100 Ways to Solve a Murder-Chapter 71: Murder of the 15th XVI

The Criminal Investigation Department

Davies’ phone buzzed, he fished it out of his pant pocket and read the message. Then he turned towards the others and told them to follow him. The group of four entered the interrogation room moments later, everyone exchanging confused looks.

Levi turned to Elle after Davies shut the door closed behind him.

"8:26--how much time would you think it would take for our killer to return your keys to your office? With only 34mins in hand? He’d have to shower, change, a good scrub would be needed considering all the blood; 10minutes." He concluded.

"To travel back from her house to Guy’s would take 15minutes at least. But with a motorcycle, 10mins. But he wouldn’t risk that, he would be seen. Possibly identified. There was no way he would have made it in time, with that calculation." he said.

Levi turns to Elle, he pulls his mobile out of his pocket.

"So he had to change it, he had to return it to you without you noticing. It was there in your bag when you checked, exactly where it was supposed to be without you knowing it was gone in the first place."

He said, showing Elle the video of her walking out of Guy’s, she watched as another person approached her, they spoke a little and the two shared a cab home. The assistant looked at Levi knowingly, her mouth hangs agape.

Levi smirked,

"Glad you’re not as slow as I assumed." He complimented her.

Levi shifted,

"You had to change your plans didn’t you," he said, his eyes looking directly at him. The group tensed, and they all stared at Clarke.

Janet was pulled away gently by Davies.

"No. Don’t be ridiculous Mr. Jackson." Clarke denied, angrily. "You didn’t expect her to show up didn’t you?" Levi questioned approaching him.

Clarke gritted his teeth,

"You don’t have proof. It’s your fault she died, you didn’t figure it out in time. Don’t point fingers, Mr. Jackson." he spat.

Levi pointed his nose amused,

"Oh, I have proof," he responded confidently, and everyone looked at him confused.

He turned to Marco expecting they got what he meant, and he huffed annoyed recognizing their clueless faces.

"Oh, for crying out loud! It’s the key! The key he returned, the key he placed back in Ms. Hart’s purse. It has his fingerprint on it." He said, grabbing her purse and taking the key from Elle Hart’s bag, carefully, holding it from its sides. Palmer handed him an evidence bag, where he placed the key.

"I’m sure you’ll find his fingerprint on it," Levi told Palmer, silently Palmer hoped the psychologist was right.

Levi turned to Clarke,

"Everything was planned. It was all set. You used Ms. Hart’s perfectly devised schedule to your advantage. You studied it, memorized it to heart. But you miscalculated." He said, watching as Davies cuffed the man.

"You didn’t expect Sam to not follow the schedule, she usually does anyway. But you weren’t aware that Rona had asked if she could drop Mo, earlier than usual, for her friend’s birthday. You didn’t expect her to call Sam directly." He continued, the blonde glaring at him whilst gritting his teeth.

Levi slowly approached the shorter blond,

"It would have been perfect, you had live updates on the changes Elle would have made in the schedule, changes she would have made if the dog walker came to her first.

But you didn’t know about the bypass. You just thought everything goes through Elle first." Levi explained, adjusting his necktie.

His hazel eyes narrowed at the intern, and his jaw hardened. He stood a foot away from him, and he leaned forward towards his face.

"Not everything." he spat.

Clarke moved to assault Levi, but Davies held him back.

"Not you. Not you. Not you Mr. Jackson. Never you." Clarke exclaimed in frustration. His voice changing to something different, something foreign to the group.

Davies’ eyes widened, Janet gasped and Marco fisted his hand.

"Was that an admission?" Davies asked, shocked.

Janet covered her wide open mouth, shocked, she had worked with him for more than a year. She had considered him a good friend, why did he do that to Dr. Gray?

Davies pulled the blond away, slowly they exited the room.

"Why?" Janet asked as Clarke was dragged ahead to be taken in for more questioning. Clarke did not answer, and Janet was left there standing by the door looking at the back of Clarke’s head. Why?

Levi stood behind her, "He was in love with her," he revealed, walking out before anyone said a word.

Marco followed in tow, his eyes swept towards the brunette collecting her thing. Typing a text with her mobile.

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He laid on his stomach, eyes glued on the scope of his rifle. HIs right cheek pressed against the cheekpiece. He switched the safety off.

"Target acquired." He said over the earpiece, the cold air caressing his hair softly.

"Positive Identification reported, the target is at the Criminal Investigation Department" he informed, "Should I proceed?" He asked, finger brushing against the trigger. One-shot and mission will be accomplished. Just another day at work, he thought.

He continued to watch behind his scope, the image of the man called Levi Jackson, beside Marco. The two walking behind Detective Inspector Davies, Clarke, and two other uniformed officers. Leading the suspect towards the other side of the building, they crossed the hallway, passing wide windows.

The blond Ivan Fredricksen stood looking out of his office window, the sight of London at 5:27 PM. His mobile in hand, pressed against his ear, he grinned like a madman.

"EXTERMINATE." he instructed.

The second he received those words, the man on the rooftop pulled the trigger.

In CID the glass shattered before they even realized it, "GET DOWN! GET DOWN!" Davies’s voice echoed in the panic-filled silence. No more shots were fired, only one intended to and he was lying on the floor, with a hole through his head flooding the tiled floor.