A Classic Case of Murder: Detective Crime Mystery Suspense (Ben and Mark Detective Investigator Mystery Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Well, Carrie Wellington was so well known, sir, and she was known as someone who was loved by all. It would seem to me that her closest friends might react with a little more emotion.”
    “So who’s lying then? Cindy? Melissa? Tucker?”
    Mark looked at him. “All of them? I don’t know yet. We need more clues.”
    Mark took the stills from the technician and stared at them. He was impressed. The photo had obviously been blown up from the original version but it was quite clear. “This is good, Shane. You are good at your job, aren’t you?”
    “Thank you, sir. As you can see, he was looking all around him before he got in the car. On the video, he walks past the car twice, kind of circling the block. We think he was deciding whether or not he wanted to get in. Finally, he did. Before he did, he looked toward the camera, not seeing it, and got in. We didn’t notice that he looked directly at the camera at all. We don’t think he knew it was there.”
    “That’s a lucky break for us then, isn’t it?” Mark said. He looked over at Ben, who nodded as he took the photos from Mark. “Thank you for your hard work, Shane. We will take these copies now, if you don’t mind.”
    “They’re all yours, Inspector. Good luck.”
    “Yes.”
    Ben gave Shane a nod as he went past, which was returned. Shane swiveled back around to face his computer, leaning forward to look at something on his screen.

Chapter Four
    They were seated at their desks, looking through documents from Carrie’s house when another technician from the forensics lab approached Mark with a clipboard and some papers.
    “Inspector, here’s the documents you requested. The fingerprints found in the car were not in AFIS. The perpetrator hasn’t been fingerprinted. And the murder weapon has been narrowed down to a guitar string. Specifically the ‘E’ string.”
    Mark frowned. “A guitar string?”
    “Yes, sir. From an acoustic guitar.”
    Mark and Ben looked at each other.
    Ben shook his head. “I’ve got nothing, sir.”
    Mark shook his head. “Me neither. But we have a face and the murder weapon. That’s a good thing. Did you find anything useful in the papers from Carrie’s lockbox?”
    “Well, it looks like a good majority of her money is going to Cindy Lockhart. She did leave a small amount for Melissa and Tucker. Nothing for Jackie, who seems to be the odd man out here. Or woman as the case may be.”
    “Hmmm.” Mark contemplated Ben’s words.
    “I still can’t get Jackie on the phone. And Tucker said she was moving away. She may have already gone.”
    “Keep calling. We need to at least find her.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    They walked up the steps quickly. Mark lifted his hand but before he could knock, the big door opened and Melissa beckoned to them. “Come in, inspectors! I was just about to call you and saw you coming up the porch. I think I know where I saw the man in the bar before.”
    “Before you say anything, Ms. Gilmore, please have a look at this photograph. Is this the man you saw in the bar?”
    Melissa took the photos from him. Her eyes opened wide and she looked up at him with a fearful look. “That is him! Is he…is he getting into her car? Oh!” She suddenly looked angry, which did not mix well with the joyful look that usually resided naturally on her face. Her small eyes narrowed and she gestured with the photographs. “Please…come in. You have to see this.”
    She had apparently been searching her own house for something because when they went into the den where they had been before, there were books and papers pulled out of drawers and spread around everywhere.
    “Excuse the mess.” She said. “I was trying to find my scrapbook. You wouldn’t believe how much paper and books I’ve collected over the years. You’d think I was the writer! But I just love to read, so I have all of this here. There’s Carrie’s other works.” She pointed proudly to a shelf high on the wall that displayed all seven of