His Conundrums

Chapter 14

 Lady of the Night

"Such an awful tragedy! What a pity."

"Who did this to him?"

"Oh, my Goodness! What happened to Mr. Arzon?"

Upon hearing the name, Sirius inserted himself in a hurry into the crowd of prying eyes. 

"I'm a detective!" He shouted. People looked at him and moved. He made his way inside. Without any doubt, his intuition was right when he saw the dead body. He is Arzon Schither, a member of a notorious syndicate who was a mastermind of recent terrorist attacks in some Asian countries and later moved to the Philippines residing quietly... or maybe not. He was also the man he's been looking for, the man behind the bombing case at Greenville Street, someone associated with Lucas Bouldwig.

He felt a little relieved yet wondered who did this to him. What is their intention? He scanned the small area. He prohibited people from entering the place with a little space and told them to call the police instead.

It was in the kitchen where the body was lying. His eyes were wide open. There were bruises on his face and arms, wounds caused by the broken liquor bottles from the cabinet placed above the kitchen sink. His puke scattered on the floor and to his shirt. After he took an initial look at the crime scene, he called Joe.

-0-0-0-

It was a tough day, and George finally had time to rest, enjoying his night with a cup of tea, watching his new wallpaper on the wall. He packed his things and was about to go out when Alex, his boss, called him.

"George!"- He called.

"Can you spare more time? There's a small alley around a laundry shop on Oakland Street. Sirius is there. Go directly to him. You two are in charge of Mr. Arzon's case." He said while walking towards George.

"Arzon Schither, Sir?" He asked

"Yes. Pack your things and go straight to the place." He commanded.

"Yes, Sir!" George responded in blissful excitement and opened the door to leave when Alex called him again.

" George, don't do any disappointing acts. I'll count you on." George nodded as a response and smiled.

-0-0-0-

"Your beauty that gives the light in this dark and lonely night, making my heart flutters with your cold stares," Joe said like he was in an opera playing a lonely man's role.

"You!" He pointed out his finger in a lady wearing a white coat and red shoes.

"My Belle! My Belle!" He said as he walked closer to her, making her took a step back.

"Oh!" He paused when he saw her did that. He closed his eyes and curled to his side. His hands are on his chest. It was like he was hurt that bad.

The act was almost perfect when he heard a phone rang. He felt his pockets vibrating and realized it was his. He opened his eyes and fixed his posture, getting back to who Joe is. The lady took the chance and made her way out from the weird man.

"Hey, wait!" Joe tried to stop her, but she was out of reach.

He saw an unregistered number called him, but it was familiar enough to accept the call.

"Don't drag me down with your lonely night! I'm trying my best to keep it fun tonight!" He shouted out without even saying hello.

"Come here at the Oakland Street, in an alley to a squatter area," Sirius said on the phone.

"Why?! Is it fun there? It's a scary place, and I don't want to go there." Joe complained.

"ASAP."- He said behind the line before he ended up the call.

Joe scratched the back of his head out of frustration and unknowingly took the path to the place Sirius spoke about.

-0-0-0-

"What's your relationship with Mr. Schither?" George asked Therese, the lady who was at the crime scene when Mr. Arzon Schither was found dead in his house.

"I'm his maid." She said while looking nowhere in the air.

"Do you live with him?" He asked.

"No. He let me go home right after he had his dinner." She squeezed her hands, looked to her right, and was about to cry.

"How many years do work for him?"

"2 years." She said, gulping down her weep.

"Okay, that's enough. Thank you!" He said, letting the lady rest for the shock she went through the night.

Sirius was thinking for a moment while intensely looking at the interview from one corner. He has his own findings, but still, it was too early to conclude something. He needs more reliable evidence. He took a deep breath before he stood up and walked away. George called his name when he saw Sirius, who was about to leave.

"Sir!" George called out while he ran towards him. He pokes Sirius' arm, which made him look back.

"These are my reports, Sir. Take a look when you're home." He said, handing out his notes. Sirius looked at him for a moment before taking it and nodded his head to make a leave.

Twice in a row, George was in the sense of so much joy jumping around being praised and assigned in a case together with the man he admired the most.