《My Detective Partner》


 The Silent Murderer Part I

    "Can''t you give me a rest already Maestra? It''s the third time of today you''ve asked me to fetch you cream cake from Freya Bakery. I swear one day I''ll be found dead frozen if you asked me to line up outside of that famous cake shop again." the young man said with exhaustion in his face. His leg trembling from the abuse that it had endured while his nose was constantly outputting mucus at stable rate.


    Without a hint of consideration, the box of cake in that young man hand was taken forcefully. The young man tried to protest at that impolite treatment but he did not have the bravery for sitting in her comfy office chair was a woman exuding charming charisma, she was what the young man called ''Maestra''. Maestra with an efficient yet graceful movement was opening the cake box with one hand while her other hand was moving the mouse cursor. Even before the young man came, her face back then and now was staring at the computer screen that emanated azure light.


    "Thank you for the cake, Martin. I''ll consider the prospect of you dying next time," she said with cold machine-like voice.


    Martin shrugged off that response, after all it was just like his usual day. "Good enough for me. By the way Maestra, that must be one interesting case you''re looking at. You''ve been locked up in the office since 3 am just looking at the case detail. Let me guess.... is it a murder?"


    "Nothing grand like that. It''s just your typical robbery case but the detail, I just found it to be odd." Maestra said while her eyes keep focusing on the newspaper site on her computer.


    "And where did this robbery take place?" Martin asked.


    Maestra opened a new tab and input the location name on map website. "Paloma Park in east part of the town which is about 4 miles from our office. Why do you ask Martin? It''s rare for you to be so invested in case detail."


    "If the place is not too far away then I think we should just check it out ourselves, after all there might be inaccurate information in the news you have read." Martin immediately wore his long baggy winter coat and a colorful scarf of red and orange as he spoke. "Besides that, I think it will be quite unhealthy if you just stay holed up in front of a computer screen. A little bit of sun will do you good."


    Going outside was something Maestra regarded as ''inefficient'', as not only she would have to spend capital but she also needed to spend her energy on pointless physical activity. However, she could only have sighed at Martin idea and accepted it. Maestra done her black winter jacket and her equally black scarf. Her unkempt brown hair was tied into ponytail. Beside the computer in her table, there was a small white purse which she took as she walked along to the front door with Martin.


    Luckily for both of them, their city governor is not too corrupt so public transportation saved them from so much unneeded expense. Just like that, in about 15 minutes both of them went down from the bus stairs and in front of them was the sight of the playful Paloma Park.


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    "Look Maestra, that''s a big slide," Martin pointed to the wide red slide near the park entrance which seems to be filled with many playground instruments. "Do you think I''ll be allowed to use it?"


    "If we are using basic social norm, the answer will be no. You''ll just bother the kid and I''m sure their parent who were watching them won''t be pleased to see an adult using the slide." Her face was not looking at Martin as she deemed the question to be painfully foolish.


    "Really? Bet you $10 that won''t happen if I just ask politely," Martin said as he ran excitedly to the slide direction.


    As expected, some of the parents were approaching him but Martin explained his intention well and without taking a long time, they were now laughing together like they had been friend for a long time. Martin was now playfully playing with other kid and one or two other adults were now joining him. Maestra was perplexed by that sight and decided to leave Martin there while she would be investigating alone.


    Just on the left side of the playground was a small office building of wood material. Maestra step was heavy but not loud as the snow on the ground silenced each of her footstep, leaving only a trail of her sport shoes toward the office.


    Without knocking and greeting, Maestra went inside the wooden building which surprisingly had a hint of luxury in its interior. Inside, there were 3 park staff looking at her like a crazy hooligan.


    One of the staff who was a woman with short black hair decided to approach Maestra "Excuse me Miss, may I perhaps help with your problem if any?"


    "People call me Maestra and what is your name?" for Maestra, the question of other party seems irrelevant. Her straightforward answer and somewhat rude behavior only left people to wander about what was the content of her mind.


    "Uummm.... Susan.... you can call me Susan." Susan''s voice was trembling for a little bit from the cold weather that pierce the building poor insulation.


    "And the other two?"


    "They are Harold and Nafsir. Don''t bother them, they are busy right now." Susan clarified.


    "Susan, Harold, and Nafsir. Right, I have remembered all of your name. Susan, mind telling me about the detail of the robbery case that happen on 23rd of December yesterday?"


    "You are not part of authority so I''m afraid I can''t..."


    Before Susan finished her sentence, Maestra pulled a neatly made business card from her purse. She showed her card to Susan before she said "I''m from detective agency and my client requested me to look at this case," a standard lie in her line of job. "I''m afraid you don''t have any choice, Miss Susan."


    "Fine just don''t make a scene and bother the other visitors in the park." Susan resigned as she sat on sofa in the corner of the room. "C''mon take a seat, it would take a while to explained." Susan''s hand gestured toward a wooden chair across her sofa. In the middle between it and her sofa was a round green glass table.


    However, before she could take a seat, Harold was shouting news that pique Maestra''s interest. "What! Are you sure you are not mistaken? A corpse in the northwest section of the park!? Right, we will dispatch the police and nearby park staff immediately."


    The room was gripped by anxiety and fear upon hearing the news. Everyone was stunned except for one energetic girl. Ignoring the atmosphere in the room she raced toward the location of the lifeless body. "Finally, after all this time," her eyes beaming with excitement while her hand was swinging with clenched fist. "A case that can give the excitement I want." In just a matter of second, her shadow was no more in the building, the girl called Maestra marched into the crime scene, leaving the staff even more shocked by her sudden action.

 The Silent Murderer Part II

    It seemed like the lone detective was not the only one who was reigned by curiosity. Many of the passing by visitor chose to stay on the scene and the staff, who was an old man in his 60s, struggled to preserve the scene with some naughty kid crossing the barricade leading to their traumatic cries upon seeing the rotting flesh.


    "With this many people obstructing the scene, there might be a precious clue that accidentally get trampled over," Maestra said as she calmly analyzed the barbarity of those visitors. From her purse she took out a square shape device with grey color. "It''s time for my ''Crowd Disruption Device'' to do its job."


    Without hesitation Maestra pressed the red button on the square device and cranked up the volume wheel. Like a sudden thunder, a mighty loud sound was produced. "Police! Everyone scram from here or you will all be arrested on the basis of obstructing investigation!!!" followed by the sound of police serene and a gunshot.


    In no time at all, the scene turned into a chaotic state and the only person left was the old park staff.


    "You there, old man, do you recognize the identity of this corpse? If so tell me right now!" Maestra ordered with her piercing eye looking straight at the old soul.


    Astonished by the sudden development, the old man was unable to give coherent response before he regained his composure. "Oh heaven! What a rude young woman you are!" gave the old man who was now looking at Maestra with contempt.


    "I''ll consider the feedback later but for now just give me the detail of the corpse identity." Maestra seemed a bit furious. Now she pointed her finger at the corpse and before the old man could give unnecessary response, she showed her business card.


    "If you want feedback, call me Henry next time all right. Even so, a sleuth, eh? Really remind me of those I''ve read in novel. You know I''m sort of Conan Doyle fans before he brought back Holmes just to satisfy the whining of his fans," the old man replied with slow tempo of talking. Maestra who was now even more furious, tried to maintain her calm face while her foot was tapping the ground impatiently. "As for your question before young woman, what you call corpse here was once my own wife."


    Henry who looked like your average senile senior hide a certain brilliance in his eyes. In the split second, he gauged the response of the person in front of him. "You could at least pretend to be shocked. That doll face of yours is starting to look uncanny," concluded Henry upon seeing the lifeless reaction of Maestra.


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    "That''s got nothing to do with the case. Anyway, you said she is your wife? Mind telling me what happen? With as much detail as you can remember." Maestra suggested. Once again she retrieved an item from her purse, this time it''s a notepad.


    The expression on Henry''s face became more serious, the wrinkle on his forehead appeared like a gathering of snake. "Alexa, she is my only reason to live. My son, he had perished in Nam and my daughter, she is now married with a foreigner, living in a country where I can''t reach her," just saying those words was a heavy blow for Henry. His weak tear gland produced tears which he immediately swape away.


    Even Maestra knew that the last thing Henry needed right now was her insensitive comment. She chose to wait until Henry was finally able to gathered enough will.


    "Just last night it was like the usual day. The freezing air of winter made my nerve rigid and so I chose to spend the night after doing work in front of fireplace while watching tv," his expression had become more relaxed but it was apparent from his tone that the sadness still remained. "I was watching a football match and coincidentally my favorite team ''The Fenex'' was playing. However, they''ve lost badly, their new quarterback is an incompetent idiot who can''t throw accurately for his life."


    She did not want to but the situation forced her to interrupted Henry''s rambling. "I''m sorry but can you skip those details? I''m kind off in a hurry."


    "Are you mocking me young woman!? Just before you ordered me to tell all of the detail I can remember and now you want me to skip all those details? This is the problem with your generation, always assuming the older generation to be a bumbling fool who can''t think for themself. Instructing us like we are a toddler who will swallow a plastic if left unsupervised but guess what? Your generation is the toddler one, always sticking to your phone and can''t do anything without it," Henry was clearly agitated by the comment and his response became more unhinged. "I say we propose a new bill to The President that forced mandatory military service to the young generation so you all could learn a little bit of humility. Maybe then you could become more polite and grateful to the veteran who have protected this country."


    "That''s it! If you want to fight then so be it!" Maestra snapped the pencil she used on her notepad. Her right knee was lifted as high as her chest, her shin positioned on x axis while her hand formed a rather triangular shape around her head, it was undoubtedly the stance of Muay Thai.


    In response Henry put his left bodyweight facing Maestra. His left foot extending to her direction while his right foot served as a foundation for his stance. His right arm guarded his chest while his left arm was a little bit bended. It was clear that Henry was a southpaw boxer who specialized in long range jab.


    "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What the hell happened here!?" running to the middle of those mighty fighters was a young man cladded in colorful red and orange scarf. "You could at least wait for me to come," Martin said as he faced Maestra, forcing her to left her fighting stance. "No matter how smart you are, somehow you suck at talking. That''s why..." Martin turned his body to Henry''s direction. "Leave the witness interrogation to me."