Who killed Dingledick?? Chapter 2

Chapter 2


   'you know you shouldn't touch anything  in a a crime scene... Right? '   I asked Mr clean suit.

He was hitting the wall with his fists and crying, 'who the hell are you? A police officer? '   he stood up and faced me. 'can't you see am grieving? '.

   I thought of ignoring him,for reasons I can't fathom I said ' Am detective Ryan Obiora.... Dingle---, your brother's neighbour.'   I almost said Dingledick, well, you can't blame me, I don't know the guy's name .
  He moved towards me  'A detective!! Thank God!! '  He looked around the room, and stared at the body . 'Please I need your help, detective. I need to know what happened to my brother. '  

    I love the plea in his eyes, hell, what man won't like to feel important. ' You want me to take up this case? ' I asked lazily.
  He looked  at me thoroughly  from my untamed hair to my flip-flops,i was wearing  a baggy trouser and a faded T-shirt, with the write up :  fucked up life,written boldly  in front. Well, I just woke up, I didn't have time to pick up a clean and ironed suit like him.
     

   ' Yes, I'll pay you ' He sniffed and scratched his head.

   Now we are talking, did he think I'd do it for free, am not father fucking Christmas. 'Good '  I said as I heard the sirens, the police are here, took them long enough. I walked out and sat on my favourite bench. A fat and tired looking officer walked in with a skinny and agile one behind, they walked past me and began to tape the area. I walked in, and saw the fat one taking notes .

    'This is a crime scene, you shouldn't be wandering here'  said the agile one,he looked like he got the job recently  and was eager to show off, fools like this end up pleasing  the wrong guy.

   'Am Detective Ryan, the brother of the deceased asked for my asisstance.' I lazily leaned on the wall.

   'I thought it was homicide, it seems my brother, Dennis killed himself'. He sniffed and looked at the body.


  Oh!!  So his name is Dennis!  I was close you know, although it's kinda weird that I finally know his name now he is  bleeding all over the place,but what the hell were they saying... Suicide?


    I have always trusted my inner voice and right now, it was screaming... Not right.... Not right.. 'why do you say that? ' I asked Mr clean suit.  He was about to answer when the agile officer with the name "Pete" pinned on his badge answered eagerly
   ' I found a note' He smiled, damn this kid is creepy.
  He brought a note and showed it to me, it was hastily written :




          "I'm a loser, I have let too many people down, 
I can't fight my alcoholic nature ."

      The note looked quite simple. I knew this guy, He was so cheerful and easy going,  the note didn't say much. I don't buy this shit. ' Where did you find this note"
   The fat officer with the name "John" answered "On the table in his room, it was neatly folded.
  How could he write the note in his room and walk out to his living room to take his life?
   "Can I talk to you ?" I asked Mr clean suit who was busy pacing like a cat.
   "sure, detective " .


    We walked out, and I sat on the famous bench, he continued pacing in the hallway. " What do you think?... Do you buy this suicide crap"

    He stopped and looked at me, uncertainty flicerked in his eyes as he moved towards me and sat down. Mr clean suit rubbed his face and sighed, he obviously looked tired. "The note has explained it all"
   

      "So you want me off the case?" I asked him.

    He looked uncomfortable like I was asking him his sexual  preference or some shit .  " I don't know "

    " Look, it won't harm anyone if I look closer, there might be something fishy " I said.
    He sighed again and said " You are right, keep checking " He brought out his wallet and pulled out his business card, " take this, in case you find something, I should be going home now, my wife is pregnant, I don't want her to be alone "
    I collected the card and called him back  " What do the police think?"  Am sure they would  go for the easy way out: suicide.


     "They have concluded that it's  suicide "
   I knew it, the police force can be fucked up sometimes.
Mr clean suit brought fought his hand for a handshake, I couldn't help staring at his arm for awhile, I wasn't good at this gentleman  crap, but I stretched mine too. He walked away and I looked at the card : Mr Tony Adekunle. ....Accountant.  Now I know his name too, Dennis Adekunle should be the name of the deceased.
   Sherlock.. We have got work to do. I walked back to the crime scene to solve the mysteries surrounding the death of Dingledick.




A/N: sorry for the late update... Expect chapter 3 on Tuesday.

Follow Ryan as he uncovers secrets surrounding his neighbour's death...