Always Expecting the Unexpected

How It Began

"I swear I'll make you suffer in ways your evil mind can't even imagine."

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*THIRD PERSON P.O.V*

Dark ominous clouds were all that could be seen for miles on, a rare sight to be seen during spring in France. Wailing of sirens, shrieking of people, the barking of dogs, and the thunder roaring above sounded like a confused choir. Policemen trying to usher people to safety, the crying of children, and the cause of it all was still a blur.

The metallic scent of blood quickly flooded the nostrils of those nearby, and the crimson red  splattered across the street as if it were graffiti was revolting. As if to add to the nauseating sight, a decapitated head was found in the center of this mess.

Of course, to top it off, the building that once stood oh so tall in the center of the town was now missing, nothing but a mere hole was left. By this, the clouds had finally graced the people with its wondrous crystal droplets, slowly washing away the blood and panic.

*Kazimir's P.O.V*

The tension in the office was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Everyone had been dreading who'd get the case for the incident this morning. Looking at my teammates, I prayed to God, hoping we wouldn't get it, I honestly did not want to be around that decapitated head.

"I can see your thoughts on your forehead." Rode says to me with a laugh.

"It takes a real sicko to do something like this." Véronique adds to the convo.

"Has any of you seen Claude?" I ask.

As if on cue, he steps in the room with Madame Cartier before him. Claude always got excited when it came to cases that seem to be more than a simple one, two. Looking at my teammates, I simply shook my head with a little smile. It was inevitable.

*One Hour Later*

Looking over the case, I close my eyes and raise my hands towards my temples.

"So who'd Mr. Alarie upset for them to cut him in three and demolish his buildings?" Rhodes asks, breaking the silence.

"That's what we need to find out," Claude says, rising from his seat, "I called Mrs. Alarie, we're due for a visit at her resident in the next hour."

"I'm driving." Rhodes exclaims.

"I'm staying back to see if I can track our victim's activities since the past 72 hours. See you guys soon." Claude says, leaving the room.

Exiting the room, we head to the basement of the building and head over to the car. As we settle ourselves in the vehicle, we punch in the address of Mrs. Alarie and drive off.

Leaving the city, we enter the forestry residence that's mostly inhabited by the rich. We slowly drive past all the different houses and look for house numbers. Finally finding it, we turn into the driveway that seemed to be a whole forest in itself until we could finally see a house in the dead center of what seemed to be thousands of trees.

"Holy shit, it huge." Rhodes exclaims.

"You need to learn how to filter that mouth of yours," I say to him with a little smile. "Please don't go in there and say anything you shouldn't."

"Yes, sir." He replies in a jokingly manner.

Finally arriving in the house's humongous parking lot, I really understood what Rhodes was saying, huge couldn't begin to describe this place. It was ten stories tall, each having a terrace that was lined with miniature trees, all glass windows that looked heavenly, and the white paint gave it the perfect look in the sun that shined on it. Exiting the car, we ascended the white stairs to our left. At the very top, a woman who looked to be in her early 50s stood waiting for us with a smile warming her face.

"Good day, I am Cintra, the head maid of this residence," she said with a slight bow of her head. "The lady of the house is waiting for you. Please follow me." She says, raising her head.

We took a look at each other and followed Cintra into the house. The inside looked like it was taken from a fairy tail. The trees weren't only on the outside but the inside, too. The room was filled with white furnishers that had wood carvings, to the far right of the room, a tall glass door with golden outlines, and campanula alliariifolia surrounding the entrance. Following the lady we entire and she presses the button for the third floor.

Upon arrival, we saw a woman dressed in a full white floral dress and white mary janes. She was seated at the center of the room, sipping what I was assuming was tea while staring the window. Her attention was finally drawn to us when Cintra announced our arrival. Rising from her seat, she greeted us and ushered us to have a seat.

"Good day officers, how may I assist you today." She said with a warm smile on her face.

"Good, Mrs. Alarie, I know now might be a rough time for you. However, we are here regarding your husband's death." Véronique says in a lugubrious tone.

"We would like to ask a few questions if that's fine with you," I added while reaching for the recorder in my pocket, "may we also record this conversation for future references?"

"I have no problem with that." She replied simply.

"Ok, the night before your husband's death, could you confirm his where abouts?"

"Um, he was home all night. He had left this morning for work like usual."

"Has your husband behaved abnormally or differently as of late or within the past 48 hours?"

"He has been a bit more agitated, and a bit paranoid," she says looking down into her cup "he came home two nights ago saying his business partner was trying to get him out of the business."

"Do you have any idea why he would think that."

"No, I just told him it was mere suspicion, I really hate the thought of all things that are negative."

"Was your husband the only one bringing an income home?"

"Yes, I stay home with the kids."

"Okay, that is all for today. we will be in touch if we've found anything or if we have more questions." Véronique says, closing off.

"Thank you very much, officers, till next time." She replied with a smile.

Driving out the parking lot, we made our way back to the office to continue our investigation. However, something was off, for a woman who had lost her husband a few hours ago she was too happy, maybe I'm overthinking it, or am I not.