In The Moonlight
“This is a slam dunk case,” Detective Williams leaned back in his chair. “The Waterson chick has been placed at the scene of the crime, and there is nothing more for us to do. Everything has been turned over to the Prosecutor. Easiest murder case ever.”
“A little too easy, don’t you think?” I asked. Something about the case nagged at the nether regions of my mind. It should have been enough the killer was caught and in jail, but something wouldn’t let me enjoy this victory. “Shouldn’t we at least look at some other leads?”
“Why? We have the videotape that proves Waterson did it. Nothing else matters, why waste our time?” He stood up and yawned. “I want some coffee and a donut. All of this policing has taken a lot out of me.”
As he tromped out of the office, I put my face in my hands. A small voice scared me, “Hello. Sorry to bother you but I have information about the Chandler investigation that I think will help.”
A petite young woman, no more than 21, stood in the door frame. I sat straight up and fixed my tie. “And what do you think is so important? We have the suspect in tape committing the crime.”
“I know for a fact that Suzanne Waterson didn’t kill Mr. Chandler. She couldn’t have, because she was with me.”
The girl, Abagail Stockard, insisted that she was telling the truth. Williams and I both warned her that lying to the police to help a friend could lead her to face charges of her own. She produced a picture from the night of the murder. There was no timestamp on it. She tried to get us to subpoena Snapchat records, but Williams had made a good point, video doesn’t lie. Suzanne Waterson pulled the trigger that ended a life.
Abagail left, defeated. She almost made me believe her, but I had watched the footage with my own eyes. Even if the Waterson girl had gone to the bar with her friend, it was after she killed a guy. Truth be told, if I killed someone, I would probably need tequila to live with myself too. “Should we have her charged with Obstruction?”
“Maybe. At least we should let the D.A. know so that he isn’t shocked when they present this as a defense in the case,” Williams chomped on the donut he had procured. “Then again, she is a pretty little thing. Maybe we should encourage her to come to talk to us again. You do need a date.”
“I am not going to date a witness in one of our cases. Again.”
On a whim, I grabbed the video and played it again.
Suzanne Waterson looked directly at the camera and fired off her gun. Mr. Chandler slumped over, and blood pulled around him. A flash of blue crept into the screen. Then blackness when the recording ended. What was the blue?
“Someone edited the video!” I said excitedly. The easy case was no longer so easy. There was more to the mystery than what we knew. “Yes, Suzanne Waterson pulled the trigger, but maybe she had an accomplice.”
“Stop looking to make more work for us. We are heroes, we caught the killer. I