please, come in." She said.  

As we walked into the house, I noticed how the house looked much larger on the inside than the outside. 

"Are you guys thirsty? Do you need anything to drink?" She asked both of us.  

"We're fine." My partner replied.  

"Okay, so what do you need to talk about?" She asked curiously, motioning us to sit down.  

"So you said that your husband never came back last night?" I asked her.  

"Yes." She said confused.  "What's going on? 

"Well, I'm sorry to inform you Mrs. Fields, but, your husband was found dead this morning in an alleyway." Evan said, waiting for a reaction.  

 

"What?!" She yelled, just as a young girl walked in, looking like a spitting image of who we were talking to.  

"I suppose this is your daughter." I said. The girl walked in slowly, eyeing my partner and I.  

"Mom, what's going on here?" She asked slowly.  

"I'm Detective Wells and this is Detective Bennett. We were here to talk to your mother about your father.  

"If you'll please excuse me." Candace said and ran upstairs.  

"I can't believe this happened." She said. 

"I'm so sorry for your loss..." 

"Anna." She said. 

"Anna." I said. "I'll be right back." I said before walking upstairs to find 4 bedrooms. One of the doors was closed and you could hear light sobbing coming from inside. I walked over and knocked on the door. "Mrs. Fields." I said. I waited a minute before she opened the door. her eyes were red and puff, obviously from crying.  

"How did this happen?" She asked as she started crying again. She walked over to her bed and picked up a picture. I followed her in the room and sat down beside her. I looked at the picture and saw her and her husband on their wedding day. We sat there for a moment in silence.  

I stood up in front of her and said, "Mrs. Fields, I know this must be hard on you, but if we're going to be able to find out who did this, we really need your help." I said.  

"Okay." She answered. 

"Alright. So you said the last time you saw your husband was before  he left for work. When was that?" I asked.  

"It was about 9 in the morning."  

"Okay, is there any reason your husband would be in in Wyatt last night." I asked her.  

"Not that I know of," she said, "why do you ask?"  

"When we found your husband, he was in Wyatt, so I was seeing if you would know." 

"Oh, that's weird. I don't know why he would be there." She said.  

"Have you ever heard of Hadlee Incorporated?" I asked. 

"Yes. My husband talked about them all the time. They were supposedly doing some big investment campaign next weekend." She replied. 

"What do you mean, big investment?" I asked. 

"I'm not really sure, he didn't give me a lot of information." 

"Alright. Thank you, that's all for now. If you can think of anything else, please call me." 

"I will. Oh, and, please find whoever did this." She said. 

 

 

"I heard my name?" He said.   

"Oh yes," I said, "we came here to talk to you about something, but apparently you're busy."   

"I'm not busy at all." He said. I looked over at the receptionist and she rolled her eyes.   

"Great!" I said. Then he led us to the elevator. Just as we were about to walk into his office I heard a familiar voice calling me. I looked over the balcony to see the receptionist waving at me annoyed.  

"My phone." She said.   

"Oh, right." I replied. I grabbed the phone out of my pocket, and that very instant, I threw it off the balcony and watched the phone break apart right beside where she stood. "Oops! I hope you had insurance." I said. Then walked into the office.  

"How may I help you?" Mr. Caulder asked while sitting down.  

"Mr. Caulder..." My partner began to say.  

"Please, call me Jack." He interrupted.  

"Jack, we're here to talk about Mason Fields." I said.   

"It's such a shame what happened." He said with almost too much sincerity.   

"You already know? Evan asked.  

"News spreads like wildfire in business. It's like you already know about something before it even happens." He said.  

"Interesting." I said.  

"And how is that?" He asked.  

"The way you said that. It makes it seem like you know something." I said.  

"Wait, are you here to accuse me of something?" He asked getting serious.  

"No of course not. I was just saying what is sounded like." I stated.  

"Okay, well it sounded like you were accusing me.: He said with a questioning look. '  

"We're just here to ask some questions." Evan stepped in.   

"Alright, well hopefully I have some answers." He said as he got a little less serious.  

 

 

 

 "I will. Oh, and, please find whoever did this." She said.  

 

"Oh I will, don't worry about that." I replied before walking out of the room. As I walked downstairs, I saw my partner talking to Amy.  

 

"Thank you for your time." He said as he walked over to me. "You ready to go?" he asked.  

 

"Yep." I said, then we headed back to the station.   

"So what did you find out?" I asked Evan as we walked into the station.   

"Not much." He said. "Turns out that Mason was never really around that much. Always leaving early, locking himself in his office at night."  

"Wow. I feel bad for his family." I said.  

"Yeah, I know." He said.  

"Wells, Bennett, you might want to see this." Wilson ran in saying.   

"What do you have?" Evan asked. We walked over  to Wilson's computer which had a news report on the screen.  

 

"Major Investors Fight for New Client." It read. I looked at the screen and read the article. It said, "Two major investment companies, Townsend and Hadlee, both fight to invest in Apple since the recent increase in the Apple stock market. Both companies are battling for this investment and won't go down without a fight."  

"That's what she mean't"

 

"What?" Evan asked.  

 

"When I was talking to Candace, she said that her husband was doing some big investment next weekend." I said. "Come on, we're going to Hadlee."  

 

"Right now?" He asked.  

 

"When else?" I answered. The drive to Hadlee Inc. wasn't that far from the police department. In about 15 minutes, we had arrived at a large building. We walked into the building which was filled with silence except for the light clicking of computer keys. We approached the front desk which had a petite woman staring at her phone.   

 

"Excuse me." My partner said. The woman didn't reply. "Excuse me." He repeated. This time the woman held up a finger telling us to wait. At that moment I grabbed the phone from her hand, she looked up at me.   

 

Before she could say anything, I said, "Excuse me, but my partner was trying to talk to you, so if you could listen, I would really appreciate it." I said giving an innocent smile afterward.   

 

 

 

"What do you want?"She asked with an annoyed look.   

"We're here to talk to Mr. Caulder." I said.   

"Sorry, he's busy right now. Come back later." She said. Just as I was about to say something, a tall man walked up to the desk.   

"I heard my name?" He said.   

"Oh yes," I said, "we came here to talk to you about something, but apparently you're busy."   

"I'm not busy at all." He said. I looked over at the receptionist and she rolled her eyes.   

"Great!" I said. Then he led us to the elevator. Just as we were about to walk into his office I heard a familiar voice calling me. I looked over the balcony to see the receptionist waving at me annoyed.  

"My phone." She said.   

"Oh, right." I replied. I grabbed the phone out of my pocket, and that very instant, I threw it off the balcony and watched the phone break apart right beside where she stood. "Oops! I hope you had insurance." I said. Then walked into the office.  

"How may I help you?" Mr. Caulder asked while sitting down.  

"Mr. Caulder..." My partner began to say.  

"Please, call me Jack." He interrupted.  

"Jack, we're here to talk about Mason Fields." I said.   

"It's such a shame what happened." He said with almost too much sincerity.   

"You already know? Evan asked.  

"News spreads like wildfire in business. It's like you already know about something before it even happens." He said.  

"Interesting." I said.  

"And how is that?" He asked.  

"The way you said that. It makes it seem like you know something." I SAID.  

"Wait, are you here to accuse me of something?" He asked getting serious.  

"No of course not. I was just saying what is sounded like." I stated.  

"Okay, well it sounded like you were accusing me.: He said with a questioning look. '  

"We're just here to ask some questions." Evan stepped in.   

"Alright, well hopefully I have some answers." He said as he got a little less serious.  

"Okay, so, I heard you guys were competing for Apple as a client. What was that about?" Evan asked.  

"Oh, same ol', same ol'. Just a friendly competition between two companies." He replied.  

"Really?" I said. "It wounded like you guys were in pretty deep with battling for the investment."  

"Well, that's what the news does." He said.   

"Okay, how well do you know Mr. Fields/" Evan asked.  

"Not that well. I think I've only met him one time." He answered.   

"Well, is there any reason that your company's logo was painted on the wall of the murder scene?" I asked.  

"What?" He said confused.   

"your company's logo was spray painted on the wall of the crime scene. Any reason for that?" I questioned him.   

"I have no idea why that was there." He said.   

"So how do you explain..." Evan started saying before I cut him off.  

"Thank you for your time," I said, "we'll be leaving." I said quickly. I walked out of the room followed by my partner.  

"What was that about?" He asked.  

"You'll see." I said. We got out of the elevator and walked out the door. I drove back to the station and found Wilson on the computer playing games.   

"Find any new information?" I said, startling him. He quickly x's out of the game and went to his research page.   

 

"What do you want?"She asked with an annoyed look.   

"We're here to talk to Mr. Caulder." I said.   

"Sorry, he's busy right now. Come back later." She said. Just as I was about to say something, a tall man walked up to the desk.   

"I heard my name?" He said.   

"Oh yes," I said, "we came here to talk to you about something, but apparently you're busy."   

"I'm not busy at all." He said. I looked over at the receptionist and she rolled her eyes.   

"Great!" I said. Then he led us to the elevator. Just as we were about to walk into his office I heard a familiar voice calling me. I looked over the balcony to see the receptionist waving at me annoyed.  

"My phone." She said.   

"Oh, right." I replied. I grabbed the phone out of my pocket, and that very instant, I threw it off the balcony and watched the phone break apart right beside where she stood. "Oops! I hope you had insurance." I said. Then walked into the office.  

"How may I help you?" Mr. Caulder asked while sitting down.  

"Mr. Caulder..." My partner began to say.  

"Please, call me Jack." He interrupted.  

"Jack, we're here to talk about Mason Fields." I said.   

"It's such a shame what happened." He said with almost too much sincerity.   

"You already know? Evan asked.  

"News spreads like wildfire in business. It's like you already know about something before it even happens." He said.  

"Interesting." I said.  

"And how is that?" He asked.  

"The way you said that. It makes it seem like you know something." I SAID.  

"Wait, are you here to accuse me of something?" He asked getting serious.  

"No of course not. I was just saying what is sounded like." I stated.  

"Okay, well it sounded like you were accusing me.: He said with a questioning look. '  

"We're just here to ask some questions." Evan stepped in.   

"Alright, well hopefully I have some answers." He said as he got a little less serious.  

"Okay, so, I heard you guys were competing for Apple as a client. What was that about?" Evan asked.  

"Oh, same ol', same ol'. Just a friendly competition between two companies." He replied.  

"Really?" I said. "It wounded like you guys were in pretty deep with battling for the investment."  

"Well, that's what the news does." He said.   

"Okay, how well do you know Mr. Fields/" Evan asked.  

"Not that well. I think I've only met him one time." He answered.   

"Well, is there any reason that your company's logo was painted on the wall of the murder scene?" I asked.  

"What?" He said confused.   

"your company's logo was spray painted on the wall of the crime scene. Any reason for that?" I questioned him.   

"I have no idea why that was there." He said.   

"So how do you explain..." Evan started saying before I cut him off.  

"Thank you for your time," I said, "we'll be leaving." I said quickly. I walked out of the room followed by my partner.  

"What was that about?" He asked.  

"You'll see." I said. We got out of the elevator and walked out the door. I drove back to the station and found Wilson on the computer playing games.   

"Find any new information?" I said, startling him. He quickly x's out of the game and went to his research page.   

 

"Okay, so, I heard you guys were competing for Apple as a client. What was that about?" Evan asked.  

"Oh, same ol', same ol'. Just a friendly competition between two companies." He replied.  

"Really?" I said. "It wounded like you guys were in pretty deep with battling for the investment."  

"Well, that's what the news does." He said.   

"Okay, how well do you know Mr. Fields/" Evan asked.  

"Not that well. I think I've only met him one time." He answered.   

"Well, is there any reason that your company's logo was painted on the wall of the murder scene?" I asked.  

"What?" He said confused.   

"your company's logo was spray painted on the wall of the crime scene. Any reason for that?" I questioned him.   

"I have no idea why that was there." He said.   

"So how do you explain..." Evan started saying before I cut him off.  

"Thank you for your time," I said, "we'll be leaving." I said quickly. I walked out of the room followed by my partner.  

"What was that about?" He asked.  

"You'll see." I said. We got out of the elevator and walked out the door. I drove back to the station and found Wilson on the computer playing games.   

"Find any new information?" I said, startling him. He quickly x's out of the game and went to his research page.   

"Uh, yeah." He said.  

"What do you have?" I asked.  

"Um..." He said.   

"You got nothing?" I said.   

"Yep." He replied.  

"Why'd you leave so suddenly." My partner said walking through the door.  

"It wasn't them." I said.   

"How do you know?" Wilson said.  

"Don't you think it's a little obvious? Their logo being in the murder scene?" I asked.  

"I guess." They both said.  

"But that can't count him out though." Evan said.  

"Right. Where was Mason found?" I asked.  

"In Wyatt." Wilson said.  

"Well, if he lives in Hartshore, we need to find out why he was down there."  

"Okay, let's check it out." Evan said. We drove to the gas station where Mason was found. We asked a customer if he saw anything. He said all he was was a man running from the end of the street into the alley.  

"Well, that wasn't much help." Evan said.  

"Do you remember what Mason was wearing the night that we found him?  

"Some sort of suit and tie." He said.  

"Right." I said. "What could he have been doing down here wearing that?" I asked. I looked over at a building about a block away with bright lights."  

"Let's go." He said. We pulled up to a huge night club filled with people. I help up my badge at the door and walked in. The music was deafening and the lights were blinding. I kept walking until I found an office and walked in. Sitting there was an older man using his computer.  

 

"Excuse me." He said.  

"We're here with the CPD." I said.  

"Oh, well I'm sorry." He said. "How may I help you?"  

"Do you know anyone by the name of Mason Fields came through her 2 nights ago?"   

"I'm not sure." He said. "Oh, wait, was he that guy that was found in the alley way?"  

"Yes!" I said.   

"Oh yeah, I don't know him.” The man said. 

“Well, that wasn’t any help.” I said. 

“Let me check my records.” He said. After a couple of minutes of waiting, the man printed out a piece of paper. “Yep. He was here a couple of nights ago.”  

“Did you see if he was here with anyone, particularly a business man.” Evan asked. 

“He was here with someone, but it definitely wasn’t a business man. The owner replied. 

“Who was it?” I asked.  

“Some lady, tall, blonde, looked middle aged.” He answered. 

“Really? When was this?” I asked him.  

“About 9:30 pm.” He replied. 

“Do you happen to know the woman’s name, or any other information on her that could help us find her?” I asked. He started clicking buttons on his screen. 

“Sorry, no can do. There’s something called client confidentiality.” He said. 

“Alright, thank you.” I said.  

“No problem.” He replied, then went back to work on his computer. Evan and I walked out the office and the out of the club. 

“Where to now?” Evan asked. 

“To Rebecca Ford’s house.” I said.

“Who?” He asked. 

“After I asked him about the woman, he pulled up a page of information on her and I happen to catch a glimpse of it.” I said. 

“So you looked at a person’s private information after he told you that you couldn’t?” Evan asked. 

“No, not really. The information just happened to enter my peripheral vision.” I answered.  

“Well okay then.” He said. “So where is it?”  

“About ten minutes away from here.” I said. 

“Alright, let’s go then.” He said. We arrived at the apartment a few minutes later and rang the doorbell. No answer, seem familiar? We rang the bell again. Nothing. 

“I guess she’s...”  Evan started to say. Right before he could finish his sentence, I kicked down the door. “...busy.” He finished. 

“Rebecca Ford!” I  yelled. I heard heavy footsteps coming from the stairs.  

“Oh my gosh! Who are you? And did you break open my door?!” She asked. 

“We’re here to ask the questions.” I said. 

“Um, who are you?” She said. 

“We’re with the CPD.” Evan said. 

“What are you doing here?” She asked.  

“We’re here to ask some questions, if I didn’t make that clear enough already.” I said.  

“Um, okay. Please have a seat I guess.” She said. 

“Thank you.” Evan said as we both sat down. As we talked to her we learned that her and Mason had been seeing each other for the last couple of months, but then she told us something even more interesting. She said he had told her that he had been embezzling from Townsend and giving half of the money to Hadlee and keeping the rest to himself.  

“He said once he had earned up enough money, he would get a divorce and we would move away together.” Rachel said. As we left Evan said that we would buy her a new door and then we left. We drove up to Townsend right after. 

“Excuse me, may we talk to your manager of sales?” I asked.  

“Sure.” The receptionist said. We walked with her to a large office. 

“Hello! Logan Harper, how may I help you guys?” The man asked. 

“Mason Fields?” I said. 

“Oh. Yes.” He said getting less energetic. 

“How well did you know Mason?” Evan asked. 

“Not that much. We never really talked.” He said. 

“Really? Based on that picture on your desk of you two fishing, it seems like you guys were pretty close.” I said. He looked over at the picture with a weird look on his face. 

“Oh, well...” 

“Yeah, we’re going to need you to come down to the station with us.” I said. 

“I’m busy.” He said. 

“Too bad, let’s go.” I said, then we drove him to the police department where we interrogated him. We told him about Mason embezzling the money which he acted to be surprised about, which didn’t really work.  

“Where were you two nights ago from 9:00 to 11:30 pm?” Evan asked. 

“Sure. Got anyone to confirm that?” I asked him. After that, he started to sweat bullets. After that, he explained how he had been at the same club as Mason and followed him after he found out about him stealing the money.  

“So you killed him?” Evan asked. 

“No!” He exclaimed. 

“Sounds like it.” Evan replied. Logan sighed. 

“When I saw Mason run out I followed him. I wasn’t going to let him go that easily. I was going to show him he messed with the wrong guy. I reached out the knife from my back pocket. By the time I caught up to him, we was already dead. When I realized how bad it would look for our company, I ran to the alleyway and plastered the Hadlee logo on the wall.” He said.  

“When I was finished, I saw a shorter woman running from the crime scene.” 

“Are you sure you saw a woman running from it?” I asked.  

“I’m positive.” He said. I pulled eVan out of the room and gave him a look. “You think so?” He said.  

“I’m pretty sure.” I said. We drove over to a familiar house again and ran to the door. It was soon opened by the one and only, Candace Fields.  

“Oh, what a surprise! Come on in.” She said. “Do you have any information on my husband?”  

“Yes, we do.” Evan said.  

“Really?” She asked.  

“Mrs. Fields, you are under the arrest, for, well, your husband.” Evan said. 

“What?!” She said. 

“When you found out about your husband cheating on you, you got mad didn’t you?” He asked her. 

“What are you talking about?” She said starting to tear up. At that moment, Anna came through the door. 

“Whoa, what’s happening?” She asked nervously. 

“Your mother is under arrest.” Evan said. 

“What?” She shrieked. I looked at her, the pure terror in her eyes. 

“Just as Evan was handcuffing her, I said, “Wait.” 

“What?” He said. 

“It wasn’t her.” I said. I looked at Anna, who still looked white as a ghost. 

“How’d you find out Anna, about your dad and Rachel?” I asked her. 

“Who?” She asked.  

“You know,” I said, “Rachel.” 

“What are you doing?” Evan asked. 

“You’ll see.” I whispered. “Anna?” When I said her name, she started crying. 

“I didn’t mean to.” She said. 

“What?” Candace asked. 

“How’d you find out?” I said. 

“Two nights ago, it was around 8:00, I had just got back from my hunting class. My mom was really tired so she was getting ready for bed. My friends texted me, asking me if I wanted to go up to the club. I knew my mom would say no, so, I snuck out.” 

“Anna...” Candace said. 

“When we got there, we were having a great time, dancing, hanging out. It was great. That’s when I saw my father. I was immediately panicked. I knew if he saw me, I would be in huge trouble. So I hid behind the bar.” 

“Where your dad was.” I said. 

“I saw a woman walking up to him. They started talking about running away together. I couldn’t let him leave us! I couldn’t. He said that he never even wanted to be here. He only stayed here because of his job. That’s when him and his “girlfriend” left.” She said. 

“So you followed him?” I asked. 

“Yes, he was opening the door for her when he spotted me. He looked at me, shocked. He closed the door after she got in and walked over to me.” 

****** 

“What are you doing here?” My dad asked me. 

“I came with a few friends.” I replied quietly.  

“Oh.” He said. “Does your mom know?” He asked. 

“No, does mom know that you’re here?” I asked him with a serious face. 

“Um, no.” He said.  

“Who’s that girl?” I asked. 

“She’s just a... friend.” 

“Really?” I asked. We stood in silence for a moment until the woman got out of the car.  

“Mason, are we leaving or what?” She asked with a smile. “Oh, who’s this?” She asked politely. 

“Well, this is my daughter.” He answered to her.” The woman’s face went white.  

“Oh.” She said. 

****** 

“What happened next?” Evan asked. 

“My dad told the woman that she should go home, and she did. She got in the car and left. My dad tried to explain to me but I didn’t want to hear it. I was frustrated at him. I didn’t even want to look at him. I ran off and I heard him follow behind me. When we reached the alley, I hid behind the wall. I couldn’t believe what he had done. When he got there, I stayed silent. Hoping he wouldn’t notice me. 

“Anna!” He called. I didn’t answer him. Just as he was about to walk away I walked up behind him holding up my gun to intimidate him so he would stay with us and not leave for that other girl. He got really scared. I just wanted to frighten him. I told him this was his fault and was about to put the gun down when my finger hit the trigger.” She said. 

“So you ran away.” Evan said. 

“I didn’t know what to do, so I just ran!” She exclaimed.  

I walked over to her with handcuffs. “Anna Fields, you are under the arrest for the murder of Mason Fields, your father. Wow, I never thought I’d say that.” I said. After the police had taken Anna away, we spoke to Candace and comforted her. We told her that it would be all right.  
Later that evening Evan and I were standing outside of the station. 

“How did you know it was her?” He asked me. 

“I don’t know. I thought about what Jackson said when we were back at his office. Remember?” I asked him. He didn’t reply. “He said, it’s like you know it before it even happens.” 

“So?” Evan said. 

“When we first arrived at the Fields’s house, Candace didn’t know about her husband but Anna did. It never really hit me until I saw her when her mom was about to be arrested.” I said. 

""Oh." He said. "Well, you solved another case."

"Yep." I said.

"I can't belive it was her daughter. Who does that?" He asked.

"Well I can see how she got upset at her father. There's no excuse for what she did, but could you imagine that happening to you? I'd probably be mad too. I don't know if I'd go kill someone, but I'd be mad."

"Yeah, I guess." Evan said. "Well, we better start heading back home. We have a lot of paperwork to do tomorrow."

"Alright, well, see you tomorrow." I said. Evan got in his car and drove off. I stayed and watched the sunset hide behind the trees. Evan was right, we did finnaly solve the case, but my work was far from over.

 

TO BE CONTINUED...