The perfect murder, almost.
01/27/2009
It wasn’t a suicide, it was murder.
It started from me on the Chinese New Year, the year of the ox. I got into work and was sorting through reports from the weekend, picking up the phone messages and sorting through the paper work that was left on my desk. I got a call there were some out of town cops in the lobby. I had looked at the overtime sheets, they had a case number noting it was an out of town case, but I hadn’t looked at it yet. I went and grabbed the investigators, a couple of polished guys from the lobby and brought them upstairs. They had flow in Sunday night, arrived late in the day and worked late into the night. They worked with the weekend detective on a case. I got them settled and then found the Sergeant; they were going to need some assistance for the day.
A few months ago a woman was found dead in their city: it was ruled a suicide by the investigating detective. It had the look of a suicide, the feel of a suicide and the case was ruled suicide. The case jacket had been put away, the family accepted the ruling, but a guy had just confessed to murdering her. He was the boyfriend, the one closest one to her.
A second look at the scene photos, a second look at the autopsy reports and a different puzzle was now being put back into place. Our detective had gone over the killing with him the night before. The out of town detectives spoke to him, confirmed a few more details from the crime scene and then they called back home: it was time to issue a murder warrant. He had indeed killed her, the original ruling was wrong. He confessed, the guilt was eating him up. He was arrested for murder, he will be sent back to face charges. He almost got away with the perfect murder.
