Before The Dawn

CHAPTER THREE

The sirens of the police cars raided the atmosphere of its mild morning. No 1, 4th Avenue, Sheraton way occupied the officers of the Chesterfield Police Department. The house was in total disarray, and it was easy to conclude it was a suicide and yet the last words of the caller that told of the incident incited a different thing. Detective Conan came in with a stern face, his honeymoon had been halted abruptly, and he hated the one who called filed him in for the case.

“Where's the body of the victim?” he asked fidgeting with his moustache that grew over his upper lips. The officer walked him to where he laid, in front of him was a grotesque, who seemed to have lost his tongue, and his eyes cried of greenish liquid of tears. He put on his hand gloves and set to work.

“He is Stephen Harper by name, an engineer at the Procter & Gamble. He’s 27 and till his death he had no girlfriend.” The officer read it aloud to the ears of Conan.

“Is that all you can get about him?” Conan commented with disgust that spread evenly across his face.

“No criminal records? No clash with someone? No immediate family’s profile? These are what you should feed me with, and not those info that will only babysit me in the office.” He added. There was silence when he finished, the crudeness of his voice whistled the wind and he matched forward while Jackson followed holding closely to his chest the files he had jotted little information.

“What do you think about it, a suicide or a murder?” Conan asked Jackson who was far behind him, he was awaiting a response but he got none. He paced up the passage in the house and was marvelled at the house, “a young boy owned this luxuries?” he wondered.

“Send the body to the coroner and let me know whatever that happened to the body?” he instructed Jackson and trudged out of the building past the red tapes that barricaded the house into the saloon car and drove away. Jackson stood in front of the lifeless body of Stephen with a long stare. He could see the gruesome smile on Stephen’s cheeks, and the greenish liquid meandered fast down the cheeks. He shrugged his shoulders, and he was back alive but the body had disappeared from his presence. He ran outside but the there was no one, the police vans weren’t there either. He checked his time but it had stopped working, and he stood there looking into vastness of the oblivion when a voice called from his behind. He turned his face and met with a man in black suit and a guitar dangled by his side. The man smiled at Jackson, but Jackson replied with a furious face.

“Welcome to my world officer!” The man said to Jackson and disappeared.