“Tustin, do you know anyone who can help me figure out who owns something?” I immediately called Turstin to ask if he knew an investigator who could figure out who is the owner of specific stuff.
I have a strong feeling that the owner is not just simple. I thought it was mommy, but I saw it wasn’t her when I looked closely. If it was Helena, it would be a big deal to be evidence. It just means she was here on crime when the explosion happened. When that happens, there is a big possibility Archer gets involved.
“I will try to find. Do you have a lead on whom you first suspect is the owner of that? Because if there is, it will only be easier. Just in case the person you suspect is not the owner of that earring, it could be someone close to her or something else that can be attributed to her.” He explained to me. I could hear Randle on the other line and the noise of the kids. Fortunately, Helena was my first suspect. Because of what they did to me, I can relate everything to them.
“Yes, I already have an idea who owns it. I just need evidence.” The phone was just in front of my ear while I was still walking around where the explosion happened. No one even tried to clean up this area again, they just declare that the case is closed. I clasped my hand, looking up, I saw a CCTV above.
My eyes widened and spoke. “Turstin, I’ll call you later. I just want to confirm something.” I put the phone back in my bag, then approached where the CCTV was. How they suddenly closed the case when it looked like they weren’t even investigating. There are so many things that can be used as evidence, then they don’t even look at it. I picked up my phone again to picture the CCTV. My only problem was how to get the CCTV tape clip because I knew Archer was also in possession of it. They are not allowed to know that there is CCTV here because there might be a reason for them to delete it and get ahead of me.
I even stepped in just in case any proof was discovered. Because it was sand, I spotted a lot of tracks on my way back. Because this area does not appear to have been significantly damaged, the traces have not been deleted. Those photographs were also taken by me. I didn’t browse through those sections, but it’s clear that a lot of others did.
I went around more, but I could see nothing else because everything was damaged due to the explosion. Even the warehouses had nothing left. When I was sure there was nothing to see, I left the candlelit and prayed. I will now go straight to the police station and complain about this matter. I turned around again and looked at the CCTV above, which still seemed to be working. It was on a pole, so it’s not surprising that it didn’t go with the explosion, it was also quite far from the warehouse.
I initially texted Randall that I might go home at night and that if feasible, he could just pick up Randle at Ava’s place because I could still be late. It’s now afternoon, and the night will be visible in a few hours.
When I arrived at the police station, people were busy again. I immediately sought the officer in charge on the list of cases. I saw him sitting there and sipping coffee. He looked at me then turned his eye back to the monitor then looked back at me again as if surprised why I was here. I smiled at him and pulled out my phone. I know there is no prohibition on reopening the case because I have the means to prove that someone else is involved, and it is not just an accident.
I handed him my phone because I was already seated in front of him, and he didn’t seem hesitant to approach me, maybe because he recognized what I was saying made sense. He sipped his coffee again before speaking to me.
“It looks like you are becoming a customer of our police station, Mrs. Adams.” When he was joking with me, he also laughed, but I didn’t laugh. Even though I wanted to joke with him that I was no longer “Mrs. Adams” I just didn’t continue it. I laid the phone in front of him.
“I saw it at the crime scene. You said it was just an accident. Did you investigate properly?” Gone is the grin on his face, he took my phone to scan the photos I took earlier. I continued speaking as he motioned to one of the policemen to look at the photo. “Maybe this reason enough for me to reopen the case?”
They are currently investigating footprints and the CCTV picture. They were watching me attentively as I took out an earring that I had wrapped in a handkerchief. I took off my mask first since it appeared to keep me from speaking. I then placed the handkerchief in front of them, accompanied just by the earring. It is stated that touching it is banned since the owner’s DNA would be unknown. However, because it’s already covered in dirt, I’m not confident if it’ll be recognized.
The police officer and the cop he had called earlier both appeared as though they couldn’t believe it. He said something to the person he was talking to, and then it went, leaving only two of us. He took the handkerchief and carefully studied it. He speaks while he watches it.
“I’m not certain if we can still find the owner of this earring. With so many people wearing this type of earrings, we will have a hard time. But we can easily find it if it is one of the rare earrings, and we know where it was sold. Because we can get the list of people who bought it. That is- if this type is limited.” He lowered the handkerchief and then looked at me. My heart was stirred because of what he said. It just means there is hope to know who the suspect is.
“How about CCTV?” I anxiously question. “I used to be the owner, but because it’s my stepbrother now he has a chance to delete it and not give us the clip of the incident.” I lean to his desk. “Don’t tell him what your intentions are for the CCTV clip because I know he won’t give it. Worse is, he might even erase them. So if you can, find another way.”
The officer gave me a kind smile. He appears to be pleased since he has messed up my hair. If my father was still living, he may have been the same age as him. “Don’t worry, we’ll do everything we can to obtain the CCTV copy without your stepbrother becoming suspicious. When he treated you, I have a strong impression that he will be one of the suspects if he performs what you indicated about deleting the footage.”
I gave a nod. After we finished talking, the man he had previously whispered to reappeared, accompanied by a companion. He also works as a cop. Only a faint voice spoke as he glanced at the two.
“Return to the location of the explosion. Do not inform the other team that you will open the case because they were in charge of the case at the time and the outcome may be the same. GO!” After he stated that, everyone saluted him and motioned for him to depart.
I got up as well. He would have retained the earring if I hadn’t taken it. “I will also have the private investigator investigate who owns that earring to make everything easier,” I said as I slid it back into my bag. He didn’t object and simply nodded in agreement.
“Thanks for coordinating.” He also stood up in respect of my departure.
I glanced at the other table, staring at the two of us. This is probably the team, he says. The faces of those men could hardly be painted. I also got out and hailed a taxi. I didn’t know we talked for that long inside because it was already dark when I came out. I looked to see if Randall had a text, but he didn’t have a message, so I assumed that maybe he didn’t see my message and didn’t pick up Randle. I was about to return my phone to pick up Randle when Ava suddenly texted me.
“Randall picked up Randle earlier, so that, you can go straight to your house.” That was his message to me, so I smiled because I knew Randall was home.
A taxi stopped in front of me and immediately told him the location where he would take me. On the way home there was excitement that my heartfelt but at the same time sadness. The day was almost over, but Randall still didn’t greet me on my birthday. I thought he wanted us to have a picnic because he remembered my birthday, but he still hasn’t greeted me until now. I just smiled bitterly and thought that maybe he was too busy right now.
“Just here, brother.” I stopped the driver outside the gate and didn’t let him in. I’m just going to walk inside.
As I walked, I noticed all the lights inside were off. The guard is here, so I know there is no problem because he will tell me that if there is any. As I approached, I saw the dead right up. I immediately opened the door. I felt the surroundings, but nothing seemed strange.
When I turned on the light, there were papers splashed on my head. At the same time, I saw Randall’s smiling face holding the small banner that read:
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WINTER HARRIS ADAMS.”
I put my hand over my mouth because my heart was overflowing with joy. After all, he still gave me his last name even though we were divorced. My heart was so happy that I quickly hugged him. I cried in his arms, then pinched his side again.
“I thought you forgot.” I was still crying and sobbing. What he did was so simple, but I was so happy because I knew he hadn’t forgotten it. I saw the things behind him, and I saw those wrapped gifts.
There were two huge boxes, one square. I grimaced, knowing it was all a gift, yet that small package was incredible. I’m not sure what’s on the inside. I looked at him to inquire, but he simply presented them to me.
Furthermore, I was intrigued by the elongated box, so it was the first one I opened. I still had difficulty opening it because it was so tightly wrapped, but when I did, I lamented that it was the first time I opened it.
I looked at Randall, who was beaming and appeared to have a plan straight away.