The Case of the Perplexing Story (StoryADay Post)

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“A killer is on the loose, having broken into the home of a wealthy woman and left her for dead. He absconded with a few items, then left the initials, ‘M.A.’”

“Who is M.A.?” Chas Myers snarled in anger as he slammed the newspaper on his desk. The news article spoke of the death of Gilda Goodman, wife of actor Elliott Gaines. “I’d like to know who this M.A. person is so I can give them a piece of my mind!”

“I don’t know about that,” said Jarvis Monroe. “You always think that the killer is cruel and heartless. What if that person is actually sensible?”

“Jarvis, we made that mistake before,” said Chas. “In assuming that the person was reasonable, we allowed a young man to murder an autistic girl. The girl’s mother almost killed me over that.” He sighed, saying, “I’m not making that same mistake again. I’m going to make sure that the guilty person gets what they deserves, even if that person is the most pious and upright citizen in this community.”

Jarvis sighed, knowing that while Chas was the one of the best private detectives in the city, he also happened to be impatient, controlling, short-tempered, verbally abusive, and judgmental. Chas was notorious for forcing people to confess, especially if it concerned small children. Chas still hadn’t gotten over his stupid decisions that led to the murder of little Erica Dawson last year, and the fact that Erica’s mother, Monica, still wanted him dead for her child’s murder.

Jarvis knew that if he wasn’t watching Chas, Chas would have been responsible for nervous breakdowns and some suicides. He knew he would have to tread carefully in this case.

“Bless you, ma’am,” the homeless woman said as Margo Althea Puckett handed her a $100 bill. She had found the woman and two small children living in the local park; they appeared to not have a family or friends around.

“No,” said Margo. “A woman like you doesn’t deserve to live on the streets, and neither do your children. I suggest that you go to the God’s Army Shelter.”

The woman smiled as she took her children and walked away. Margo smiled to herself, knowing that she had helped a homeless family find shelter and some food. The coastal city was always cold and foggy, and many homeless people died due to exposure and starvation.

Then Margo’s attention turned to the wealthy woman that she had killed; she always hated wealthy people for their extravagant lifestyles when they should have been helping the poor. Gilda Goodman should have known better than to throw those extravagant parties when that homeless woman couldn’t even put food into her children’s mouths.

Gilda paid for that greediness with her life. Soon, another wealthy person will end up like her. It would only be a matter of time.