Lindy pulled into the office car park for the second time that morning. Her notebook was becoming cluttered with random facts, facts that needed sorting.
“Back so soon West?” Mr Neil asked as Lindy strutted in.
“I need to sort some facts out and get some addresses” she told him.
“It’s an interesting case is it not?” he smiled.
“I certainly think so” she nodded.
“Yes, suits you down the core so it does”
Lindy smiled, pleased her boss knew her so well. “Yes, I’m rather keen to find out more”
“Well then, I won’t keep you” he gestured towards the door that led to the communal office and Lindy found herself at her desk once more. She took a piece of plain A3 and began to write.
Words flew from her mind, down the pen and ended up in neat swirls on the page. Her thoughts and the facts found their way on to the page until she was a last satisfied she could write no more, and she returned her pen to her pocket. She began to read what she had written back to herself, reading clockwise round her mind map.
She went through her note book, ticking what she’d written down, what she valued as relevant, useful information. She picked up a highlighter pen and highlighted the facts which went any good to her at that moment.
Lindy was satisfied that her notes were now ordered, that she had a better grip of the information that she was dealing with, and now, she decided, she’d pay Robert Mines a visit.
She was ready for off when something began to bother her, the fact Mines was Gale’s step-farther should have been mentioned, even if it was just a brief note.
Being a suspect for attempted murder was one thing, but when the victim was a family member, that was something different altogether. But could she be sure it was attempted murder? Surely if Mines had wanted rid, if anyone had wanted to end her life, then a knife to the chest would have been a lot easier, wouldn’t it? Surely any experienced assassin would know this. Murder is a darkness that belongs in tales of nightmares, but if this really was an attempt to kill Gale, Lindy was convinced anyone who had their wits about them at the time would have shared her thoughts.
That led her to believe one of three things.
One, that this was not an attempted murder.
The culprit did not have their wits about them.
The culprit was no assassin.
The door opened just a crack, and a dark eye stared at Lindy.
“We won’t be buying ought love” snarled a voice.
“Hello, sorry to bother you, I’m detective West. I’m looking for Robert Mines” Lindy told the voice.
“Not another copper” the voice hissed.
“I just want to ask some questions regarding Gale Ribbon’s case.”
“What’ you got to do with my daughter?” the voice asked accusingly. Lindy quickly realised who she was talking to.
“Please Mrs. Mines, I’m not here to accuse, I just want to ask some questions. I’m trying to get an understanding of what happened to your daughter. Perhaps if we spoke inside, this would be easier.” Lindy asked softly.
The door opened fully.
“You’ve got five minutes”
Chapter four in ‘under the influence’! it’s only a short chapter, and I don’t know how long it’ll be until the next one is up due to exams starting on Tuesday (eeeek) so hope you enjoy!! :)