Case of the Murdered Boxer CH.1

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Submitted: July 31, 2017

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Vasili stands over the corpse of Malroy Fritz, donned in plain attire, scraggly beard, un-kept hair, and now a sickening depression on the left side of his skull. A horrid sight for fans of the boxer but a rather cathartic view for those who had a rather negative impression on him, of which were plenty. Standing opposite of him, taller, more prouder is the deactivated Auto-man, Cross, Malroy's personal robot, Lights off but still it stands in it's battle position. 
Eyewitness reports tell of a sparring match gone wrong, a friendly fight between man and machine, between friends, ended in disaster as Cross delivered a deathblow with a powerful haymaker. The most fruitful report was from Ricardo Espinoza, Malroy's manager.
Vasili, stomping out his cigarette, pulled out his notebook and reviewed Ricardo's testimony. Peering into the pages filled with near illegible scrawling, Vasili remembered his conversation.
Vasili recalled seeing Ricardo for the first time, teary eyed, hunched over on a chair, pathetic sight, at least to Vasili. Roux always had a sense of sympathy regardless if they deserved it or not, a weakness that Vasili believed should be gotten rid off. Tried but failed, Roux's stubbornness to remove the human element from these crimes matched Vasili's stubbornness to treat victims and suspects as nothing more that informants, caring for their testimony rather than their grief.
Roux introduced her self to Ricardo, no smile or warm greeting. Kept it professional. It would be in bad taste to introduce an aura of joy and friendship on the same room as a corpse. Vasili had walked by Malroy, glancing over the head wound, rather than  gazing upon the state of the victim, his appearance, expression, position, Vasili preferred to construct the victims final moments in his head than let any physical clue do all the work. A sign of incompetence in any other detective but due to in part of what Vasili called his "Instinct" he was able to find connections where they were obstructed intentionally or not, he kept that to himself though. To others he was seen as a mystic, his mind addled with delusion or knowledge to a point where he could tell you what you had for breakfast, three months ago, which factory prepped it, to even the Quality assurer who stamped his seal of approval. Outrages claims often lead to parodies, none the less Vasili possessed a special talent, one that he would exploit.
The two swapped duties, Vasili approached Ricardo, Roux delved into inspecting Malroy's remains, something she had experienced with. Examined the wound extensively, just as he was with surveying for evidence he as as blunt when it came asking for it.
"Mr. Ricardo Espinoza, Vasili Petrovich" Vasili said to Ricardo, as he removed his dark glasses and began to wipe them. They were spotless to begin with, Ricardo didn't know that. A tactic that Vasili liked to pull of. Show them that he was comfortable, at ease, not threatened. Didn't always work but there was always a chance.
"Good to meet you Mr. Petrovich, I assume you want to hear what I told the girl?"
"No need, her notes are impeccable, she'd never leave out a detail rather I'd like to speak of Mr. Malroy instead. Not his death but who he was before this." Vasili said, staying consistent with his strategy. Roux was always focus on the now, limiting her view to the moments before the crime, a tighter scope lead to a much more refined search, less rocks to turn over freed more effort that could be used to examine what those rocks concealed. Vasili cared less, his Instinct allowed him to get a point by point view of the event as it happened, he just needed to find the pieces for the puzzle, turn on the lighthouse to guide the ship through the fog of lies and deceit.
"Malroy Fritz was my boxer, managed him for three years. Best kid I ever seen, had a talent for avoiding punches and making opponents eat his." Ricardo said
Vasili looked behind at Malroy's corpse
"Talent? or was it luck?" Vasili said as Roux looked up with a scowl. Vasili turned back, be wise not to make your assistant, maid, and chef upset, could lead to stiff appointments, a backlog of dirty laundry, or burned un-salted eggs, Vasili shuddered at the latter. 
"No, Talent! That was a mistake, an error, when ever Malroy got into the ring with anybody, regardless of their skill he treated them as a threat. Blink at the the wrong time, and you could end up with a solid punch tearing right into your face."
"Hmm, doesn't seem he had the same respect for the Auto-man"
Ricardo stayed quiet
"Roux, any markings on that bot aside from the serial number" Vasili called out to Roux who had been examining the machine. 
"Decals, mostly, An amateur paint job as well. It's got a newspaper headline laminated to it's forehead. Malroy Fritz Dominates! KO's Ron "Pitbull" McGraw In Opening Round!! Aside from that he's got a name stenciled on him. Cross." Roux explained
"Cross huh, many folks tend to give their bot's names. Breaches Company terms but it's near impossible to arrest everybody who has one, right? That's a Model 3 isn't it. Public Sector bot. Using Model 1's is the standard choice if i'm not mistaken. He certainly has pride and care for that bot, yet he battles it, in a gym full of athletes with such a slovenly appearance.
"He was out work for quite a while" Ricardo admitted
"Doesn't reflect so good on your job as manager does it"
"The kid beat Pitbull, in the first round! That's something to cheer for if your part of the general population, but for us folks in this business it's enough to make you a pariah."
Vasili tilted his head in curiosity, Roux as well, hands behind her back, focus on his exposition.
"Pitbull was a hero, always treated his managers fairly despite his fame, treated all of his opponents with respect. Everybody wanted to be his friend, except for Malroy. He was cocky. In the back if Pitbull offers to shake your hand, you do it. you keep your head down and you thank him for that honor. Everyone does, even the Chairman!" 
"The Chairman takes his offer!?" Vasili said with confusion at such a revelation
"Chairman of Sports Entertainment" Ricardo corrected himself
"oh" Vasili uttered disappointingly.
"So why didn't Malroy take part in this..tradition?" Vasili continued
"Didn't care for friendly competition, he wanted to win and only win. He didn't care much for money or fame, he just wanted to be number one. The first time they met, Pitbull did his usual thing, Malroy slapped his hand away and stared him right into his eyes for what seemed to be an eternity, told him that he was going to destroy the old man." 
"Signing up with a firebrand like that seems like trouble, why bother?" Vasili probed
"Good money. Everyone wants to either see a dream match between two legendary boxers or a complete beat-down of a loud-mouthed punk at the hands of their hero. Latter was more cost effective than the former, just not as big of a pay out. Figured I'd take this kid to the top, have it be promoted as the match of the year and we would all walk away richer." 
"You saw him as a meal ticket and yet you cry, doesn't blend well, you know"
"You have to be a heartless asshole to survive in this business. I managed kids who had talent, ambition, and threw them away when they stopped delivering. It's routine, it's a cycle, keeps the heart pumping, keeps the business alive, when they start being a cancer, you cut them off. Simple really, but Malroy was different, he was the only one i knew who could actually beat Pitbull, had talent and the ambition for it!"
"So those tears, are they shedding for the loss of your champion or loss of an asset"
"Asset? I told you everything you asked! And you treat me like this!? I cared for Malroy did everything to make his life good, sacrificed for his benefit, and you accuse me of still being a heartless bastard!? No more, you got my testimony. I won't talk anymore!" Ricardo said as he turned away, sheltering himself from Vasili's patronizing look.
 
Vasili snapped out of thought. Ricardo was gone, the body was being prepped for removal and Cross himself was being carted off. Roux approached
 
"We are done here Roux, let us depart."
"Yes Sir"


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