Cold Case

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Mystery House
It’s only Ashley’s first day of work, and not only does she have to deal with a grumpy boss, but there’s already a case, which seems unsolvable at first. With every detail they find, more questions start to rise. What does a robbery that happened three years ago have to do with a recent murder? Chief inspector Kingsley’s team is about to find out with the help of their newest recruit.

Submitted: January 06, 2017

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Submitted: January 06, 2017




Cold Case


It was 7 o’clock in the morning when Ashley got up. It was a chilly Monday morning in the middle of the summer. Ashley got ready, got in her car, a gray Nissan pick-up truck, and left.


At around 8 o’clock, Ashley arrived at her destination. She got out of her car, took a step back, and looked at the huge building in front of her. It was kind of like a rectangle, but with a little square park cut out of it, and it was about five, maybe six floors high. Ashley took a deep breath before she walked inside. When she was inside, she walked over to the reception. A bored-looking guy looked up from his computer.

“Hello, how can I help you?” he asked in a monotone voice.

“Hi, my name is Ashley Summers. I’m looking for commissioner Johnson. Do you know where I can find him?”

“Down the hall, third door to the right.”

Ashley nodded, and walked down the hall. Then she saw two men walking towards the exit.

“I hope it doesn’t – excuse me, ma’am – doesn’t take too long there.” one of them said.

Although Ashley was wondering what they were talking about, she decided to keep walking instead. When she was at the commissioner’s office, she knocked on the door.

“Come in!”

Ashley walked into the office. Inside was a man who seemed to be about fifty years old. He was a bit chubby and he wasn’t very tall.

“Hello, I’m commissioner Johnson, LID. Have a seat.”

He pointed to a pair of modern chairs set up in front of a hardwood desk. Ashley sat down.

“Now, what can I do for you, miss?”

“I’m Ashley Summers. I’m supposed to start working here today.”

“Ah right, of course. I remember. Anyway, do you have any questions before you start working with the Local Investigation Department?”

“Nope, nothing.”

“Alright then. If any questions come to your mind, you know where to find me. And I’m sure your co-workers would be very glad to help you out on your first few days.”

“Alright.” Ashley said, and she got up and walked to the door. Then she turned around.

“I do have one question.”

“And that is?”
“Where is the office I’m supposed to be working in?”

“Oh, of course. I’ll walk you there.”

Johnson got up and walked out of his office, followed by Ashley. He opened the door next to his office, and walked inside. The office had four desks in it, set up in pairs of two, two bookshelves filled with files and the like, a whiteboard, a table with five chairs around it, a coffee machine, and in the middle was a kind of bar, except it wasn’t filled with drinks. It had a phone book, a couple of organizers and some other stuff in it. Then a blonde woman walked up to them.

“Hello commissioner, what brings you here?” she asked.

“I’m here to introduce you to your new partner. Ashley Summers, Christine Andrews.”

After they shook hands, Johnson left.

“Is it just the two of us working here?” Ashley asked a little confused.

“No, chief inspector Kingsley and inspector Williams are out in the field. Coffee?”

“Sure, why not.”

Christine grabbed two mugs from a cupboard and filled them with hot, steaming coffee. She put some creamer and a sugar cube inside one of them.

“Do you want anything in it?”

“No thanks.”

Christine handed her a cup of coffee.

“So, have you ever worked with the police before?”

“No, I just graduated from the police academy.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-five, you?”

“I’m thirty-seven. Why?”

“Just being curious.”

Then two men walked in. It were the same ones Ashley passed in the hallway. One seemed to be about fifty years old, the other one about forty.

“And, chief?” Christine asked.

“For now, and I quote Warren: ‘We’ll have to do with a white guy between twenty and fifty years old.” the older man said.

“Well, that isn’t much to go on.” Ashley commented.

“It sure isn’t. Wait a second, who are you?”

“I’m Ashley, Ashley Summers. I just started working here.”

“And how come I’m not aware of that?”

“Did the commissioner not tell you?”

“No, he didn’t. But since you’re already here, I might as well introduce everyone to you. Or did the commissioner do that as well?”

“No, he just introduced me to Christine.”

“Very well. I’m chief inspector Pete Kingsley. This is my partner, Nick Williams.”

“So, what about the guy between twenty and fifty? Is there anything I should know?”

“Earlier this morning, a call came in from a few workers who found a human bone-”

“What kind of workers?” Ashley interrupted.

“Does that really matter?”

“Well, if it were builders digging away some ground, it wouldn’t be as surprising as when it would’ve been regular office workers. That’s why I asked.”

“Well, it were builders. Anyway, there was no wallet or anything of the sorts around, so we have no way of actually determining who it is until Warren has completed his examination on the skeleton. Why don’t you two stop by to see if he’s found anything yet?”

“How can he have found something already when you’ve just returned? And who is Warren anyway?”

“Do I have to do everything myself around here?” Kingsley asked annoyed.

“Come on, Ashley. I’ll fill you in on the way there.” Christine said, and she and Ashley left the office.

“Is he always like that?” Ashley asked when Christine had closed the door.

“Meh, you’ll get used to him. Besides, I’m glad he’s back to normal.”

 “What do you mean?”

“Last week, he came to work exactly on time and he was smiling all over the place.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“With a normal person, yes. With Kingsley, definitely not. When he’s like that, it’s just plain frightening.”

“Do you know why he was so happy?”

“Probably something at home.”

“Do you know him personally?”
“I know he’s got a wife and two kids, but pretty much everyone around here knows that. Aside from that, not really? Why do you ask?”
“No reason, really.”
Christine stopped walking.

“You really are curious, aren’t you?”

Ashley smiled.

“Maybe just a little bit.”

Christine unlocked the doors of her car and they got in.

“So, who is Warren?” Ashley asked.

“Warren’s the medical examiner.”

“And how exactly can he have results already?”

“He can’t. Half an hour isn’t near enough to get results on examining a skeleton. With a little luck, he’s already back in his office.”

“But then why did you tell the chief we’d check if he has any?”

“He seemed kind of tense. I didn’t want to make it worse.”

“I guess that makes sense.”


About thirty minutes later, they arrived at the hospital.

“So do we just walk into the guy’s office?” Ashley asked.

“That’s pretty much what we all do.”

Ashley laughed. They walked inside, and a few minutes later they were at an office out in the back of the building. Christine knocked on the door and walked in. Ashley followed. Inside was a tall, skinny guy who seemed to be about forty years old. He was wearing a white coat and some plastic gloves.

“Hey Christine, what are you doing here? And who’s your friend?”

“This is Ashley Summers. She’s new. Ash, this is Max Warren, medical examiner.”

“Hi, nice to meet you.” Ashley said.

“Nice to meet you too. So, did you have another reason to stop by?”

“Well, Kingsley wanted us to stop by and see how your examination is coming along.” Christine said.

“It’s been about an hour ago since I spoke to him. How could I possibly have results already?”

“Well, you know how he is. Besides, he was already pissed off. I didn’t want to make it worse.”

“You’ll have to give me some more time, which would be tomorrow morning, if I can get that much done by then. All that’s really certain at this point is that this guy has had two hard hits on his head, but the first one was already fatal.”

“So it’s murder?” Ashley asked.

“Not necessarily. It’s possible that he hit his head on a steel pipe or the like and then he fell on a rock. I deliver the facts, you make the conclusions.”

“Hm, thanks Warren.” Christine said.

Ashley and Christine walked out of the office.

“So what do we do now?” Ashley asked.

“There isn’t much we can do if we don’t have a name or a description of what he looked like.”

Christine looked at her watch. It was 10.30.

“Do you have somewhere you need to be?” Ashley asked.

“No, I was just checking the time. You hungry?”

“Not particularly, but I’d never skip out on good food.”

“How about we grab a bite to eat before we head back to the station?”
“I wouldn’t be me if I said no to that.”

They got in the car and went to a local café. It wasn’t busy at all. Aside from the table they sat at, there were only two other tables occupied. One by a couple of tourists and the other one by a man working on something on his laptop. A waiter came and took their orders. Then Christine’s phone rang.

“Hey chief… yeah, we got kind of hungry, so we stopped to grab a bite to eat before we head back… No, he didn’t have anything yet… No, the earliest he can have results is tomorrow morning… Oh, and he told me that he’s tired of you pushing him… Whatever, talk to you later, bye.”

Christine hung up.

“What’s the matter?”

“Kingsley isn’t too happy that we took an early lunch break.”
“Well, there isn’t really anything we can do at this point, so what’s the alternative?”

Then the food arrived.

“Let’s just enjoy our food.” Christine said.

“Good idea.”


At around 12.30, Ashley and Christine arrived back at the station.

“Hello peoples.” Ashley said when they walked into the office.

“Did you enjoy your early lunch break?” Kingsley asked sarcastically.

“Yes, it was delicious.” Christine said with a smile.

“Good. But next time, don’t take such an early break.”

“Well, we don’t have any information, so we can’t really do anything.”

Kingsley was quiet. Williams laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing.”

Ashley and Christine started laughing. Kingsley, who didn’t really understand what was going on, rolled his eyes.


At around 5 o’clock, Kingsley decided it was enough for the day, and everyone left. Ashley got in her car, and about fifteen minutes later, she arrived at her parents’ house. She got out of her car, opened the front door, and walked inside.

“Hi dad.”

“Hey sweetheart. How was your first day of work?”

“It was fine.”

“Is there nothing to work on?”

“Well, some people found a skeleton, but the medical examiner won’t have results until tomorrow morning, so there wasn’t really anything to do.”

“Do you have nice co-workers?”
“Aside from a grumpy chief, yeah. I went out for lunch with my partner.”

“Sounds delicious.”

“So where’s mom?”

“Out shopping.”


“No, Lisa picked her up.”

“Ah. How are things here?”
“They’re fine.”

“Did you eat yet?”
“I just ate a sandwich.”
“You can’t eat a sandwich for dinner, dad.”

“Well, your mother is going to eat somewhere in town and I can’t cook.”

Ashley rolled her eyes. Her dad was great, but he had to take better care of himself. He was getting older after all. She checked the cupboards. Empty.

“I’ll go to the store and grab some stuff to make food.”

“You don’t have to.”

“But I’m still going to. I’ll be back soon.”

Ashley left the house, and returned about forty minutes later, holding a bag of groceries.

“I’m back.”

“What took you so long? The grocery store is only ten minutes away.”

“It was busy. And I ran into Christine, so we chatted for a while.”

“Who’s Christine?”
“She’s my partner.”

Ashley put the groceries away and started preparing the food. After a little while, it was done. Ashley grabbed a few biscuits from the cupboard.

“Dad, dinner’s ready.”

“What’d you make?”

“Mashed potatoes, some salad and nugget biscuits.”

“What is the world are nugget biscuits?”
“Two biscuits with a chicken nugget in between.”
“Interesting combination.”

“Kind of like s’mores, but with a chicken nugget instead of a marshmallow.”

Ashley and her dad sat down at an old-fashioned dinner table. While they were eating, they talked about Ashley’s work. After dinner, Ashley washed the dishes and went home.


The next morning, Ashley arrived at the station at 8 o’clock.

“Hey guys, where’s the chief?”
“Not here yet, but that’s pretty normal.”


Ashley sat down and started up her computer. Not long after that, Kingsley walked in.

“Morning, everyone.”
“Good morning.”

Just when Kingsley sat down, the phone rang.

“Kingsley here… Ah, Warren… You do?... Well, that’s not too bad… Yeah, I’ll send Summers and Andrews your way… Okay, bye.”

Kingsley hung up. Ashley and Christine got up from their chairs.

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t you want us to go check what Warren found?” Christine asked.


Ashley and Christine left the office.

About thirty minutes later, they arrived at the hospital and walked into Warren’s office.

“Hey Warren.” Ashley said.


“So, what did you find?” Christine asked.

“Something very interesting. When I started examining him properly, I noticed that this guy’s got a perfect set of teeth. So I thought, if he’s in the database, he can’t be hard to find.”

Warren handed Christine a file and he pulled up a picture on the screen.

“His name’s Richard Jones, and he was twenty-nine years old.” Warren said.

“Handsome guy. So how long has he been dead?”

“About three years, I’d say.”

“We should be able to get more stuff done now. Thanks Warren.”

“No problem.”


Ashley and Christine arrived back at the station.

“We’ve got a name. Richard Jones.” Ashley said when they walked inside the office.

“How did Warren find that so quickly?”

“Because of his teeth.”

“Do we know anything else?” Kingsley asked, and he started writing on the whiteboard.

“He’s been arrested for robbing a local grocery store a little over ten years ago, but he hasn’t been in prison.” Christine said, and she handed Kingsley the file.

“Hm, interesting. Come on, Nick.”

“Where are we going?”
“I’ll explain in the car. Andrews, you and Summers cross-reference his name. See if he’s been involved in other cases.”

“Okay, chief.”


About fifteen minutes later, Kingsley and Williams arrived at a local bar. They walked up to the bartender.

“Hello Carter, long time no see.” Kingsley said.

“If I ever need the cops bothering me, I’ll let you know.”

“Easy there, we just want to ask you a few questions.”

“What is it?”
“Do you know Richard Jones?”
“That’s none of your business.”

“Look Carter, we can do this one way or another. You can either answer out questions here and now, or you’re coming with us and then you can lock this place down.”

“Alright, I know him. So?”

“Is it true that he rented a room here?” Williams asked.

“What’s this all about?”

“My partner asked you a question.”

“I can rent a room to whoever I want. And now scram.”

Kingsley and Williams shared a look.

“Alright, people…” Williams started.

“Hey hey hey, not so fast.”

“Then answer the question.” Kingsley said.

“Yes, I rented him a room, a couple of years ago. And when you see that asshole, tell him he owes me money. He forgot to pay the rent when he left.”

“We found Jones. Dead.”

Carter’s eyes grew big.

“And who did it?”
“We were hoping you could help us.”

“Hey, I got nothing to do with it.”

“I meant since you robbed that grocery store together.”

“Oh, come on, that’s over ten years ago. Look, if I were you, I’d go talk to Nicolay Zacharssen. He’s done business with Jones three years ago.”

“And what do you mean with business?”
“I don’t exactly know what it is, I barely know the guy. You better go talk to him in person.”

“Anything else?”

“If we have to come back, it’s not going to be a good day.”

Kingsley and Williams left.

“So where to now?” Williams asked when they were in the car.

“First we need to find out where this Zacharssen guy lives.”

“Do you want to drive to the station for it?”
“No, I’ll call Andrews. She can look it up.”

Kingsley dialed the number of the station. Christine answered.

“Andrews here… Yeah, hold on chief, I’m going to put you on speaker… Alright chief, Ashley can hear you now too.”

“Can you look up where a certain Nicolay Zacharssen lives?”

“Sure thing, hold on a second.”
Christine started typing the name, but stopped for a second.

“How do you spell Zacharssen?” she asked laughing.

“I think it’s with a double S.” Ashley said.

Christine typed it in.

“Man, this guy’s got a pretty impressive record here.”

“Christine, I asked for the guy’s address, not his criminal record.”

“Alright, fine. Geeze. The address is Burnett Avenue 14A.”

“Alright, thank you, Christine.”

“No problem.”


About fifty minutes later, Kingsley and Williams arrived at the address. It wasn’t far away, but they picked up a search warrant on the way. They looked at the names listed next to each doorbell, until they found the name N. Zacharssen. They rang the doorbell. No answer. They rang it again. Still no answer. Kingsley then signaled the locksmith. When the locksmith was about to open the lock, a woman walked up to them.

“Who are you people?” she asked a little suspicious.

“Good afternoon, madam. I’m chief inspector Kingsley, and this is inspector Williams. We’re looking for Nicolay Zacharssen.”

The woman grabbed a key out of her pocket and opened the door.

“There you go. No need to break the door down. Mr. Zacharssen lives on the third floor.”

“Thank you.” Kingsley said, and they walked up the stairs. When they were on the third floor, Kingsley knocked on the door.

“Police, open up!”

The woman with the key disappeared, so Kingsley got the locksmith to open the door. They had a search warrant, so technically he wasn’t breaking any rules.

When the door was unlocked, they walked inside the messy apartment, and they found Zacharssen lying on his bed with a bullet hole in his head.

“Best call Warren and his crew to search the place.” Kingsley said.

Williams nodded, and he called Warren.


About twenty minutes later, the cars arrived. Warren and his crew came in, followed by Ashley and Christine.

“Let me guess. Nicolay Zacharssen?” Christine asked.

“Yeah. Have you found anything with cross-referencing Jones?”

Christine nodded and grabbed her notebook.

“Jones and Zacharssen robbed a jeweler together three years ago. They stole diamonds that are worth, brace yourselves, two million dollars.”

Kingsley’s eyes went wide open.

“Well, it’s pretty obvious that our friend here didn’t have those diamonds then.”

“Why’s that?” Ashley asked.

“Would you live in a place like this if you have two million somewhere?”

“I don’t even have two million and my place looks better than this, so no.”

“Do we know who he rented this place from?”

Christine turned over another page.

“A certain Mary Green. She owns a snack bar somewhere in Chestnut street.”

Then Warren walked over to them.

“And Warren? What do we know?”

“Our victim died between 10 and 12 this morning, but there’s something weird about his corpse.”

“What’s that then?”

“Come check it out.”

They walked over to the corpse.

“Alright, so the bullet goes in through the forehead, then it makes a perfectly horizontal line and exits through the back of the head.”

“Yeah, and? Perhaps he was asleep.”
“I highly doubt it. You’d have to keep very still in order to have someone point between your eyes like that.”

“Hm. Did anybody hear a gunshot?”

“Nope. But the way it looks now, the murderer probably did it the old-fashioned way.” Ashley said, and she held up a pillow with a hole in it. Kingsley looked around. He saw a couple of empty beer cans on a crate which was being used as a table.

“Warren, I want to know what was in those cans.”

“You got it.”

Kingsley and Williams left the apartment.

“So what now?” Williams asked.

“I wonder what Ms. Green has to say about the murder of her renter.”
“Alright, let’s go then.”

They drove to Chestnut street, where they parked the car in front of the snack bar, and then walked inside. Behind the bar was a woman who seemed to be about twenty-five years old. She had short black hair, and she wasn’t very tall.

“Hello, can I help you, gentlemen?”
“Mary Green?”

“Yes. What is it?”

“Chief inspector Kingsley and inspector Williams. Can we talk to you for a second?”

Kingsley looked at a blonde woman next to her, hoping she’d understand that they wanted to talk to her in private.

“Go ahead and talk. That’s Karen, I don’t have any secrets for her.”

“Do you know Nicolay Zacharssen?”

“Yeah, he rents my apartment. Why?”

“Well, we found Nicolay. Dead.”

Mary’s eyes went wide.

“You’re kidding?”
“I’m afraid not.”

Mary sat down at one of the tables. Karen sat down next to her, and Kingsley and Williams took place across from them.

“I know it may not be the best time, but we’d like to ask you a few questions.”

“I’ll be alright. What do you want to ask?”

“We know that Nicolay has been in prison. Did you visit him often?”

“A few times. I deliver the sandwiches there from time to time.”

“And how much did he pay for the apartment?”

“I let him live there for free.”

Kingsley and Williams shared a confused look.

“What? He had nothing when he got out of jail. So I let him live in my apartment and in exchange he did a few jobs for me, like repairing something that broke down.”

“And did you know this man?”

Kingsley grabbed Jones’s picture out of his pocket and showed it to her.

“No, I’ve never seen him before.”

“One more question. Nicolay and this man robbed a jeweler three years ago, and they stole diamonds with a net worth of two million dollars. Did Nicolay every tell you about that?”
Mary looked very confused and surprised at the same time.

“Diamonds? Two million dollars? No, he never told me anything of the sorts.”

“Alright, that’ll do for now. But please keep available for if any more questions come up.”

“Sure, no problem.”

Kingsley and Williams left.

“So what do we do now?” Williams asked.

“I think we’d best go back to the station. If we go over everything again, we might be able to find something we missed earlier.”

“Okay, Pete.”


About twenty minutes later, Kingsley and Williams arrived back at the station.

“Chief, I think we may have found something.” Christine said.

“What did you find?”
“We found out that Zacharssen had an affair with a married woman.”

“How’d you figure that out?”

“Phone traffic.” Ashley said while writing some stuff on the whiteboard.

“Yeah, we found the same number multiple times, so we went there with a picture and we found a match.”

“And does that specific woman have a name?”

Christine checked her notes.

“A certain Daniella Lewis.”

“Christine, what’s her address again?” Ashley asked.

“Crittenden Drive 92, why?”

“Hmm, that’s odd.”

“What’s odd?” Williams asked.

“The Lewis household lives less than a hundred meters away from the place we found Jones.”

“That can’t be a coincidence. I think I want to take a look over there. Come on, Nick.”

“Right behind you.”

Kingsley and Williams left the office.

“No problem, chief. Always glad to help.” Ashley said sarcastically. Christine laughed.

“What? He could’ve at least said thank you.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”


Williams parked the car in the Crittenden Drive. He and Kingsley got out of the car, walked up to house 92, and rang the doorbell. A blonde woman opened the door.

“Daniella Lewis?” Kingsley asked.


“Chief inspector Kingsley and inspector Williams. Can we ask you some questions?”
“I already answered your questions.”

“Yeah, but something new came up, and you need to understand that we have to investigate every single path.”

Daniella stepped out of the way and gestured that they could come in. They sat down at a wooden table.

“Alright, what questions do you have?”

“Not many, we’ll be gone in a few minutes. We know that you had an affair with Nicolay Zacharssen…”

“Is that what you came to disturb me for?”
Kingsley ignored her question.

“How many times has he been here?”
“I don’t know, about four times, maybe five.”

“And did you have the idea that he was looking for something?”

“No, not really, Why?”

“That’s not important…”

Kingsley was interrupted by his phone ringing.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

Kingsley walked out of the room and answered it.

“Yeah, chief, it’s Christine here. Listen, three years ago, the houses in Crittenden Drive were still being built.”
“Yeah, that’s very interesting and all, but what does that have to do with the case?”

“On the evening of the robbery, Zacharssen was the only one caught. Jones was never found.”

“Christine, if I want information we already know, I’ll check the case file. Please get to the point.”

“The cops who arrested him at the time didn’t find anything on him. So he must’ve hid those diamonds somewhere, right?”
“You think he hid them in this house?”
“It’s worth a shot, right?”

“It’s better than nothing. I’ll call for a search warrant. Keep it up.”

Kingsley hung up, and called for a search warrant.


About fifteen minutes later, a forensic team arrived, along with a rather angry commissioner Johnson. He walked up to Kingsley and Williams.

“I hope you have a very good reason to needlessly disturb citizens.”

“There is a possibility that the stolen diamonds are hiding in this house.”

“Ah, there’s a possibility? So you’re not even sure?”
“If they aren’t here, then we know where they are.”

“When we get back to the station, I want a full briefing. Understood?”
Kingsley rolled his eyes and then nodded. He knew that there was no point in fighting right now, and he had better things to do.

“Where do you want us to look, chief?” one of the forensics asked.

“In the garage.”

The forensic team walked into the garage. There was a rack with a couple of unused tools, a small car, a toolbox with more tools, a radiator and a shelf with a bunch of stuff. The forensic team checked the radiator.

“Chief, we found something.”

Kingsley and Williams walked over to them. The forensics handed them a small paper bag. Kingsley opened it, and revealed two tiny diamonds.

“Yeah. Good work guys.”

Johnson walked over to them.

“Is that all of the diamonds, Kingsley?”

“You think these tiny little things are worth two million?”
“I want a briefing. Now.”

Kingsley explained the entire case, from beginning to end.

“And where is the part that you know where those diamonds are? Or the part where you know who killed Jones and Zacharssen?”
“Well, we developed a little theory. On the evening of the robbery, Jones and Zacharssen are tailed by the cops. They want to make money off those diamonds, but they know it’s too risky to keep them with them. They decide to hide the diamonds, so they could come back for them later. Zacharssen makes a little calculation in his head. Divide the two million by two, or keep the two million for himself.”

“So Zacharssen killed Jones? Interesting, but then who killed Zacharssen?”

“The one and only person who has the diamonds…”

Kingsley got interrupted by his phone.

“Excuse me. Yes, Warren?... You did? Excellent! That’s just the evidence we needed. Thanks.”

Kingsley hung up.

“What did Warren have to say?” Williams asked.

“He found sleeping pills in those beer cans we found at Zacharssen’s house.”
“So, who killed him?”

“Mary Green, of course. Who else?”

“But why would she do that?”

“Two million is irresistible for someone who runs a snack bar.”

“I’ll make sure we get a search warrant for that snack bar.” Johnson said.

Kingsley nodded, and Johnson walked away.

“And what if the diamonds aren’t there?” Williams asked.

Kingsley scoffed.

“Then we’d be in major trouble. But I’m pretty sure they’re hidden there. Zacharssen was in love, and that can make people do some crazy stuff.”

“Sounds like you have some experience with that.” Williams said laughing.

“Very funny. Let’s just hope we get another search warrant.”

“It’s a good thing we let Johnson call. On such short notice, and with such little evidence, he’s probably more likely to get one.”

“You’re right about that one. He’s a real suck-up.”

Williams masked a laugh by rubbing his mustache. Then Johnson walked up to them.

“You can come pick up the warrant.”


“And Kingsley…”

“If your little theory is wrong, then you’re in big trouble. You know that, right?”

“Don’t worry, it’s perfectly fine.” Kingsley said.

He and Williams got in the car, and drove off to Chestnut street


“What is it this time?” Mary asked when Kingsley and Williams walked into the snack bar.

“We want to search this place.”
“Don’t you need some sort of warrant for that?”

Kingsley looked at Williams before grabbing the warrant out of his pocket.

“See, you can hand it to them immediately, but then you wouldn’t know how they would’ve responded.” He looked at Mary and said “Here you go.”

He handed the search warrant to Mary. She quickly looked over it and nodded. Kingsley and Williams went to the back. They turned over every inch without finding anything.

“What do we do now, Pete?”

“They’re here somewhere, I know it. Get that blonde one over here.”

Williams walked out of the room, and returned with Karen.

“What are we looking for?” Kingsley asked.

“I’ve got nothing, nothing to do with this. It was all Mary’s idea.”

“What are we looking for?”

Karen walked over to a shelf where a bunch of jars filled with mayonnaise were stored. She pushed one of them aside, grabbed a jar in the back and put it on the table.

“Well, go ahead.” Kingsley said to Williams.

Williams was about to ask ‘Wait, me?’, but he knew it was better to stay silent right now and just do what was asked of him. He walked over to the table, rolled up his sleeve, put on a plastic glove and put his hand and lower arm in the jar. He pulled out a tiny sack and gave it to Kingsley. He opened it, and revealed some diamonds.


Mary was in the interrogation room. Kingsley and Williams walked in and sat down, and Kingsley put the bag with diamonds on the table.

“Ms. Green, can you explain why we found those diamonds hidden in a jar of mayonnaise?”

“It must’ve been Karen. I knew she was up to business that wasn’t exactly legal. I bet she and Nicolay made a bunch of plans.”
Williams shook his head, and held up a plastic, see-through bag with an empty box of sleeping pills in it.
“Are there yours?” Kingsley asked.

“Yeah, I have some trouble catching sleep at night. Is that illegal or something?”

“No, but what is illegal is that you put these in some beer cans and gave them to Nicolay so you could easily kill him later.”

“And what’d you say to him? ‘Nice job, honey. Why don’t you go home and start celebrating? I’ll be there soon.”

“And you didn’t even care about him.”

“No, of course not. All you cared about was those two million dollars, that could give you and your girlfriend a new life, somewhere far away from here.”

Mary was quiet for a moment.

“You know I’ll never admit to it.”

“We don’t even need your confession with this evidence. See, your girlfriend isn’t as tough as you are, and with reduction of sentence in sight, she’ll tell us every little detail we want to know.”

Kingsley and Williams left the interrogation room and walked into the office.

“Guys, we had a pretty tough case here, but we solved it.” Kingsley said.

“I bet that trial is going to be just as tough.” Ashley replied.

“Yeah, we’ll deal with that when the time comes. What matters now is that we solved the case. I say that calls for a celebration. Who’s coming? My treat.”

“I’m in.” Christine said.
“I wouldn’t say no to that.” Ashley said.

“You know how I feel about your treat.” Williams said with a smile.

“Alright, let’s go then.”


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