100 Ways to Solve a Murder-Chapter 79: Darkness III

Marco sat in the passenger seat, whilst Levi drove towards the crime scene. They were summoned by Davies, after discovering a new victim. Based on the MO and date, it was the work of the Murderer of the 15th.

The investigation was still ongoing and without Sam, in the Forensics team, Levi reckons it will turn cold soon.

The victim found had proven Levi right again that the Murderer of the 15th is still there, free. Sergeant Palmer wasn’t very happy about that either.

Marco turned to the psychologist,

"Something bothers me, Levi," he said, getting Levi’s attention.

"About what?"

"About Sam’s case," Marco said.

Levi raised his brow in curiosity, listening.

"The drug Clarke, Robin I mean. He is a brilliant Forensic Pathologist, but clearly not as good as Sam. What bothers me is the drug, Levi. Where did he get that? Did he make it? He’s not exactly a chemist" Marco explained. He did give it a lot of thought since it bothered him, there were still so many questions left unanswered and Levi was acting weird by just letting it all slip. Unless he already knows the answers.

Where did he get the drug?

What was that drug?

And who killed him?

Levi simply shrugged, not bothering to open his mouth to respond. And based on that, Marco knew he knew exactly who did it, or who ordered it as Davies concluded it was a hit.

Levi continued to drive, eyes remained glued on the street. He slowed down in a corner and parked the car.

"We can’t ask him that now."

He said, ending the conversation by opening the door and walking to the crime scene.

.....

Morgue, Guys Hospital

Marco turned to Levi as they stood in the morgue looking at the body on the examination table, whilst Davies stood opposite them.

It felt weird to Marco, coming there and not finding Sam waiting for them to explain her findings.

"Have you seen her?" he asked Levi standing beside him, reading the chart.

Levi handed the chart back to the pathologist and with his gloved hand, he poked its eyes open.

"Her?" the blond asked.

"Sam," Marco clarified.

Levi raised a brow, "No." he answered, more concerned with the corpse before him.

Davies and Marco exchanged looks, "Any idea?" the short flabby detective inspector asked.

"A few," Levi answered, as he assessed the cadaver’s ear.

.....

The next day, 7 Eastbourne Rd.

"Levi," Marco called walking in his flat. Levi sat across his laptop, typing. But he didn’t respond, Marco came closer to the table and stood beside him.

The psychologist notices the lanky bearded man enter his periphery.

"Oh hey, Marco." he greeted casually.

Marco sighed at his conduct, he can be rude even when he doesn’t try, he couldn’t even be bothered to stop what he’s doing. "I’m worried about Sam." He confessed.

"Hmm." The psychologist replied indifferently, eyes glued on the screen.

Marco glared at the blond,

"Levi!" he shouted.

Levi jumped on his seat at the sound, he was startled. He turned to Marco,

"What!? I’m working!" he spat, annoyed at the distraction.

"Sam, how is she?" Marco asked patiently.

Levi slowly tore his eyes away and said, "She’s fine."

"And you know this because?" He asked, well informed that the redhead had been MIA for almost 3weeks now, care of Mrs. Whitehall. His resident snitch.

Levi narrowed his eyes at him, he knew. It must’ve been Mrs. Whitehall again, he thought.

Levi rolled his eyes and sighed for effect.

"Two days ago, Ms. Hart came over," he informs the bearded man.

Marco sent him an expectant look, waiting for more details. "What happened? What did she say? Is Sam okay? How was she doing?" he asked intrigued.

.....

2 days ago

Elle sat on Levi’s sofa inside his flat, he really should stop letting just anyone in. They keep bothering him in his own home.

"She’s not well," she said, eyes furrowed together.

Levi sat on the armchair opposite the sofa, legs crossed looking down his fingernails.

"She’s blind," he said in a duh tone.

Elle turned to him, with a determined look. "She won’t go out, won’t let anyone in. She’s depressed," she claimed.

Levi rolled his eyes in disinterest, and he scoffed.

"She’s blind," he repeated.

Levi uncrossed his legs and turned to look at Elle’s eyes

"Ms. Hart, I am not your therapist. Nor are you paying me to listen to your problems. May I suggest you get professional help, I have a few names in mind. " Levi suggested, adjusting his necktie.

Elle clenched her jaw annoyed at the psychologist’s attitude. She subconsciously fisted her fists willing not to punch him on the face again. The urge was getting harder to resist.

"It’s not just my problem, Mr. Jackson. It’s Sam we are talking--" she started.

"You are talking about." Levi pointed out.

She stood angered and looked down at the seated blond.

"She is not well. Do you even care?!" she shouted.

Levi groaned like a child.

"I care, just not about your problems Ms. Hart. You came here to what? Ask for my advice? She doesn’t want to see anyone? LEAVE HER ALONE!!" he spat.

Mrs. Whitehall came in through the door, "Levi...the noise..." she complained, hearing the yelling from his flat, more so from the angry American. The older women didn’t particularly like Elle, she found her lacking proper manners, Americans. She thought.

Elle fisted her shaking hands,

"I came here..." she started. Mrs. Whitehall watched as the brunette seemed to be on the verge of tears.

"I came here, asking if you could try, at least just try to see her? She doesn’t go out, won’t let anyone in. Wouldn’t talk to anyone. She fired everyone, the nurse, the maid, she even fired me." Elle said both worried and exasperated.

Levi leaned back,

"Let me guess she found out, fired you, and big brother is getting antsy with no one around to keep an eye on her baby sis?" he remarked snidely.

Elle shot him a look,

"You know that’s not the only reason!" she screamed, losing her temper, again. Shaking.

Everyone paused for a brief second.

"Please. Just see her. She won’t see anyone." Elle said, then turning to walk out of the flat immediately.

Mrs. Whitehall turned to the blond,

"Levi..." she said.

"Please leave, Mrs. Whitehall," Levi said annoyed, Mrs. Whitehall huffed and walked out after.

Satisfied with the silence of his flat he looked at the kitchen, her protective goggles, and a few of her lab equipment still there.

Troublesome woman, Levi thought, walking out of his flat with his coat.

A few hours later Mrs. Whitehall walked in during dinner time, but he wasn’t there. She left him supper but it was left untouched the morning after when she came back.

Mrs.Whitehall looked at the rack by the door, his coat was there hanging.

He must have gotten home really late, Mrs. Whitehall thought.