Chapter 2: Chapter Two - Ray Barnett

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

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He tapped his fingers against the window, waiting. It seemed like he had been waiting for hours until the medical examiner arrived. Hearing the click of a camera, he turned his head. His eyes narrowed at the man that was crouched over the body. He definitely wasn’t part of the team.

He watched as people crowded around the body. None of them had told the camera man to leave. None of them seemed to even notice he was there. All eyes were on the corpse lying in front of them, and the knife wound in his chest.

“What took you so long?” Ray asked, addressing the man who had lumbered in with a black bag. He regarded his speaker slowly before opening his mouth.

“Traffic,” he muttered as he sat his bag down. “What are all of these people doing in the house? Didn’t Captain Lowe give specific instructions for them to wait outside?”

 “Since when has any one of us really liked to be on the outside when a grisly crime happens?” Ray’s green eyes narrowed as he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “It’s getting crowded in here!” he shouted, hoping to catch attention.

One of his men looked up, brown eyes curious.

“Did you say something, Ray?”

“This room is not that big, Detective Rankin. I want you and the coroner to stay. The rest of you wait outside, please, and I don’t mean outside this room either. Leave the house.”

After some protests and a few choice words, the room was clear, except for the two that were requested to stay behind. He particularly wanted the man with the camera gone. Something about the man bothered Ray.

What kind of newspaper would want photos of a dead body? That alone didn’t make sense. As Ray crouched down beside the old man, he grabbed the latex gloves from around his belt and put them on. Then he searched the body.

“His name is Clyde Shaw,” Rankin said.

Ray turned his head slightly. “Yes, I know that. What’s your point?”

“Well, you’re looking for a wallet, aren’t you?”

“Very good, Rankin. Now, what’s generally inside a kitchen? Come on; name an appliance you can think of. I bet you’ll get that one too.”

Behind him, Milo muttered to himself.

“Speak up, I can’t hear you.”

“I asked what you were looking for,” Milo said.

“Something that will help us,” Ray muttered more to himself than anyone else. “Say, Jeff, have you got anything on your end?”

Jeff Palmer shook his head. “All I’ve got right now, sir, is the cause of death. But since that’s obvious, I’m not sure what else I’m supposed to be looking for.”

“There’s something here that isn’t right,” Ray said, shaking his shaggy hair from his eyes. He looked at the way Clyde Shaw had fallen and bit his lip. “Something doesn’t add up.”

“Of course it doesn’t,” Milo mumbled. “Since when does a murder scene make sense, Ray?”

“I’m not saying this doesn’t make sense, Rankin. Murder makes sense for the person committing it. What I’m saying is that the right thing is not always the obvious thing.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.” It was Jeff who spoke, which surprised Ray. “I’ve seen my share of murder scenes before, Detective Barnett, and this one looks like all the rest.”

“Have you been able to locate his daughter?” Ray asked, eyeing Milo. “We know she was coming here soon. She left him a message last night after he was killed.”

Milo tugged a hand through his dark hair, brown eyes wide. “No, sir,” he said, shaking his head. “I tried her cell but it’s off. Chances are she’s on her way.”

Ray stood and went to the window. Light streamed in, falling across his face as he spoke softly.

“This isn’t the type of welcome she deserves.”





Ray drove back to the station alone. He needed time to think. Something about this case was different, personal. His mind told him to drop it, that it was nothing, that he was being paranoid. But his gut said to go back to that house and look around.

The Shaw home was a mile away and Milo was in front of him. If Ray had stopped at the next light and turned around, Milo would notice. Before Ray could decide what to do, however, his cell phone rang. He glanced at the screen, didn’t recognize the number, but answered anyway.


There was a shimmer of static on the other end, then a female voice said, “May I speak to Detective Barnett, please?”

“Barnett speaking. Might I ask who this is?”

“This is Hayley Shaw. You called me about my father, Clyde. Did something happen to him?”

Ray froze in mid sentence and nearly caused a car accident before he slammed on his brakes. The car in front of him was Milo’s black Ford. He honked and Ray could see his middle finger go up. He stared down at his phone and put it back to his ear.

“Are you still there?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m here. What happened?"

“There was almost a car accident,” Ray murmured."How did you get this number?"

“Oh.” Hayley seemed surprised he asked. “One of your men gave it to me. Detective Rankin.”

“Of course he did.” Ray nodded. Then he thought of something. “When I asked if he reached you, he said your cell was off.”

“He left a message for me to call you personally.”

“Never mentioned it to me.”

“Maybe he doesn’t like you.” Hayley laughed; it was weak. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be making jokes. Can I meet you somewhere to talk?”

“Are you in town yet? If so, I could give you directions to the precinct.”

“Detective Barnett,” Hayley mumbled, “I lived here for most of my life. I think I can get to the station fine on my own.” She laughed again. It sounded a little better than the first time.

He nodded, and then realizing she couldn’t see the action, he said, “I’ll meet you there. Call me when you’re close.”

“Goodbye, Detective.”

Ray found himself holding a dead line. As he came to stop in front of the station, he watched Milo get out of his car and come to the window.

“What happened back there?” he asked.

Ray inclined his head and lifted his phone. “That was Hayley Shaw. She’s coming in.”

“Oh yeah?” Milo said. “That’s good then, right? I mean it’s another step in the right direction.”

“Let’s hope so,” Ray said as he opened the door and got out, slamming it behind him.

Submitted: May 30, 2010

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The font's better over here :D
Write more please!!!

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Yaay. Can do! xD

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