Royal investigation / Simons Samuel
 

Royal investigation

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Simons Samuel
Royal investigation
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The phone call abruptly woke Sam and made him jump on the crumpled bed. He sleepily rubbed his eyes and looked at the wristwatch, which he had forgotten to remove in the evening. Like in the evening, he came home in the morning and, completely unconscious, went to bed without undressing. Last night was full of a variety of events, ranging from binge in the bar and ending with an attempt to go along the edge of the suspension bridge. Sam worked a lot and only occasionally allowed himself to relax in full. The clock showed nine thirty. The working day began at eight, which meant that only the boss could call him, although he appreciated him as an employee, he did not give concessions. Morally prepared for the convictions, screams and threats of dismissal, Sam picked up the phone.

“Yes, Mr. Harrison.” — Sam made the most peppy tone.

— Where the hell are you? I swear to God that if you don’t be here in a minute, I’ll fire you! — Mr. Harrison began to switch to ultrasound, — I will deprive you of a bonus, monthly salary and vacation!

“Mr. Harrison, Jim, I'll be there soon, sorry, yesterday was a hard night.”

— I give you half an hour and that the material was ready for dinner. We have a trial in a week, and yet nicherta is not ready! — Jim's voice became calmer. — Get ready and go straight to me, understand?

— Yes, sir. I will be soon.

Sam hung up and stretched out sweetly, letting his body wake up completely. Hot coffee, a morning cigarette should have returned it to normal. Indeed, the court was in a week, and there was very little material. He investigated the case of the missing girl, by a combination of different circumstances, he found the one who abducted her, but the suspect denies his involvement in the abduction and says that he has no idea where she could be. The defendant’s guilt has been practically proved, it remains only to find the victim and carry out the identification, if she is still alive. Sam graduated from law and really wanted to be a lawyer, but life turned out differently, now he is a senior investigator and detective, very successful, by the way. He believed in what he did and almost never lost. In his department, crime detection was the highest and that is why Jim Harrison appreciated him and still has not fired him.

— Allow. — Sam knocked on the translucent door of the chief.

— Come in already. Well, you have a vidok, ”Jim raised his thick eyebrow. “Where have you been all night?”

— Long story. Today I found another clue in the case of the missing girl, Elizabeth Taylor. Remember, the defendant said that he lived on the highway in a house, not far from the forest? So, I found out that in a radius of two or three miles there is nothing there but a forest and a river. However, digging around a bit in the history of that locality, I found that four miles from his house there was an old bunker from the time of the war.As far as I know, it was destroyed and nobody cared. It’s worth checking, what do you think?

“What the hell are you still here?” — Jim jumped up from his seat. — A week has passed since we took it, if the victim is still there, then we have very little time, if we are not late at all. Go! Alive!

— Are you going with me?

“I have to make sure we are not late.” — Jim's voice faltered. “She has nothing at all.”

— Nineteen.

“Yes, nineteen.” Let's go already.

An hour later they were already in place, getting with flashing lights and a siren in order to be in time. The old bunker was destroyed, but there was one whole room in which the homeless or drug addicts sometimes slept. Two detectives burst into the room with their weapons at the ready, but found nothing. In the corner are cut ropes, fragments of a woman’s dress and a handbag.

“Well, at least she was here, and if we didn't find her dead, then she could be alive.” It gives us hope.

“Jim, I will find her, I promise.” And I’ll plant this bastard for the rest of his days. It is not known what he did with her while he was holding here.

“I know what you find, I know.” — Jim Harrison thoughtfully scratched his chin, — call the group, it's worth checking everything here.

For Sam, finding a girl was a matter of duty. He never saw her, never knew her personally, but studying her case in detail, he already knew that he was obliged to find her. Now it was necessary to question the defendant, but first wait for the results of the examination. If there is even a piece of his DNA in that bunker, then he will not go anywhere. It is worth it to squeeze it and he will tell everything.

Toward evening, a telephone rang. They called from the forensic department.

“Sam, we found something, come.”

— I'm already on my way.

Having gathered quickly, after half an hour, he was already at the doorstep.

“Leo, don’t pull it anymore, lay out what you have.”

Leo, an old expert who helped him more than once, is a good friend of Sam and a great professional in his field.

“We brought in equipment to check for stained blood stains and good lighting.” You should take a look yourself.

Leo took out a dozen photographs from the folder and began to show one after another.

— Watch attentively. See the spots? This is blood. We checked everything, it was very difficult to collect the sample since everything was carefully washed out, but we didn’t do it with our fingers. In general, the DNA results will be in the morning, but I'm almost a hundred sure that it is him.

Sam looked at the photo and imagined the pictures where this maniac tortured a defenseless girl, how her blood spattered on the walls and his fists clenched to whitened knuckles.

— Thanks Leo. As soon as the results come, dial me.

“Sure, Sam.” — Leo patted Sam on the shoulder in a friendly manner — you’ll figure it out.

— I know, thanks. — Sam smiled slightly. He had a plan ready and no one could stop him.Chapter 2

 

Sam took a decisive step up the steps of the detention center. At the end of the day everyone was fussing, going home loudly discussing the upcoming weekend.

“Ralph, let me go to this bastard, now!” — Sam loudly called the attendant.

“What do you say, Sam, found something?”

— We'll see. Skip and go have some coffee.

“You know you can't.”

— Immediately! Do you want to argue with me? — Sam angrily looked at the attendant.

“Okay, you have ten minutes.” Go on.

Sam burst into the cell and as soon as the door closed behind him he began to brutally beat the suspect. Alan did not even try to resist, blows fell one after another on his head, body and legs. The cell walls immediately turned red. Finally calmed down, Sam leaned against the far wall and sighed heavily.

“Tell me, how the hell did you do this?” Why did you keep the unfortunate girl in that bunker and torture her?

Alan only crawled closer to the bunk and whispered spitting blood.

— I am not guilty.

Sam was furious again, but managed to restrain himself.

— Sit down and lay it out. Where is she? What did you do to her? She is alive?

Alan was severely lame and holding a more or less healthy hand, his broken head sat on the bed.

— Can I have some water? The defendant whispered spitting dry blood.

— First answer my questions and if I like them — you will get water, if not. Hmm, in that case, we just started.

Alan flinched with fear, but immediately pulled himself together.

— Well, I'll tell you everything I know. You may not believe me, but all that I will say is true.

— Spread it lively.

“Okay, okay,” the prisoner muttered with difficulty saying every word. “We met about a year ago, I accidentally met her at a bar, she sat with her friend and had a nice conversation, her luxurious black hair shimmered in the light of the lanterns, and a couple of glasses of wine gave her eyes a special look. For a long time I did not dare to approach, but then I nevertheless took a chance. My appearance did not surprise her at all, it even seemed to me that she was waiting for this, I was ready to swear that she knew about my desire to meet. When I asked the bartender to pour the same thing that she had taken before, he looked at me very strange. I showed him to the table where she was sitting with a friend, but the bartender in response offered me to drink something invigorating. At that moment I did not understand anything and taking the first bottle of wine I got, I went to the table. She was beautiful, her manners, voice, smile, it all attracted me so much that I could not think of anything else. It can be considered love at first sight. It seemed to me that I found the one that I had dreamed of all my life. We were very good with each other. We understood each other as if we were ourselves. And a month later, oddities began.At first she began to disappear at night. You know, I’m a jealous man, she interrogated her, but in vain. She swore that she didn’t go anywhere, but I couldn’t prove anything, except that when I woke up in the middle of the night and she was not in bed, I met her in the kitchen or on the balcony, to which I received the answer that she had just got up.

“I don't understand what didn't suit you?” Did you find her at home every time you woke up?

Alan sighed heavily and once again spat blood on the floor.

— Found. The strange thing is that every time her half of the bed was cold. Not cooled, namely cold. It’s like we were sleeping on the street, understand?

“Not really, go on.”

Then they knocked on the camera and Ralph entered. As soon as he looked at the prisoner, a bunch of curses escaped from him.

“Sam, what the hell are you?” What should I say to the authorities now? So, get out of here and don’t come without a lawyer.

“It's all right, officer,” Alan tried to smile. “I just fell before the detective came.”

“Ralph, a box of beer from me if you get out of here right now.” And bring a glass of water, ”Sam hesitated,“ please. ”

The camera door closed again.

— Go on. While I do not believe you, but you deserve water.

“So, the bed was icy every time I found it out of bed.” At first I did not betray this value, but then other oddities began. Maybe I didn’t notice this before, but I’m sure that I could not help but notice that she doesn’t eat anything. Drinks only water and wine. In general, he drinks any liquid, but does not eat. I thought she was on a diet, but there can’t be a diet such that it doesn’t completely eat for the second month?

— What happened next?

— And then I got tired of these puzzles, I was scared that I live with such a person and then I decided to put hidden surveillance cameras in the apartment. I wanted to understand what was going on. Do you understand?

“And what did you find out?” Where are these records?

“I'll tell you everything.”

The door opened again, Ralph came in with a bottle of water and silently handed it to Sam.

— Thanks Ralph, I hope we finish soon.

Alan eagerly fell to the water bottle and in one gulp emptied it, twisting and mooing in pain. The face gradually began to swell and talk became more and more difficult, but he understood that if he did not tell everything as it really was, then no one would help him. I had to continue the story through pain and blood.

— I put cameras all over the apartment to watch her at work, on the road or at a party. Plus, I threw a tracking device into her purse. In the afternoon, everything was as usual, she cleaned the house, cooked, went to the shops, but when I arrived in the evening I became different. Cold. No, our relationship was excellent, if I may call it that. She was affectionate, caring and kind with me, and I. And I looked at her and did not recognize the one I loved in that bar. Every day everything was the same until I had to leave on business for a few weeks. Then I charged all the cameras and turned them on for round-the-clock recording. That's when I saw everything.

— What have you seen? Don’t languish already! — Sam was all cocked, he was eager to find out the continuation of this story.

A phone call interrupted their conversation.

— Sam, this is Leo. The results of the examination came. You should take a look.

— Leo, I can’t come now, tell me what’s there?

— Sorry, I can’t, I meet this for the first time and can’t explain. You have to come now!

— Damn you, I'm going. Wait, I'll be there in half an hour.

Chapter 3

Sam didn’t knock into the medical examiner's office.

— Leo, what about you? I was just interrogating the defendant and he split. What is the result?

“See for yourself, I don’t know how to explain this.” — Leo handed the conclusion of the examination.

Sam began to read the conclusion and after reading to the end he froze in bewilderment.

“Could there be a mistake?” Have you checked everything carefully?

“You know us, I would not call you if I were not sure of what is written here.” On the wall was the blood of the defendant, that's right. But this is not what confuses me, ”Leo hesitated, trying to find the words,“ there was still the blood of the victim, but it was rather strange, it seemed that this blood was already decades old, that is, it was fresh, but at the same time very old. We compared it to a database and found that the blood belonged to a certain Kate Rhys-Jones, the sister of Sophie Rhys-Jones, now known as the Countess of Wessex, who is married to Prince Edward. On the walls of the bunker is the blood of the royal family. Before calling you, I made inquiries. Kate Rhys-Jones died at the age of nineteen. She fell from a horse and broke her neck, at least that is the official version. However, there were rumors that they had helped her fall. In itself, she was rather withdrawn and had little contact with anyone.I spent hours in libraries, studied various sciences, including esoteric ones. The royal family decided to keep everything secret and announced the version of the accident. Sam, do you understand that this does not happen? Yes, I didn’t tell you the most important thing. On the wall was not only the blood of Alan and Elizabeth, that is, Kate. We discovered another mysterious substance. Something I’ve never seen before. Rummaging through the archives, I came to the conclusion that this substance has nothing to do with science. I am pretty sure this is ectoplasm.

Sam looked inquiringly at his friend and tried to understand his words, but apart from the definition from a biology textbook that ectoplasm is the outer layer of cellular cytoplasm, which has a higher density compared to its inner layer, nothing else came to mind.

— So you found particles of cells on the wall?

Leo sighed heavily.

“Not really.” This substance does not belong to the human body, but judging by its appearance, this is the very ectoplasm of which the ghosts consist.

Sam clasped his head in his hands.

— Leo, you are crazy. What ghosts? What is Kate Rhys-Jones? This is the first time I hear about such a girl. I know the victim's name was Elizabeth Taylor.

— This is an actress who died a few years ago as an old grandmother. Do you have a photo of Kate / Elizabeth?

Sam reached into his jacket’s inner pocket and retrieved the photo of the girl he had been looking for without stopping for so long. Thoughts in the head did not stop beating on the skull, the head cracked. Ghosts? A member of the royal family who died many years ago? Actress? Who is she? Alan! That's who can shed light on this story.

“Leo, get ready, I know who will help us.” Alan. He has recordings from surveillance cameras where he saw her real. He knows who she is. Let’s go.

They broke into a pre-trial detention center as if they were catching Osama bin Laden. Ralph sat at the table with his head bowed and snoring lingeringly. The door to the cell was ajar. Sam jerked it open and flew into the room. Alan lay on the floor in a pool of his own blood.

— your mother! They cried out synchronously.

“Go wake up Ralph, and I’ll call, oh, you’re an expert on who to call here.” Leo, what's going on?

“I don’t know, but we found out ...” he didn’t have time to finish, as he grabbed his throat and fell to the floor with gurgling sounds.

— Hi Sam. We need to talk, ”came a high female voice behind her. “You have to help me.”

Sam pressed into the wall as tightly as possible, his face turned white with fear and outwardly no different from the face of the ghost Kate Rhys-Jones.

“What do you want?” He muttered in a weak voice.

— Justice. My sister, Sophie, cut the reins of the horse and killed me, and Elizabeth covered everything up and pretended that there was nothing. — What do you want? He repeated again, as if in a fog.

“I will become the Queen of England and you will help me with this.”

— Thanks Ralph, I hope we finish soon.

Alan eagerly fell to the water bottle and in one gulp emptied it, twisting and mooing in pain. The face gradually began to swell and talk became more and more difficult, but he understood that if he did not tell everything as it really was, then no one would help him. I had to continue the story through pain and blood.

— I put cameras all over the apartment to watch her at work, on the road or at a party. Plus, I threw a tracking device into her purse. In the afternoon, everything was as usual, she cleaned the house, cooked, went to the shops, but when I arrived in the evening I became different. Cold. No, our relationship was excellent, if I may call it that. She was affectionate, caring and kind with me, and I. And I looked at her and did not recognize the one I loved in that bar. Every day everything was the same until I had to leave on business for a few weeks. Then I charged all the cameras and turned them on for round-the-clock recording. That's when I saw everything.

— What have you seen? Don’t languish already! — Sam was all cocked, he was eager to find out the continuation of this story.

A phone call interrupted their conversation.

— Sam, this is Leo. The results of the examination came. You should take a look.

— Leo, I can’t come now, tell me what’s there?

— Sorry, I can’t, I meet this for the first time and can’t explain. You have to come now!

— Damn you, I'm going. Wait, I'll be there in half an hour.

Chapter 3

Sam didn’t knock into the medical examiner's office.

— Leo, what about you? I was just interrogating the defendant and he split. What is the result?

“See for yourself, I don’t know how to explain this.” — Leo handed the conclusion of the examination.

Sam began to read the conclusion and after reading to the end he froze in bewilderment.

“Could there be a mistake?” Have you checked everything carefully?

“You know us, I would not call you if I were not sure of what is written here.” On the wall was the blood of the defendant, that's right. But this is not what confuses me, ”Leo hesitated, trying to find the words,“ there was still the blood of the victim, but it was rather strange, it seemed that this blood was already decades old, that is, it was fresh, but at the same time very old. We compared it to a database and found that the blood belonged to a certain Kate Rhys-Jones, the sister of Sophie Rhys-Jones, now known as the Countess of Wessex, who is married to Prince Edward. On the walls of the bunker is the blood of the royal family. Before calling you, I made inquiries. Kate Rhys-Jones died at the age of nineteen. She fell from a horse and broke her neck, at least that is the official version. However, there were rumors that they had helped her fall. In itself, she was rather withdrawn and had little contact with anyone.I spent hours in libraries, studied various sciences, including esoteric ones. The royal family decided to keep everything secret and announced the version of the accident. Sam, do you understand that this does not happen? Yes, I didn’t tell you the most important thing. On the wall was not only the blood of Alan and Elizabeth, that is, Kate. We discovered another mysterious substance. Something I’ve never seen before. Rummaging through the archives, I came to the conclusion that this substance has nothing to do with science. I am pretty sure this is ectoplasm.

Sam looked inquiringly at his friend and tried to understand his words, but apart from the definition from a biology textbook that ectoplasm is the outer layer of cellular cytoplasm, which has a higher density compared to its inner layer, nothing else came to mind.

— So you found particles of cells on the wall?

Leo sighed heavily.

“Not really.” This substance does not belong to the human body, but judging by its appearance, this is the very ectoplasm of which the ghosts consist.

Sam clasped his head in his hands.

— Leo, you are crazy. What ghosts? What is Kate Rhys-Jones? This is the first time I hear about such a girl. I know the victim's name was Elizabeth Taylor.

— This is an actress who died a few years ago as an old grandmother. Do you have a photo of Kate / Elizabeth?

Sam reached into his jacket’s inner pocket and retrieved the photo of the girl he had been looking for without stopping for so long. Thoughts in the head did not stop beating on the skull, the head cracked. Ghosts? A member of the royal family who died many years ago? Actress? Who is she? Alan! That's who can shed light on this story.

“Leo, get ready, I know who will help us.” Alan. He has recordings from surveillance cameras where he saw her real. He knows who she is. Let’s go.

They broke into a pre-trial detention center as if they were catching Osama bin Laden. Ralph sat at the table with his head bowed and snoring lingeringly. The door to the cell was ajar. Sam jerked it open and flew into the room. Alan lay on the floor in a pool of his own blood.

— your mother! They cried out synchronously.

“Go wake up Ralph, and I’ll call, oh, you’re an expert on who to call here.” Leo, what's going on?

“I don’t know, but we found out ...” he didn’t have time to finish, as he grabbed his throat and fell to the floor with gurgling sounds.

— Hi Sam. We need to talk, ”came a high female voice behind her. “You have to help me.”

Sam pressed into the wall as tightly as possible, his face turned white with fear and outwardly no different from the face of the ghost Kate Rhys-Jones.

“What do you want?” He muttered in a weak voice.

— Justice. My sister, Sophie, cut the reins of the horse and killed me, and Elizabeth covered everything up and pretended that there was nothing. — What do you want? He repeated again, as if in a fog.

“I will become the Queen of England and you will help me with this.”

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