Got a phone call from Mary. She said Patrick was murdered. Extremely shocked, I was. Patrick was my good friend. old he was, but he definitely worked hard to keep his job. He was a very friendly man, often joked around with us. Occasionally, he even bought me and my colleagues dinner. Good man he was.
Me and my team went straight over to Patrick's house. The first thing we noticed when we were in his house was the living room. Not Patrick who was lying in the living room, but the state the room was in. The chair was overturned, papers strewn all over the ground and the drawers of the table nearly falling off. Patrick was lying on the floor near the table. I asked Mary about what happened while my colleague called the doctor. She told me that she did not know how he was murdered. She had been at the grocer's. After asking her some more questions, we went and spoke to the grocer, Sam.
"Yeah, she was here with me before she called you," the grocer had said. That was indeed about the time she called us. She couldn't have been the muderer. Later, we asked some more questions after going back to Patrick's house. The doctor said that Patrick was killed by a heavy, blunt weapon. I asked Mary if there were any such theings around, and she replied no.
I went into the kitchen. The oven was still on, and there was meat inside. I told Mary that, and she asked me and my team to eat it. Said that after all we had been through to help her, we ought to have a good meal. Naturally I would have disagreed, but I missed my supper and was very hungry. So, I accepted her meal. We ate hungrily, tugging at the meat. It was some good meat. One of my colleagus said that the weapon was probably in the house. I thought so too.
After some time, the case was still unsolved. The weapon counld not be found. Mary said to forget the case. Even though I wanted to continue investigating, I respected Mary's decision. After all, its her husband, not mine.
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