“Eve, what do you think of the suspect?” A man in his early thirties with brown hair asked calmly to a woman who was only a few years younger. The frame of his glasses gleamed when light hit it. He reflexively turned away from the source of the radiance. The night was young. “If I were to paint him, gray, perhaps? Why are you asking me this, Harrison?” Eve, the wavy blonde girl, gave a chuckle as she nudged her partner with her elbow as they left shoes marks on the thin snow. As if their winter coats were not enough, they hugged themselves to keep their warmth as they proceeded into an alley which was filled with crates which were perfect to hide. “I’m asking about our job.” Harrison folded his arms, constantly reminding himself that he was on a mission and he was not to fool around. He reached into his coat to confirm the gun he kept was still there by his waist. Faint clanking sound of metal chimed from Harrison. Eve noticed the sound but did not bother asking.
“The woman was strangled with a rope, there were marks around her neck. She must have struggled so the suspect pushed her off the balcony resulting death. From information we have gathered, we can assume that the suspect was the victim’s boyfriend. The victim was found to be having an affair with another man so, the suspect who used to be a drug-addict lost control and killed her.” Eve kept her eyes on a man outside the alley who seemed to be trembling in extreme fear in front of a convenience store. “An empty gun was found under the sofa when I searched the apartment this morning.” Harrison raised his arm to check his watch and saw it was nine in the evening. He heaved a sigh. The gun looks like our training gun. “An empty gun?” Eve took out a rubber band and tied up her hair while her charming emerald green eyes were transfixed at Harrison. She knew exactly what sourced Harrison’s discomfort. Tony is late. “We can conclude it after we catch the culprit.” Harrison made a small cough. “So, where the hell is Tony.” “I’ll make a call to him.” Eve suggested as she dug her hand into her pocket for her mobile phone. She dialed Tony but no one picked the phone up. “He’s not picking up.” “it’s half an hour later than our supposed time. No choice, we have to work this on our own.” Harrison placed a hand onto his gun. “We’re supervising the culprit the whole day. One suspicious movement—“ “—catch him, right?” Eve smiled confidently. That moment running footsteps came from the other end of the alley. A black haired young officer yelled as he ran with all his might. He looked as if he had just been poured by a bucket of water. He was breathless but his brown eyes didn’t look tired at all. “Where were you, Tony?” Harrison asked, looking very irritated. “I was at the crime scene. They found poison on the paintings belonging to the victim. They release a faint scent which is poisonous once inhaled.” Tony explained. “Poisons in the paintings?” Harrison repeated, eyeing Eve suspiciously. “The boyfriend came to the apartment when the girl was trying to suicide with the rope. That guy went to stop her but she struggled and that’s how she got injured and fell off the balcony.” Tony added. “What about the neurotoxins in the victim?” Harrison retorted, eyeing Eve suspiciously. “No idea where it came from. Maybe the victim had long considered suicide?” “What about the gun? Has it been tracked where it was purchased?” Eve prodded, eyeing Tony’s gun hanging by his belt under his navy coat. “A gun?” Tony grimaced. He seemed rather worried as his eyes blinked faster upon the mention of gun. “Yes. An empty gun was found this morning.” Harrison massaged his temple. All evidences were aiming the boyfriend, his current behavior determined so. However, there was a discomfort within Harrison’s gut that screamed ‘wrong’ at him. “What’s the point of the gun at the first place? And what about the neurotoxin found in puff fish in the victim’s body? Clearly the culprit staged it so that I looked like a suicide. Then again, we know that the victim and her boyfriend are no painter.” Explaining to this point, Harrison stopped going further. He realized something important he did not consider before. The gun was an imitation but nevertheless it was real. The poison within the victim’s body could not be retrieved unless through authorization of usage. “Tony, show me your gun.” Harrison took out his gun and pointed it at Tony who turned pale. “The gun found under the sofa looked similar to our training gun.” Harrison demanded. “Was the gun found under the sofa yours?” “Harrison, I think you have gone too far.” Eve attempted to placate Harrison but Harrison would not budge. “What about you Eve? Did you get authorization of neurotoxin? You were once in the autopsy team before you were transferred to Special Investigation Unit. Surely getting small amount of the liquid won’t be difficult. Plus, you paint.” Harrison turned his gun towards Eve who struggled to remain calm. “Well, what about you Tony? Where did your training gun go to? You were at the crime scene to remove the proof of your involvement but it was already taken away by Harrison.” Eve took out her gun and pointed it at Tony. It was an attempt to shift the accusation to Tony. “Draped in that long coat, I am certain you have extra six bullets in one of your pockets, mister Harrison.” Tony aimed his gun at Harrison. “Care to explain why you murdered her?” “Would you care to explain why you lend the gun to the boyfriend?” Eve glanced to Tony and back to Harrison. “Why did you kill her with neurotoxin and poison in paintings?” Harrison growled. “She murdered my younger brother two years ago. I was supposed to murder her perfectly without the help of your poison. I had a tough time to gain her trust to let me into her apartment too…” He continued as he kept his gun on Eve. “She was my senior in the autopsy team and she humiliated me for being dyslexic. I can’t read and I can’t write without taking up time. So, I sent her my paintings so that she could drown in her own guilt. One day she told me that her boyfriend is going to shoot her.” Eve turned her eyes to Tony. “So, I thought, why not?” “Witch!” Tony barked. “The boyfriend is my elder brother and he told me she was going to poison him! The gun served as an insurance before someone took away the bullets and decided to stage it all.” Tony glared at Harrison. The sky turned black, darkening the already dim alley they were in. The town was buzzing with vigor under the hanging clouds and rumbling thunder. Silence wrapped the three accomplices. Three of them pretended but who was the great pretender?
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