“A Long Time
Ago, in a Galaxy Far Far Away...”
A Game of Thrones* #quote
What's black and white and dizzy all over? A penguin rolling down a
hill! Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Ultimate Mystery
In my work doing homicide I've dealt with a great deal of crimes.
However the crime I dealt with today happened in my station. It was
personal. Someone stole my lunch from the break room fridge.
Who's had the guts to steal from me, a senior officer? I spent a
great deal of time going to the gym and shaved my head to create a
tough guy persona just so this kind of crap wouldn't happen to me. I
was going to find out who did this to me.
Four people had access to the break room between the time went to
the bathroom and my lunch vanished. The first would be our crafty
captain. A clever woman with the philosophy of it's better to ask for
forgiveness than for permission. I'd swear she got that position
using a combination of her wit, dedication and that philosophy. Her
ability to switch between tough and sweet helped her greatly. The
biggest evidence for her was that she probably assumed that if she
was caught she could just talk her way out of it.
The second was our computer guy. A jolly fellow with a few mood
swings to nasty remarks when it suited him. He brought his own
lunchbox since he ate meals large enough they would crowd the break
room fridge. I wouldn't be surprised that if he felt like it would
take someone's lunch to get even more food. If that was true that'd
be exceptionally vile since I noticed his box was closed so he hadn't
even started eating his.
Third suspect I felt to be unlikely due to his lack of guts. A new
officer who preferred to avoid danger and patrol the safest
neighborhoods possible I doubt he'd steal any lunches. That, and I
noticed that he was eating his lunch right now, a massive sub
sandwich despite the small size of his body.
The last suspect was another officer. A strange man I could never
get a read on. He passed examinations very well and just by looking
into his passive-agressive-loony gaze criminals confessed. The man
possessed an awkward air around him with no malice about it. Right
now he held some crackers and snacked on them. When I locked eyes
with him he stopped eating for a second. I remembered he ate these
small snacks through the day and always carried bottled water as
well. Oddly enough with this habit he wasn't extraordinarily skinny
so he must have some method to his madness. Perhaps it involved
stealing lunches?
I couldn't ask forensics to use any of their tools to analyze the
crime scene so I had to use logic and try to find some sort of
conclusion from what little I could assume at the time. Who, who
dared steal my lunch? With some thought I managed to secure a culprit
in my mind.
I approached our computer guy, “You forgot your lunch so you stole
mine?”
“I'm sorry!” He responded. I realized that when I looked at him
I saw his lunchbox, however it was closed. I only assumed that he
hadn't started eating, when in fact he forgot to pack it in the first
place and just carried an empty lunch box to work. I found my
culprit, and fortunately for him, held my temper back.
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