The Cleanest Crime

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story I wrote for English. It is about Jaxson Elliot, the detective to go to when there is no one else.

Submitted: October 26, 2010

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Submitted: October 26, 2010

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The Cleanest Crime
It was 2058, just an ordinary, boring day. Cars drove through the streets of New York City. A few clouds cover the bright blue sky. But it is these days when things happen, never as we would imagine. Days where the sky was black and rain pelted down upon the ground. No, never like that, it is on ordinary days like this one.
The police car pulled up outside the hotel. Captain Robert Hunt stepped out and entered the building, closely followed by his lieutenant. They climbed the stairs to the third floor where a woman had been murdered only the previous night. When the captain reached the floor he looked toward the door of room 26 and let out a sigh of displeasure.
“What are you doing here?”
A man in a white shirt and grey waistcoat sat with his back to the door. “Same as you, Captain.”
“Don’t interfere, Elliot.”
“Oh please, when do I ever interfere?”
“Is that a trick question?”
“No, it was rhetorical. However this time I’m here because your chief called me here.”
The man stood up and looked at the lieutenant, “You’re new, aren’t you?” He walked over and held out his hand, “Jaxson Elliot.”
The lieutenant returned the handshake, “Lieutenant Alexander Zane.”
“Alright,” Jaxson said turning to face the door, “You wanna get me in, Captain?”
“Wouldn’t let you in, huh?”
They exchanged a look as if they had done this many times before.
“Okay, what have we got?” The Captain asked as he entered the room.
One of the forensics answered, “This is Sara Weller. She was killed last night.”
Jaxson squatted down next to the body, lifting of the blanket covering her.
“Bullet hole through the abdomen, no other signs of injury. Hmm… Captain look at this.”
The Captain knelt down beside him.
“There’s a bullet hole though her shirt, but no blood.”
Captain Hunt looked up at one of the forensic officers, “Have you checked the body for signs of blood.”
“Yes, and we’ve also checked everywhere else there’s no blood. Umm… there’s another thing that’s weird.”
“Well, spit it out, man”
“There are no signs that anyone’s been here, even the air is clean.”
Jaxson spoke up, “The hair isn’t flayed out, someone laid her down, which would suggest she was dead before she was placed here. Look, though.”
He rolled the body slightly. “There,” he pointed at a hole in the floor. “She was lying down before she was shot.” 
Jaxson stood up and covered her body again with the blanket. He began to look around the room before lying down on the bed.
“Do you mind?” The captain said with dissatisfaction.
“Not at all.”
Suddenly there were shouts heard from outside. The source was a woman running toward the crime scene.
“Let her in,” Jaxson ordered the officers.
“Wait, hang on,” The captain argued.
“Look at the clothes in her wardrobe. She doesn’t have many clothes, she doesn’t live here. She’s here to see somebody.”
“She could be on holiday.”
“No, look in her diary. She’s not planning on going anywhere in the city. She isn’t here to see the sights, so most likely she’s on business. This woman could be who she’s meeting.”
The Captain nodded and the woman was allowed in.
 
Jaxson stood up and introduced himself to the woman.
“Isabelle Skelton,” She replied.
“Hello, Isabelle, what is it you do?”
“I’m a naturopath, at the moment I’m trying stat up my own business.”
“And Sara was going to invest wasn’t she.”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“Alright, thank you, Isabelle. If I need anything else I find you.”
 
She left and they continued the investigation.
Jaxson looked into the distance thinking before turning to Captain Hunt to ask, “Why are you here?”
“Well, there’s been a murder. I would have thought…”
Jaxson interrupted, “No. How did you know to come here? There must have been a 911 call.”
“Yes, did you want to hear it?” The captain passed Jaxson an ear piece which he placed in his ear.
 
Jaxson abruptly left the room and descended the stairs.
“Where are you going?” Hunt shouted as he chased him down.
At the bottom he made his way to the front desk.
“How may I help you?” The man there asked.
“Same inflections in his voice,” Jaxson mumbled. “But just to be sure.”
The captain soon arrived.
Jaxson grabbed the man and slammed his face into the desk, “Arrest this man for murder,” he ordered the captain.
“What are you talking about?” the man struggled.
Jaxson let go and went over to the captain, “That’s his voice in the 911 call. No one entered that room after the killer left. He has to be it.”
The Captain knew that look on Jaxson’s face, “But?”
“But, when he panics the inflections in his voice disappear. If he had just killed her he would be panicking and he would sound as he did in the call.”
“So, we don’t arrest him?”
“No, you do. Someone’s trying to frame him. I want them to think they’ve won, so you do arrest him.”
 
The police took the man, who happened to be the owner, to the station
Jaxson, however, stayed behind.
Another man now stood at the front desk.
“Hello, who are you?” Jaxson asked.
“I’m the owner’s brother. This hotel’s kind of a family business.”
“So you both own it.”
“No my brother owns it, better that way. I have got a clue when it comes to all that financial stuff. I do pretty much everything else though. I cook, I clean, I deal with the guests.”
“Well, that’s fortunate because I want a room.”
“You’re with the police, aren’t you?”
“More or less.”
“So what are you doing here, if you’ve already caught the killer, which I can’t believe is my brother.”
“I’m here to look for a motive. Also I want to look at all the other rooms in the hotel.”
“Very well. I just hope you find something that will prove my brother’s innocence.”
Jaxson looked down at his watch, it was half past twelve. “I think I’ll take lunch now.”
 
The owner’s brother, Hugo, led Jaxson to the dining room.
“Who knew Sara?”
“She did spend a lot of time with that man,” Hugo pointed across the room. “They often ate together.”
“Pain of love can be a powerful motive. What is it he does?”
“He’s ex-CIA.”
“Really?”
So he would have the expertise, Jaxson thought.
“Thanks, and I’ll have the fish.” Jaxson told Hugo before making his way to a table.
 
Before going to his room Jaxson checked every room ion the hotel.
He laid down with his hands beneath his head. He was there for a few minutes before the phone rang.
It was one if the forensics officers, “The captain said I should call you, we’ve found that the bullet was not what killed her. She suffered heart failure.”
“What? How?”
“We don’t know. We’ve checked the body for poison.”
“What if it was a natural poison?”
“That’s possible.”
“Okay, thanks for calling me.” Jaxson hung up.
His mind began to race. The naturopath would have knowledge of natural poisons, maybe Sara was going back on her investment. Although the ex-CIA would have the expertise to clean up the crime scene, maybe she broke it off with him.
Jaxson laid he head back down, but as soon as he did he sat back up and looked down at the pillows
“Gotcha.”
 
He got up and ran straight downstairs. Higo was still up.
“You did it, didn’t you?”
“Did what?”
“Oh, come on. You killed her. Here’s what happened:
 
 You entered her room saying you were there to clean it. You then injected her with some sort of cleaning agent, perhaps hydrogen peroxide, which caused the heart failure. You then placed two pillows under shirt, one on top of her, one underneath. You then shot her through the stomach, also hiding the puncture from the injection. That’s why there was no blood on her shirt. Then you cleaned the room, but you missed something. You only replaced one pillow. When I lied down just now I notice there was something different than when I laid on the bed in Sara’s room. Then you framed your brother. That was the plan wasn’t it. He would take the fall and you would take over the hotel.
 
“Quite brilliant, but only quite, compared with me that is. Oh, and, you’re under arrest.” 


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