Suicide or Murder

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21st November , 1997. It was a typical Friday and I was weary. I just moved to Acapulco, Mexico. It is a city of crimes . I live with my mum who is an investigative journalist.

It was around 3 in the morning when I woke up, disturbed by the noise and hurry-scurry. I heard someone hollering, "Call the ambulance!!". I ran out of my room, to the corridor, and heard that my neighbour was found dead in his apartment.

It was all helter-skelter. The cops were already there. I hurried toward the room for a closer look. I could be quite inquisitive sometimes. The cops declared it a suicide.

I asked one of the other residents about the man and thus got to know that the man's name was Bob Weasley and he lived alone. He also told me his opinion, how he thought that Bob had probably committed suicide because he couldn't bear being rejected by Molly. Apparently, Molly was this blond girl who lived on the 10th floor and was already committed. I could hear the cops inquiring more about Bob and saw that they were making notes when I stepped closer.

I managed to sneak some information.

BRIEFING:
Hanged himself to a ceiling fan. Windows shut. Door open. Did anyone come in before? The person who reported to the cops was Mr. Henry Weasley, Bob's uncle. Apparently, he came to visit his nephew after almost five years. I believed the claim that Bob had committed suicide before noticing the marks on Bob's wrists. My mind raced.

"It is a murder", I shouted. It came out louder than I meant. Everyone was now staring at me, the look of shock was evident. One of the cops, Officer Harley, approached me as if I was insane and asked my why I thought it was a murder when they clearly declared it to be a suicide. I showed him the marks and tried to explain that Bob was forced to do so. I asked him a few minutes time so I could explain myself and give the complete information regarding my suspicion about the murder. I took a look at all the rooms. Everything seemed okay until I went into the kitchen. I found two moist cups and some powder in the sink. The powdery stuff was mostly drained by a week flow of tap-water. Upon inspection we found out that it was made of smashed sleeping pills. There was some kind of burnt twine too. I questioned Henry regarding the previous night but nothing seemed of concern

After taking another look at the body,the apartment and at Henry. I provided my explanation and the cops arrested Henry. The onlookers were bewildered by the sudden news and there was confusion everywhere. But my head was very clear.

How I explained the murder:

Henry entered the house late at night and both of them talked for a while and drank some tea.Later Henry must've tied Bob with a rope. And hanged him to finish it all off.
The rope tied to Bob's wrist was burnt in kitchen and at some point, it made an impression on Henry's clothes and he obviously did not realise that. Part of the twine was found, half drained, in the sink.

After the investigation, Henry was found guilty and the motive was Bob has a property and upon his death Henry can acquire the property. The police were impressed and personally thanked me. "Tell us about yourself" Harley asked. "I am Ed Reagan,18 ,student of Criminology ".

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