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A murder with too many suspects.

Submitted: July 30, 2017

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Submitted: July 30, 2017







J. J. Smiley


A compelling story of Crime and Romance



Hellen opened the door in response to the annoying doorbell. The figure before her brandished a small revolver; it was pointed directly at her head. She immediately recognized her assailant and Hellen backed slowly, away from the door, into the living room. The threat followed her. Without any words or warnings, the gun went off. Hellen felt only a twinge of pain on her forehead as she fell unconscious to the floor. The bullet had entered and tumbled around her brain matter turning it mush but refused to leave her skull.

The perpetrator left smiling, pulling the door shut with a gloved hand.

In the few moments, it took for Hellen to die her unconscious mind put together a beautiful memory of being held and caressed and filled with thoughts of sexual ecstasy, but there were not enough neurons left to complete the orgasm. The dream, like the end of a theater scene, faded to black.


 Chapter 1


Mrs. Kalrath was a beautiful petite woman, 48 years old, five feet tall jet-black hair, slate gray eyes, and a figure that just didn’t quit. So, it is with great pity that I looked down on her dead body lying on the living room floor. A single gunshot wound in the middle of her forehead made the rest of her appearance seem unreal.

“Any witnesses?”, I asked Solicki, the uniformed officer.

“No sir, a neighbor heard a gunshot and called it in. No one we canvassed saw anything unusual on the street. The husband came home a few minutes ago. They have him in the kitchen. He's really shaken.”

I walked down the hall to the kitchen, at the rear of the house. Mr. Kalrath was at the kitchen table, sobbing. He looked up at me, being the only other person wearing a suit, he tried to settle himself.

“Mr. Kalrath, I’m Detective Chase, Jim Chase,” I said calmly. “My condolences,” I added.

“Yes, yes, thank you,” he said trying to control his breathing.

“Mr. Kalrath, I need to ask you a few questions. Do you feel up to it?”

“Yes detective, anything to find Hellen’s killer.”

“Great, thank you.” I looked over at the uniforms. “You guys can help out front, I’ll handle things here.”

The two uniforms left.

“Mr. Kelrath what can you tell me so far?”

“Please, call me Richard, no just Rick.”

“Sure, Rick. So, tell me what you know.”

“I don’t know anything. I came home from work, and the police cars were in front of my house. I ran in and saw Hellen and, and…”

Rick began crying again. I couldn’t tell if it was from grief or guilt. When he calmed down again, I started asking more questions.

“Rick, everything alright with you and Hellen?”

“What? Of course, We’ve been happily married for twenty-five years,” he said sharply, and a bit defensively.

“I’m sorry if it sounds acquisitory. I’m only trying to find out all there is to know. Perhaps a rivalry. Did Hellen have any enemies?”

“No, of course not, everyone loved Hellen. There may have been a jealous homemaker or two but nothing that would come to this.”

It suddenly dawned on me how impeccably neat and clean the house actually was. My eyes had been looking for forced entry somewhere or disheveled furnishing, but now I saw the whole picture. Except for the dead body of Mrs. Kelrath this house was straight out of ‘Better Homes and Gardens’.

One of the uniforms came in and told me that the coroner was finished and removed Mrs. Kelrath’s body and sent it to the morgue. The forensic people were also finished.

“Rick, we’re done here, and I think you need some rest, here’s my card, if you need or remember anything. Please stop by tomorrow and we can talk some more. I’ll just look around a bit and then leave.”

“Yes, certainly, I’ll come in tomorrow.”

With that, I left Rick in the kitchen and walked through the house. Each room was spotless, and not a thing was out of place. I went out the front door. Standing on the porch, I saw well-manicured lawns with spacious homes on even more spacious lots. On a lot that size in my neighborhood there would have been five houses, where here there was only one. As large a lot as the Kelrath’s had they were on a cul-de-sac that was also surrounded by woods, twenty or thirty acres of woods.

I was leaving just as a news team rolled up as I closed my car door. The news trollers would have caught me and pushed for information, but I had tipped the guard of this gated community that they would show up and the owners would most likely be upset if the neighborhood became a circus. The stall went as I had hoped.



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