100 Ways to Solve a Murder-Chapter 171: The Wilson’s Double-Murder Case II

The next day, Morgue, Guy’s Hospital.

It was afternoon the next day when Levi received a text from Janet saying the results came out. And the duo headed to Guy’s, and again Marco took note that their favorite redhead was nowhere in sight. Unusual.

Upon the two’s entrance in the lab, Janet handed the slicked blond the file containing the results, "Where is she?" he asked while he read the paper.

"She took the day off," Janet informed, noticing Levi visibly scowling at her statement. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Her exact words?" He asked, both intrigued and confused. "Yes," Janet said, recalling.

"Hmmm." the Irishman dismissed, continuing to read the results; he could see that everything he needed was there. Sam had done her work, yes, but she never takes a ’day off’ on a workday. She usually worked on other cases if she finished with one—something he found unusual.

Janet and Marco exchanged looks, but no words were exchanged; they both could only assume that the redhead must be avoiding the slicked blond. That wasn’t unusual after any breakup, wouldn’t it?

After getting a copy of the results for his own use, the two left minutes after, heading to the Agency.

....

Jackson Detectives Agency

"Interesting," Levi muttered to himself, sat in his Office as he reread the redhead’s autopsy report and the tests she took for the double murder case, catching the bearded man’s attention who was sitting on the couch in his Office reading some of their ongoing agency case files. "What is?" Marco asked, eyes glued on the file in his hand.

Levi turned to Marco, surprised he spoke out of the blue. "Pardon?" the blond asked.

Marco tore his eyes off the file and turned to the psychologist, "You said, ’Interesting,’" Marco told the blond.

Realization dawned on Levi, ’he did, didn’t he?’ and he shrugged. "Nothing." he dismissed, putting the paper on his desk and walking towards the whiteboard where everything on the case was on.

"What do you think happened?" Marco asked, standing next to him and looking at the gruesome photos pinned on the board.

Levi tucked his hands in his pockets, "Nothing was stolen, and no one really benefits in their deaths. So why kill them?" he mused out loud. "They’re just an ordinary, boring couple living on a farm." He added.

Marco scowled at the photo of Rebecca Wilson’s face during the autopsy, "He raped her. and tortured her," he said, slightly pissed off.

Levi turned to him, noticing his tone. "Yes, and you know what else, Marco." the blond Irishman started, and Marco turned to him, and he continued,

"He made him watch," he said, eyes boring into Marco’s. His statement caused the hair at the back of Marco’s neck to rise, and his heart pounded against his chest in anger.

That’s fucked up, he thought.

......

Waterloo, London.

Straight from Guy’s, Sam waltzed into possibly the most secure building in the World, Fredricksen Security Company, without any security pass or showing identification. It was an impressive building, Camera in every corner, bulletproof windows, and high tech security systems that could check if a person is armed and measure one’s temperature and heart rate in seconds. With facial recognition, checking every database, and storing information on each person who walks in. Cataloging every route, every step a person takes while inside the building.

Her wavy red hair bounced on her shoulders, wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a mustard-colored hoodie. Her attire stood out of the crowd of professionally dressed employees, in their business suits and pencil skirts.

I can’t believe this is happening, Sam thought, feeling her heartbeat hammering against her chest in a fury. Her usually soft green eyes held an indescribable intensity to it, making her look far more intimidating than usual. She quickly passed the front lobby; not one attempted to ask who she was and what her business was at that very building. After all, she owned it, in some way or form like her CEO of a brother was. And everyone there knew her, or of her, even though it was the first time she walked through that door.

She beelined towards the executive elevator without a care in the World.

She came there for a reason, and that was her brother.

The private elevator dinged, sending her directly to Ivan Fredricksen’s private floor. Leslie Jane, Ivan’s Executive Assistant, was already waiting for her. How she knew Sam was coming, Sam didn’t care to ask. She can only assume the lobby personnel was quick to inform her.

The redhead stepped out of the elevator with a stern look on her face, gripping the file in her hand firmly.

The tall blonde woman in her early 30’s smiled, wearing a crisp black suit and smiled at her, "Dr. Gray, good afternoon. I’m Leslie Jane, Mr. Fredricksen’s EA. Can I--" Leslie greeted only for Sam to interrupt, "Where’s my brother?" she said, not in the mood exchanging trivial pleasantries. They both know each other’s name that was more than enough for her; she didn’t have time to waste.

The smile on the blonde’s face fell, "Mr. Fredricksen is currently in a committee meeting. May I bring you refreshments while you wait for him?" she asked, gesturing for the redhead to follow her towards her boss’ office.

Leslie honestly didn’t know how to handle the elusive redhead; she hadn’t been introduced to her formally. Although she knew more about her than she did her, seeing as she had always been the one to deliver weekly surveillance reports on the Redhead to her boss. His obsession with his sister’s safety was the first thing she noticed from Ivan when she started working for him eight years ago. As to why that was the case, she had no idea; she could only assume it had something to do with losing their parents at a young age. And the redhead for a long time was his only family--something she found both disturbing and endearing.

Sam clenched her jaw; that wouldn’t do; she needed him now. Thus, she shot the tall blonde woman a stern look. "I’m not waiting," she stated firmly, then showing her back and waltzing back to the elevator and pushing 7 in the panel where the Conference room was located.

Leslie frowned in surprise, and she wondered silently if the redhead ever came by the building that she wasn’t aware of, seeing as she picked the correct floor. Unbeknownst to her, of course, she knew it because she had seen the building’s blueprint ages ago. An evening 30 years ago.

Seconds later, Sam stepped out of the elevator. Instantly she clenched her jaw after noticing another woman waiting for her outside the elevator like Leslie did; this time, it was a brunette in a navy blue pencil skirt.

The woman smiled at her again, "Dr. Gray, the meeting will finish shortly; let me take you to the executive lounge." the woman said, gesturing for her to follow. Sam simply ignored her, walking forward and heading to the conference room. The woman followed after her, not knowing what to do, "Dr. Gray, please--" she started, but before she could finish, the redhead already had a hand on the knob, and she pushed the door harshly.

Her green eyes scanned everyone, till finally resting on her brother. She didn’t care that the whole meeting paused, and everyone’s attention was on her standing by the door.

To everyone else, her expression was blank, but to Ivan, the way her eyes looked at him said otherwise. It was the calmness in them that seemed so deadly.

Ivan stood up from his seat, and everyone turned to him. "My apologies, excuse me.." he said, then he turned to the man upfront in the middle of his Presentation, "Please continue," he instructed.

The two walked out of the Conference room and took the elevator silently. Both entered his office casually while he addressed his assistant not to let anyone in.

Ivan unbuttoned his jacket as he leaned against his office table, watching his sister. She handed a folder to him, one he took notice of the moment he saw her.

He opened it casually after putting on his reading glasses. Photos of corpses, her notes, test results, and autopsy results were there. It was a case she was working on from what he could see. He grimaced at the sight of it. Then his eyes narrowed, recognizing the M.O. immediately.

"You told me you took care of it," she said, her voice even, but her tone spoke volumes. One Ivan heard clearly.

Calmly, he looked at her, standing 3 feet away from him; she did not bother to sit down, Just standing there, balling her fists.

"I did." He replied confidently, at the back of his mind, baffled himself. He did take care of it in his sadistic way.

"Then, explain that to me," Sam demanded, gritting her teeth in anger; no, it was madness. Her body shook as she reined in the rage. She wanted to burst right then and there, but she had much to do than waste time with him. He wasted most of her life already.

And she remembered,

’Yes, I turned my back to the family for a reason.

It was the Lies.

It was Treachery.

It was Betrayal.’