After breakfast was over everyone gathered together outside to see the scene De Tanga had spoken of.
Mosty everyone cried out in outrage. Not a single tire was left untouched. The person who had done it intended to make sure that everyone was stuck at the mannor.
"My car! How could someone do this to my beautiful car?!" Mr. Brunette cried out while examining the damage done to his trunk and tires.
It was a shocked reaction that was similar to everyone else.
The only exceptions of those shocked were Lina and Filia who didn't voice their discontent about their respective cars, but they didn't need to because it was convayed by the visible gritting of their teeth. From that one could gather that they weren't exactly happy about the recent turn of events.
And then there was Xellos. Xellos truely was the only person who didn't seem the slightest bit upset by what he saw.
"Oh my, isn't this quite funny, not a single car was left with working tires. Now we're all stuck here at the manor with no way to get abck to civiliation for sure. Now isn't this going to be fun?" Xellos grinned clapping his hands together. He got some very ugly glares, but no responses.
"Arn't you at the least bit annoyed at what happened to your car?" Hallas finally asked the estranged professor, breaking the spell of silence.
"Why no, should I be?"
"Yes you should, I would be if my car was damaged like this."
"Oh yes I would be too." Xellos responded nodding his head.
"But it did happen to your car." Hallas pointed out.
"No, my car is perfectly fine."
"Look all the cars here are damaged!"
"Yes and I see that, but my car is fine." Xellos insisted, still smiling.
"No it shouldn't be! Every single car here has no working tires! So tell me how the hell your car could be fine?!" Hallas near screamed at Xellos whom still remained to be perfectly fine.
"I took a taxi here, I didn't drive."
Hallas facefaulted while everyone else sweatdropped.
De Tanga shook his head at the scene. From Xellos previous reaction in the dining room De Tanga had expected something like this. "Mr. Boddy was quite a wealthy man, and being as weathly as he was he must have had at least one or two cars. Miss White where did Mr. Boddy keep his vechiles?"
"Um.... well... Mr. Boddy believed cars were deathtraps after his mother died in a car wreck so..."
"He never owned one." de Tanga finished off.
"Yes unfortunitly so."
"Well what about cars he inheritaded from his parents?"
"He sold them shortly after they came into his posession,:
De Tanga frowned. Now he really didn't have anyway to get back to the station even if he had the case solved. So his only option was to solve the case quickly and to survive until someone sent help. No doubtly the Chief would get suspicious if De Tanga didn't report back in a certain amount of time. Hell even Luna herself would come hunting him down if he didn't cal her within the next two days.
Then there was also the telephone lines. There was still a chance that the phones in the manor hadn't been tampered with and that this was really just a just a problem with the telephone lines. And the phones would be working soon. But De Tanga didn't put any faith in that. He was damned certain that the lines in the manor had been cut purposely.
De Tanga quietly approched Hallas and Death from behing and tapped them both on the sholder. He motioned them to be quiet and to follow him.
They went back into the manor and went in the dinning room.
"So what do you two think?" De tanga asked the two younger officers once they sat down.
"About what?"
"Well, from what you've seen and what you've deduced, who do you think is mostly like of the suspects to have killed Mr. Boddy?"
Both Hallas and Death thought for a few moments.
"From the way Professor Plum has been acting I'd say him." Hallas stated.
"No that's way too obvious." Retored Death with a snort.
"So what itf it's obvious?!"
"Well usually the cluprit is the least obvious one out of the suspects. But Professor Plum is the most obvious one!"
"Well maybe he knows that we know that the most obvious one is the least unlikely one to have done the crime and that's why he's acting so suspicious so we wouldn't suspect him!" Hallas retored back to Death while crossing his arms.
De Tanga just blinked at them both in slight confusion. "So Hallas let me get this straight, you are saying that Professor Plum is acting suspicious on purpose so that we'd think he was innocent?"
"That's right." Hallas said nodding his head.
Death just rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Hallas shot him a glare. "Well if you are so dead certain that it's not Professor Plum, then enlighten us, who do you think did it, hmmm?"
"Colonel Mustard."
"Oh Colonel Mustard I'd thought - wait a mintue!!! Colonel Mustard?! Are you nuts?! Why the heck do you think he did it?!?!"
"Well he is the least likely one isn't he?"
"Yeah only because he's a complete clueless goof! And besides how could he do it anyway? I mean the person who slashed the tires and stole out stuff is the murderer right? Because he or she is trying to interfier with the investigation. Well the murderer must also be the smae person who cut the power and kidnapped Colonel Mustard till he forgot the infomration he was going to tell us!" Hallas snapped at Death.
"That might be true, but who's to say that Colonel Mustard isn't just a very good actor? Maybe he was the one who set up the whole thing with the power outage and just pretended that he was kidnapped. And while everyone was searching for him he could have gone and slashed all the tires. Lets also think back to what happened to Detective Tealson. Someone trapped him in that passage, it didn't just close on its' own. And who was the person who got Detectieve Tealson out? Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard could just easily be playing dumb about everything."
"I think you're wrong!"
"Well I think you're wrong!"
Death and Hallas locked glares.
"Would you two knock it off?!?!" De Tanga waved his hands in front of the two breaking their stares. "Both suspects are probably just as suspicious as everyone else. And Death does make a good point, even thought I don't have a any ideas at the moment at what Colonel Mustard's motive would be. But then I still have yet to talk to everyone alone. So I don't want you two getting all worked up about whoes right and whoes wrong about the murderer." De Tanga scolded them both and let out a sigh. "I just wish I could get a hold of a working phone." De tanga sighed.
"Well maybe the phone lines weren't cut after all and they star working again soon." Hallas said hopefully.
Both Death and De Tanga glared at Hallas and shook their heads.
De Tanga was going to say something more but then he head the others coming back inside. "Offivers, we'll continue this later." De tanga gave them a nod before walking off upstairs.
The city Chief of Police walked down the cold silent halls of the building that led to the city morgue.
Ever since De tanga had called in that stiff the day before, the forensics had been working non-stop trying to piece together information.
Inside the morgue room stood the infamous Dr. Steel, covered in blood looking over the dead body on his examining table.
Dr. Stell had quite a reputation among the morgue staff. He was known as 'the man that never sleeps' because it didn't matter what time of the day it was or what day in the week it was, you could always fing him in the mrgue hard at work.
"Good afternoon Dr. Steel." The Chief greated the estranged doctor.
"You are twenty-five minutes off from accurately saying that greeting. It is only 11:35 a.m." Dr. Steel replied without looking up to the Cheif or even bothering to check the time.
That was another thing that Dr. Steel was known for. He never wore a watch and there wasn't a clock in the morgue, but somehow he always knew what time it was.
"Well then, doog morning Dr. Steel."
"Good morning to you too Chief. I supposed you came down to check on our little stiff friend here from yesterday?" Dr. Steel asked but still didn't look up from his work.
"What can you tell me?"
"Well I can tell you that someoen went to a great deal of trouble to make sure his cause of death wouldn't be easy to figure out as well as his identity. He seems to have been struck with several blunt objects, shot a couple of times and it looks like he may have been strangled. But his body is such a mess that we're still having trouble trying to pin the exact cause of death." Dr. Steel finally looked up to the Chief before walking over to the sink to remove his gloves and wash his hands.
"But is it Mr. Boddy?"
"Here, take a look at my intial report." Dr. Steel said pulling out a folder and handed it to the Chief. "It doesn't include the DNA, toxicology and ballistics results, we're still waiting for those to come in. I'll give you a more concise report later once I have more information. But that should still be usefull for Decteive Tealson."
"Thanks Dr. Steel, I'll see you later." The Chief said while leaving the morgue.
Once he got back to his office the Chief sat down and leafed through the report. What he read made his eyes go wide.
I need to tell this to Detective Tealson right away. The Chief thought as he reached for his phone. He dailed up De Tanga's cell phone nimber and let it ring waiting for an answer. But De Tanga didn't answer his phone.
The Chief frowned. It's not like him to not answer his phone when he's on a case. But then he thought back to the conversation he had with Luna, de Tanga's wife, an hour or two ago. According to what Luna had told him, De Tanga's cell phone battery was dead and nned to be re-charged.
Well then maybe his phone hasn't been charged yet. I guess I could try Hallas cell phone.
He tried Hallas number and like with De Tanga's phone, he didn't get an answer.
Damnit what's going ton here?! Th eonly one that's left is Officer Noir's cell phone, and I don't even know if I have his number!
After a few minutes of hunting through his office, the Chief finally found Death's personel record.
He quickly dialed the young officer's number and was puzzelled to discover that Death too wasn't answering his phone.
What in the devil is going on here?!?!
De Tanga walked up the stairs and down the hall till he reached where his room and death and Hallas' rooms were.
The rooms were exactly the way he had left them, a mess. It was so obvious that the person who ransacked the rooms were looking for something. But the question was, did he or she find what they were looking for?
It's true that they might have only gone through the rooms in search of their guns or ways to ruin their means of contacting the station. De Tanga had a strong feeling that besides the previously mentioned reasons, the person was probably after the case file and De Tanga's case notes. But he was going to make damned sure that he had the case file and his notes on him at all times. But is that going to mean that I'm not going to get any sleep? De Tanga thought thinking about when he found both Hallas and Death sleeping in the room when one of them was supposed to be awake at all times. Something tells me that letting Hallas take watch isn't going to be such a safe thing to do.
De Tanga yawned loudly as he sat down. He was tried, very tired. He had not gotten any sleep in over twenty-four hours. Though it was true that he didn't really need too much sleep, but even he had his limits.
A big part of him wanted to fon and jump onto his bed and drift off into sleep. But thankfully he had more control then that.
What do i do now? There's still a few more of them that I need to talk to, including the estranged Professor Plum. De Tanga thought while leafing through the case file and his notes. He jotted down a few more notes about the events that had just transpired in the last 24 hours.
He eyed over the part he had just written concerning Martina sleeping in the same room as Zangulus.
I think I'll go and talk to Mr. Brunette about his relationship with Madame Rose.
The Chief of Police put down his phone after over 20 minutes of trying to reach Detective De Tanga Tealson and officers Death Noir and Hallas Beige. The Chief hadn't through to any og them and he was starting to get anxious.
I guess the only way to get the information to Detective Tealson is if I send someone over there with the report. The Chief thought while frowning.
He didn't know who it was, but there was someone in the station that was leaking out sensitive information to the press. And because of which, certain investigarions that should have been solved quickly ended up being delayed due to medling reporters.
The last thing the Chief wnted was having a bunch of nosy reporters swarming around the Boddy Manor causing problems.
That was one of the reasons why he was carefull about who he sent out on this case. He knew very well how trustworthy De Tanga was, and he also knew that De Tanga would definetly make sure the investigation was kept secret.
So far the news of Mr. Boddy's murder hadn't leaked out yet to the public, and the Chief intended to keep it that way till the case was solved.
The Chief realized the only option he had. He needed to go to the Boddy Manor himself and personally deliver the information to De Tanga.
He let out a heavy sigh before reaching in his coat pocket for his car keys.