The Cursed Son
I: The Maniac
On a no-moon night, in Flint’s city, Eileen served supper in the dining room while informing her husband, “Jen! Dinner’s ready!”
When she heard no response, she shouted again, “Where are you?”
While walking towards the stairs that led to their bedroom, she heard water leaking from the washroom. “Hoof! I’m vexed with this man”, she said to herself as she reached the washroom to tighten the tap.
Soon, she started walking towards the bedroom, crossing the living room, and everything around was unusually calm. Unable to bear this distinct silence, Eileen shouted, “Jen! Are you there?”
Midway through the stairs, Eileen could feel a liquid touching her feet. Looking down, she saw blood flowing on the steps. At once, she shouted, “Jen!” before rushing to their bedroom.
When she opened the door, she could see the man she married lying at the feet of her brother, resting in Jen’s rocking chair. His tooth is broken, his nose smashed, and with his eyes wide open, he lay on the floor dead.
Gawking at his sister for a moment, Eileen’s brother shot her on the forehead with his gun attached with a silencer. As she crashed, the lean, slick man just stood up and left with no remorse or fear of being caught.
The next day, early in the morning, the maid found the dead bodies and called the police. In an hour, reporters got onto the site to inform about how Richard Samwan’s only daughter was murdered in her own home, and the two guards who protected her personal residence in the ten-acre estate were nowhere to be found.
Inspector John was with the forensic team as they collected fingerprints and moved the decomposing bodies. Beside him stood the maid describing how the house reeked as soon as she entered, and John suspected the guards might also be dead and instructed the policemen to check the surroundings.
From how she spoke without hesitation, John didn’t suspect the maid for a moment, and after taking her statement, he walked out of the mansion before a news reporter shoved her microphone towards him, asking, “This certainly seems like a ploy by someone against the members of Mr Richard Samwan’s family. Last year, Mr Richard Samwan killed himself, and now his daughter has been murdered. Care to comment?”
Noticing the young reporter trying her best to make a name for herself, John carelessly replied, “The investigation has just begun. It’s too early to connect any dots and jump to conclusions. If we find anything, we will definitely inform the people of the Carsaw Country.”
Leaving the ten-acre estate that was managed by fifty servants, John soon realised that he had to find security for Eileen’s personal residence and take testimonials from the others. Thinking about this unending process of eliminating each of them as a suspect, he reached the police station in the city centre.
As he walked into his room, he could see an officer waiting for him. Noticing him, he stood up and saluted before both of them settled. Realising who he was, John assured, “We will certainly find whoever killed your sister, Mr Tinkron.”
Knowing the truth as to how the police department worked in the Carsaw Country, Trinkron replied, “Can I be a part of this investigation, Mr John? I’ve lost two of my family members to this unknown killer, and my mother and brother are all that I have right now. It would be a great help if you could rope me in for this.”
Thinking about it for a moment, John replied, “You are related to the victims, Mr Trinkron. I’m sure you are aware that we cannot involve you in the investigation. It would be against the law.”
Glancing at the middle-aged man, Trinkron suggested, “Alright, I understand the limitation, but if I’m just helping without getting involved in the case as per the official record or the on-paper report. Is it acceptable?”
Presumably wanting to bring the killer to justice, John stood up and said, “Let me show you the case files...”
II: The Suspect
Flipping through the pages of the case, Tinkron could see the old documents where he was a suspect when his father killed himself. If not for his alibi, Tinkron would have been arrested on suspicion of killing his own father. As he continued flipping pages, he saw his lean elder brother James Samwan’s photo.
