First impressions revised

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Detective Ramirez paced the room. The four newspaper articles were stacked neatly on the large round conference table in front of the chair Chief Black would be sitting on in the next twenty minutes. Edith Black was a petite woman with a large build, but the ease with which she carried her body reinforced her obvious comfort with command.

Submitted: March 29, 2009

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First impressions revised
Detective Ramirez paced the room. The four newspaper articles were stacked neatly on the large round conference table in front of the chair Chief Black would be sitting on in the next twenty minutes. Edith Black was a petite woman with a large build, but the ease with which she carried her body reinforced her obvious comfort with command. Along side her would come the Mayor, Inspector Harrington and Detective Valtz. Ramirez double checked everything was neat and in place. That was her habit. Black coffee for the mayor, no sugar, a latte for Harrington, hot chocolate for Valtz and a cappuccino for Chief Black. Had she brought all four newspaper articles? Yes. A notepad and a pen in her pocket? Yes. Everything was in place, topped of with a pile of Chocolate Bourbons in the middle of the table. Relaxed, Ramirez looked out of the large windows onto Islington. Everyone was busy Christmas shopping, even from up there Ramirez could see the bright Christmas lights! It was just gone three o’clock when Ramirez heard a knock on the door. It was Chief Black. Without any delay Chief Black made her way into the room with a stern look on her sour face. Her hair was messily cut and her fashion sense was hardly attractive- even for a business woman. In silence she sat at her place and scanned the newspaper articles, her face expression never changing. Not long after that Harrington and Valtz entered along side the mayor. Once everyone had sat down there was an awkward silence. No one on that table liked anyone else on the same table, in fact the only thing they had in common was their fear of Black. For example they addressed the obscure woman only as “Chief Black” never just “Chief” or “Black” and defiantly never “Edith”! Of course she was the first to speak. Her voice was powerful and scorning “4 deaths in one week, two of them accidents, one of them a murder/suicide and the other a plain murder but Ramirez seems to of found a fault in our suggestions, over to you- Ramirez.” She said with an obvious hint of sarcasm in her voice. Before Ramirez could say anything the mayor interrupted “Let’s go over the details before we doubt Lorna’s enquiry” He said abruptly- Lorna meaning Ramirez. All eyes turned to Valtz; he cleared his throat and carried on.
 
Whilst Valtz and Harrington babbled on about the crime scenes and what was in the press Ramirez reminisced what had happened. On the fourteenth of December she had received a call from the DA about a homicidal accident by the city river. Hastily Ramirez had made her way down to the scene almost regrettably for she had to leave halfway through the last episode of Heroes. Seventeen minutes later she had arrived; the area had already been marked off and contaminated by Valtz’s rival team. Smugly he had walked up to her, head high and announced- “Simple, an accident, Tony had tried to cross the river using that rope,” he indicated the rope with his long bony finger “But it was worn from the times he had used it before and he dropped in.”. Easily enough anyone would have accepted that but Ramirez knew that Valtz was prone to making silly mistakes- things not many people would notice. She went off to check for details. The first things, and the simple things that Ramirez went over seemed to fit to Valtz’s description but something caught her eye. Tony Reinhold was an eleven year-old boy and he was mentally disabled. His parents had put him up for adoption on more than five occasions and had even just left him on the streets as a baby! It didn’t seem right. Tony’s dad – Mr Felix Reinhold was a security guard at Jeremiah’s bookshop a small shop on the outskirts of Islington and his mum – Sonia Reinhold was a successful entrepreneur who owned her own manor with butlers and what not. Her thoughts were abruptly stopped as Valtz got to a point where he was mentioning the details of the rope.
 
“The rope was in perfect condition and-“his sentence was interrupted by Ramirez “So it was either a suicide or a murder for if he had tied that rope before that week- and his parents had confirmed that they had tied that rope with him five years ago, the crossbeam where they had tied it would have been worn and it was not.” There was another awkward silence but Ramirez liked this silence because it meant that no one could argue that her statement was wrong.
 
Chief Black went on to read her notes of the second ‘accident’. “Sean Dock and his fiancée Dana Brandon have both been arrested on several occasions before for drink driving and passing the speed limit, on the fifteenth, as you know, the roads were very icy and the newly engaged were unfortunately speeding-again and their car skidded and overturned and as that happened, the top half of their bodies were lunged forward at such speed that their heads were chopped off by the top of their windscreen for they were driving an open top convertible!” Yet again there was another simple flaw in her notes “Skid-marks.” Were Ramirez’s only words but everyone else looked confused so she carried on “There were no skid-marks, obviously, unless it was suicide- which is virtually impossible there would have been skid-marks because when they realised the car was out of control they would have tried to brake and created skid marks!” By the end of that sentence Ramirez was literally shouting, it was so obvious! How could they miss it? That same silence came again- unbreakable.
 
Lorna Ramirez went on to explain the third death herself, an apparent murder/suicide: “Tanya Gilding and Larry Gilding were a married couple; they were both found dead at quarter to midnight on the fifteenth in their small flat in Islington centre by the occupant of the flat block on the right to them, she heard screaming and banging and then the shot of a gun. The police got there at five to and the first impression was a murder suicide. Tanya was on the floor, her back to the door and handcuffed, at a closer look you could see severe marks on her neck and underneath her was a rope which has been forensically proved to be the one she has been strangled with. As for Larry he was found with a dum-dum gun by his side, his fingerprints on it, so it had seemed that he had killed himself. The bullet had been entered in his mouth and the exit was at the top of his head. You see though the problem is that the rope marks were the only wounds on Tanya, and only marks of any kind so if she had been handcuffed first she would have struggled and there would be marks on her wrists, and if Larry had been knocked out first the damage could have easily been covered up with the wounds of a bullet.” No one could argue with that either.
 
Finally all Ramirez had to do was explain the fourth murder and her conclusion but Harrington interrupted.
“Well, what about the murder of Jack Harting?” Enquired Harrington suspiciously and doubtingly. “My only fault is who the perpetrator really is!” Was Ramirez’s simple answer. “But why? Kirk Gales is the murderer and that was an easy thing to figure?” said Valtz- completely confused. Harrington went on to explain; “There is no reason to be confused, this is what I found- as I went in I was escorted to the scene by the security guard who had caught Mr Gales, I saw that Jack had been painting a sign with his left hand. We had figured that Kirk was the culprit because he was in at that time and Jack had written his name with his own blood. Easy.” But it wasn’t. “Indeed,” agreed Ramirez “However, in the interrogation room Kirk told me that he had entered to confirm a publication with Jack’s wife Risella, and when we got in touch with Risella she confirmed she was expecting that. Unfortunately she was in Heathrow at the time. Gales then went into the toilets to wash the paint of his shoes- which I could see was still there and five minutes later the security guard grabbed him. I think that the murderer was the security guard was the culprit because the name had been written with Jack’s right hand and as we all saw he was left handed, and Kirk would of certainly not of written that himself.” Valtz was about to argue back but decided not to, it was Chief Black that ruined Ramirez’s theory. “Well, that must mean that the murders were connected?” She scorned, thinking smugly that she was right and Ramirez was wrong. Her smug and annoying face and tone annoyed Ramirez to the brink of shouting. Challenging the chief was not a good idea. “Well, of course! It’s not hard to figure! ALL WE NEED TO DO NOW IS FIND THE CULPRIT!” Everyone except the chief had flinched back at Ramirez’s lash out. “Ok,” Said the chief, satisfied “I will leave that job to you,” Then, with a click of her fingers the rest made their way out of the room.
Janine was bored, it was five o’clock, Lorna must be back by now. Excitedly she picked up the phone and dialled in Lorna’s number. “Hello, who’s speaking?” Lorna sounded weary. “Hi! It’s Janine, how’d it go?” She asked, hoping to cheer her best friend up. “Oh! Oh! I just had a brilliant idea!” Lorna went on to explain how Janine needed to help her solve the crime scene; she’d get paid good money. That was all she needed, they were going to meet at the coffee shop in fifteen minutes!
 
Lorna Ramirez made her way into the centre of town. She closed her eyes and let her senses lead the way; she was on the right street. This was her favourite game. She didn’t bump into anyone but a little father down she could smell bitter coffee. She opened her eyes and saw the big red sign Le manger- a French internet café. A classy choice thought Lorna Sarcastically. Janine was already there. Janine started to talk “Tony Reinhold, his parents had tried to get rid of him since they found out he was mentally disabled, a week before his death, they were told they were not allowed to put him up for adoption anymore, then he dies- supposedly murdered. Jack Harting- you think it was the security guard – Guess who the security guard is?” Janine cut off her sentence and they both chorused in the same name together “Felix Reinhold!” Then Lorna took over to explain the next two, they weren’t so simple “Larry was Sonia’s ex, the day before they were going to get married Larry ran off with Tanya- a model! The same was for Dana and Felix, though this all happened the year before Tony was born! Also, before becoming a security guard at a bookshop Felix was the head of a partition against mixed-race people in England, Jack Harting was mixed race! So it must be-“Said Lorna excitedly and Janine didn’t hesitate to join in the next sentence “Felix and Sonia Reinhold!”
 
The press 20th December
First impression revised
Last night Mr and Mrs Reinhold admitted to murdering six people including their own son! They do not appear to be sorry and have been submitted into Jail for life. The person to thank for this is Miss Lorna Ramirez a former detective who is now appointed as chief and commissioner… full story shown on page 4.
 


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