Charlotte Lin

    It was Justin.

    I crossed the barren road at midnight. The street was empty, cold and silent. What a winter night! I savored the freezing air, exhaling all of its warmth. I went to the bar again, observing every detail. I saw a wisp of blond hair, shifting by the chair he usually sat at. It might just be a person with blond hair. I needed to find more clues. The bar was very lively, noisy and always full, brimming with customers.

    Red walls, classic furniture, clean counters and bustling staff. They have cheap alcohol. It would have been very easy for a murderer to put drugs in his cup. But the drugs would need a while to take effect. The murderer must have drugged him the moment he sat down, and started to talk to him about anything.

    It must have been the person who he cheated on me with, who talked to him for a while and waited as the poison began to affect him — his new girlfriend. I went to find out where she had been this past week. That day she was not at home. But she was only out for 20 minutes. What if she had another friend to help her do the rest of the job? There would be two murderers.

    I went back to my office in seclusion. There are two murderers conspiring together to kill him, using drugs and pushing him of the bridge. These are the clues. The only way to expose these two murderers would be to go to the monitor unit’s room.

    But why would they want to kill him? I know that little wicked woman! Money is all she thinks about.

    I walked to the room with heavy steps. Now it’s the time for the truth.