The police station was only a short drive away, especially with Jack speeding in his Alfa. Stepping out of the car they walked into the station, wondering what awaited them. How on earth were they going to figure out who was at the scene of the crime? Not a single witness in the house saw or recognised who they were, they had no facial features to go by only that they donned black hoodies. Vera interrupted both their thought processes, saying what they both were thinking.
“I mean, is there any teenager who doesn’t wear a black hoodie?”
Vera managed to comment in between her laughing at the sorry state that was teenage fashion in Elmwood.
Jack returned a quick chuckle, however his mind quickly wandered back to how they were ever going to catch the suspects with such little information.
They continued through the lobby, while they weren’t familiar with this station, their years of experience meant they knew exactly where to find their perps regardless of the building. A uniformed officer stood outside of the holding cells, he explained to the detectives that each culprit was separated into a different cell. While they had tried questioning them, none of the suspects were claiming to know each other nor could they seem to shed any light on the case.
The two detectives were going to have their work cut out for them. They had six different suspects held, however none of them could be placed for definite at the scene of the crime. Worse still, only two of them were caught wearing black hoodies. Jack personally found it hilarious; Elmwood Village was seeing a decline in black hoodie wearing teenagers, so there were at least some positives to be had.
“I guess we’ll have to begin with our ‘hoodies’ first, seems to be these are the only perps that we can try to link to the scene of the crime.” Vera said.
“Right you are, let’s take one each and see if we can’t get to the bottom of this” Jack replied.
They separated off into their integration rooms, each taking one of the suspects. There was no time for good cop, bad cop however; they were short on time and would have to find out all the information as quickly as they could. Lady Livingston was not the kind of Lady that did much waiting.
Vera began with the first suspect, discovering that his name was Eric Davidson.
“This is how it’s going to go”, began Vera. “I’m going to ask you some very simple questions about where you were tonight and what you were doing and you are going to give me the truth”.
“Look, like I already told your buddy, I was just in the town getting a burger to eat” Eric replied
“And this burger wouldn’t have come from Lady Livingstons house would it”
“Look, you can check with the staff in Burger Shack, I was there when the crime happened, go check with them.”
Vera was all out of luck with this suspect, she would have to check up his alibi, but often when a suspect was as confident as Eric, it normally meant the detectives were chasing their own tail. Vera barely got to turn around before Jack’s door opened behind her and slammed shut.
“No luck?” Vera guessed.
“Absolutely nothing, perp seemed to have it all sown up, apparently at a friend’s house all night. I got one of the officers to call and check and it all seems to line up, either that or his buddy really wants to cover for his friend. Worst part of it all was that it took him so long to tell me the damn story as he was coughing every second!” declared Jack
All of sudden, the gears in Vera’s head turned at once, her mind racing with the possibilities and links. Had she suddenly cracked it? If she was right, this meant there was no long night of questioning ahead that was going to ruin her previous plans of seeing how far down a tub of Jen and Berry’s ice-cream she could get while watching the Barry and Gary omnibus she had recorded. She ran to the nearest officer, demanding information that could sew up the case in one nice tidy package.
“You! Sergeant Mustache, how many of these perps came in with one of those call-your-mother-to-get-you-some-chicken-soup-kind-of coughs?” She shouted
“Uh, four ma’am!?” The Sergeant quickly proclaimed.
“We’ve got it all wrong Jack, the case of Corona never existed, Lady Livingston had a damn case of Coronavirus all along! It was right in-front of us when she nearly coughed up both of her lungs at us!” Turning to Jack to quickly proclaimed
Vera rushed into the holding cell, releasing the two youths without the cough, announcing to the remaining four that they better get comfortable because they were going to be here for a long time.
She boldly declared “It is a shame you never found those beers guys, cause the only cases you found was a case of coronavirus and this case I just closed!”
Vera held one of the biggest and proudest grins across her face as she lowered her aviators over her eyes.
“Really? Its 2am in the morning! What the hell do you need those glasses for” Jack shouted while chasing Vera to the car.