Sheryl’s Daily Prompt
It was the strangest case Della had ever been involved with. The entire room was covered with papers including a cypher. Some instances, there were whole sentences and paragraphs weirdly linked and on others, single words. From what she’d learned so far, the man was nothing short of brilliant. She didn’t doubt for a second it would take a similar brain to decode what he’d written. What’s more, they had to just in case something written there held a clue that pointed to a motive that led to his murder. She sighed. She had a feeling this was going to take considerable time.
His demise had been lethal and deadly. Either it was the result of a one-hit-wonder and someone got lucky, or they knew exactly what they were doing because Victor Lemche hadn’t stood a chance. After examining Mr. Lemche, it was certain he hadn’t fought back or had time to protect himself. From the look of the place, someone was looking for something. Perhaps they’d broken in with the intent of robbing him and he’d walked in on them. The mess was methodical, they wanted something, it wasn’t a random break-in.
Now the legwork began. Talking to colleagues, friends and family to find out how his day worked. Where he spent the majority of his time, when and where. Who mattered and who didn’t in his life. Was he a loner? Did he have any enemies? Did anyone stand to gain from his death? Was anyone jealous of him? Did he have girlfriends?
He had been a very handsome older man. Tall, slim, pleasant face, and modern styled hairdo, so he cared about his personal look. So although he was brilliant, she’d guess he had a social life as well. An interesting situation. Most brilliant people spent vast amounts of time alone working on their pet projects. All the normal pertinent questions, but she’d bet a dollar to a donut, there was a hell of a lot more involved.