As soon as they saw her, Mrs. Perkins’ face lit up but said nothing, waiting for her grandson to discover what seemed to be quite clear in front of their eyes. “Excuse me, Mrs Adams, I know that you are going through a hard time, but could you please tell as what you were doing when your boyfriend was murdered?”.
-“Well, Robert and I were not really… I mean, he was not my boyfriend. We have been dating for quite a long time, but I had always thought that this would end eventually.”.
-“I see, but could you answer the question, darling?”- sweetly said Mrs. Perkins.
- “Yes, I am sorry. I spent the whole day at University. You can ask my teachers”.
Before she could finish the sentence, Mike left the room and after a couple of minutes, he placed the chest they found at the theme park on the table in the middle of the room. Mrs. Perkins smiled again. “Could you be so kind of letting me have a look at your necklace, Mrs. Adams?”.
-“For sure. Here you are. Robert gave it to me one week ago”- she said while passing him the shiny golden key that was on the necklace.
Mike took the key and put it in the lock, opening the chest easily. Everyone looked extremely surprised but Mrs. Perkins who appeared to be enjoying every single second of the situation. In front of them, there was the most beautiful diamond ring anyone could imagine.
-“What does this suppose to mean?” said the girl stuttering nervously.
“Well, perhaps Robert did not only see you as a simple friend”- answered Mike.
Mrs. Adams broke into tears. “I swear I did not kill him. I did not love him but I would never mean any harm to him. I swear!”- she said.
“I guess she is telling the truth”- Mike whispered to her grandma and walked towards the door following his grandma on her way out.
When they were on the street, Mike just remembered about the paper with the phone number that they found at the theme park and took it out from his pockect. “We should better call that number and see who answers the phone” – he said as he started dialing the numbers written on the paper.
A deep male voice answered saying the name of the city’s flower shop. “And that, confirms my theory. Let’s pay a visit to that man”. Ms Perkins said.
“Good evening, we would like to ask you several questions. A dead body was found at the theme park and we discovered a note with the flower shop’s number at the crime scene. We suspect that that guy phoned or was planning to phone you to order some flowers.” Said Ms. Perkins.
-“Mmmm… Let me check the register. What is the guy’s name?”
-“Mr. Robinson” answered her.
-“ Let me see… Robinson, Robinson… Oh, here he is!”
-“Could I maybe have a look? This is weird. It says that Mr. Robinson order 12 roses to be delivered at the theme park.” She continued.
-“That is strange. There were no roses when we arrived”. Mike added
-“We had a problem with the delivery. I called the guy and told him that we would arrive half an hour later”
Mike who had been inspecting the shop since he first entered, took something from one of the bins which was in one of the corners. “Did you have fun at the theme park yesterday, sir?” He said waving the theme park ticked that he was holding on his hand. “It is quite surprising that you bought your ticket just five minutes before the closing time. Did you even have time to try any of the attractions?”.
-“What? Wait! What are you implying? I did not kill Jeffrey.” The seller tried to defend himself.
-“Jeffrey? Did you know him?”
In that precise moment, the chief police entered the shop. The shop assistant, while everyone was distracted by his entrance, started stuttering without being able to produce any recognizable word while he started rubbing and moving his hands behind his back.
“Excuse me, sir. Could you please pass me the bracelet you have just hidden in your pocket?” Ms Perkins asked seriously.
Knowing that he had no other way out, he took it out and handed it to her, who examined it over her half moon shaped glasses. The silver bracelet was plain and ordinary. However, inside it, there was a name carved: “Beth Adams”.
“ So, you know Mrs. Adams, Mr.Robinson’s girlfriend. Don’t’ you?”
“Sir, you are under arrest for the murder of Mr. Robinson”-said the chief Police.