Mystery: Quest for Justice: (Mystery, Suspense, Thriller, Suspense Thriller Mystery) by James Kipling Page B
Authors: James Kipling
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out for a walk in Minot forest with his dog. His mother said that he always loved going on walks, so it was not unusual for him to go into the forest. His mother was alerted by Steven's disappearance when the dog arrived home. After telephoning the police, Steven's body was soon discovered in the woods. He had been stabbed six times. Again, there were no witnesses and no DNA evidence.
I then went on to the third one:
Daniel Gibson was seen leaving school at 4:00 pm. His body, along with his school bag and PE kit, was found on Jackson Street in Minot. However, it was not until around 6:00 pm that his body was discovered by a resident of the street. No witnesses came forward, and no DNA evidence was found. He had been stabbed four times.
And finally, I went on to the fourth one:
Richard Cold was seen leaving school at 4:00 pm. His body, along with his school bag, was found in Minot forest. He had been stabbed seven times. There were no witnesses and no DNA evidence was found.
The fourth one was very empty. No more information was given to the parents. That was very sad, I thought.
While I was thinking away, my brain locked in detective mode; something suddenly came over me and I realized something that somebody had said earlier. Then, everything began coming to me. I looked at one of the case files again and realized something. Everything now fit, or almost everything. I had to make one more visit to another person's house to make sure I was right, but I thought I was very close to solving the murder!
"Have you got a spare ten minutes?" I asked Graham.
"Well, yeah. Why?" he asked me.
"Because I've had a eureka moment," I told him. He did not reply. Instead, he looked at me, very confused.
"I'll come with you, if that's what you're asking."
"Yes. I want you to come."
"Alright," he agreed.
I was getting very excited now, and I knew that something good was coming. The person's house I was going to visit belonged to the mother and father of Steven Burck, the second victim who went for a walk with his dog and never came back. Pretty much everything was riding on the answer that this woman gave me, because it was the final piece of the puzzle. Everything else fit perfectly. I just needed some more facts to back up my explanation for all this.
We arrived at the house, and a woman in her sixties answered.
"Are you the police?" she asked immediately.
"Hello, and yes, we are," I said. "Are you Mrs. Burck?"
"Yes, I am," she replied, allowing us inside.
"What's it about this time?" she asked, in a kind manner.
I did not know how to break it to her, so I just said things spontaneously.
"I have one question about your son's death," I said. "And your answer is the most crucial thing in this case!"
"Is it really that serious?" Mrs. Burck asked.
"I'm afraid it is," I replied.
"What's the question, then?" the old woman asked, clearly trying not to let herself get too excited.
"I want to know, do you remember if your son was a keen dog walker?"
"Oh, yes," she replied. "He loved that dog. He went out with her every day."
"Where did he go?"
"He went to a variety of places. Everywhere he went in Minot, it was a new route, because he used to tell me himself that he loved to explore."
That was the answer I was looking for.
"Mrs. Burck," I said, getting very excited, "I would like you to come with us to the police station."
"Why?" she asked, very puzzled by now.
"I will explain everything when I get there, but I can tell you that I have solved your son's murder!"
"What?!" she cried. She then called her husband in from the garden. This woman was ecstatic. I would be, too, because she had been waiting for this day for over twenty years.
"Graham," I said, "I need you to get both Monica and Laura over here. Tell them I need them to verify a few things," I said.
"Monica and Laura who?" he asked me.
"Here's my phone," I said, escorting the woman to the car.
This was it now. I now knew without a doubt who the murderer was,
I then went on to the third one:
Daniel Gibson was seen leaving school at 4:00 pm. His body, along with his school bag and PE kit, was found on Jackson Street in Minot. However, it was not until around 6:00 pm that his body was discovered by a resident of the street. No witnesses came forward, and no DNA evidence was found. He had been stabbed four times.
And finally, I went on to the fourth one:
Richard Cold was seen leaving school at 4:00 pm. His body, along with his school bag, was found in Minot forest. He had been stabbed seven times. There were no witnesses and no DNA evidence was found.
The fourth one was very empty. No more information was given to the parents. That was very sad, I thought.
While I was thinking away, my brain locked in detective mode; something suddenly came over me and I realized something that somebody had said earlier. Then, everything began coming to me. I looked at one of the case files again and realized something. Everything now fit, or almost everything. I had to make one more visit to another person's house to make sure I was right, but I thought I was very close to solving the murder!
"Have you got a spare ten minutes?" I asked Graham.
"Well, yeah. Why?" he asked me.
"Because I've had a eureka moment," I told him. He did not reply. Instead, he looked at me, very confused.
"I'll come with you, if that's what you're asking."
"Yes. I want you to come."
"Alright," he agreed.
I was getting very excited now, and I knew that something good was coming. The person's house I was going to visit belonged to the mother and father of Steven Burck, the second victim who went for a walk with his dog and never came back. Pretty much everything was riding on the answer that this woman gave me, because it was the final piece of the puzzle. Everything else fit perfectly. I just needed some more facts to back up my explanation for all this.
We arrived at the house, and a woman in her sixties answered.
"Are you the police?" she asked immediately.
"Hello, and yes, we are," I said. "Are you Mrs. Burck?"
"Yes, I am," she replied, allowing us inside.
"What's it about this time?" she asked, in a kind manner.
I did not know how to break it to her, so I just said things spontaneously.
"I have one question about your son's death," I said. "And your answer is the most crucial thing in this case!"
"Is it really that serious?" Mrs. Burck asked.
"I'm afraid it is," I replied.
"What's the question, then?" the old woman asked, clearly trying not to let herself get too excited.
"I want to know, do you remember if your son was a keen dog walker?"
"Oh, yes," she replied. "He loved that dog. He went out with her every day."
"Where did he go?"
"He went to a variety of places. Everywhere he went in Minot, it was a new route, because he used to tell me himself that he loved to explore."
That was the answer I was looking for.
"Mrs. Burck," I said, getting very excited, "I would like you to come with us to the police station."
"Why?" she asked, very puzzled by now.
"I will explain everything when I get there, but I can tell you that I have solved your son's murder!"
"What?!" she cried. She then called her husband in from the garden. This woman was ecstatic. I would be, too, because she had been waiting for this day for over twenty years.
"Graham," I said, "I need you to get both Monica and Laura over here. Tell them I need them to verify a few things," I said.
"Monica and Laura who?" he asked me.
"Here's my phone," I said, escorting the woman to the car.
This was it now. I now knew without a doubt who the murderer was,
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