The Murder Of Mr. Smith
A series of short stories “The Dots”
“Did you love your husband, Mrs. Smith?” The young police officer asked her with a curious, witty smile.
“Should I be honest with you, dear?” Mrs. Smith responded calmly.
He nodded positively.
“Okay. Actually no, I used to love him once but I didn’t love him anymore…” She continued.
“Why?”Asked the second police officer more curiously as he entered the investigating room to join the investigation.
“Long story boys, but he was already dead for me for years. Why would I kill a man who is already dead for me? Think rationally and don’t waste your time and mine. Time is the biggest treasure of all officers.” She smiled at them.
“Wicked people spoil your time in various ways and take away the precious moments of your life. They steal your precious time from you and that is the biggest crime a human being can do to the other. Such people should be hanged for doing such a sinful act.” She was telling everything in a very spontaneous and confident way.”
“Do you know the mystery of the conscious and unconscious minds? It changes your whole perspective about life, love, and relationships.” She added with a pause.
The first police officer was confused at her different statements. Though he was still convinced in his heart that the lady was 100 percent innocent.
The second police officer broke the silence. “Okay Mrs. Smith, but you got the motive to kill….”
“Stop… please call me Jessica. I don't like to be called Mrs. Smith,” she interrupted the second officer in a straightforward way.
Jessica was sitting in the police station for the last one hour. Her husband disappeared two days ago and now the police found his dead body near a city pond. He was brutally stabbed with two kinds of knives according to a forensic report, in the chest and hands. His hands had deep crisscross cuts. It seemed that the killer liked engraving in bodies. The artistic killer engraved Mr. Smith’s hands and arms with ferocious storylines.
Nidaa
