“…and Old Lace”
The Case Files of Inspector Khazarian Rovas
Being married for forty-one years, Berrak made coffee exactly how her husband liked it, az şekerli. She liked hers çok şekerli, sweet like her nature, and fixed it accordingly. Khazarian would never be called sweet by anyone except Berrak. He had no room for sentimentality when he was working, and only relaxed, just enough, when he was home with her.Now he was home all the time, and it grated on his nerves. Not Berrak. Never Berrak. But, not working, arresting criminals and bringing them to justice. He did not know how to retire.
Holding his demitasse cup still almost full, Khazarian stood, bent over to kiss Berrak, and went into his study. He licked his lips and smiled. “Yes, she is sweet,” he thought, as he made his was to his desk and sat.
Rovas stared at the folders on his desk, the one he looked over just the night before. He knew this was a major infraction, his having old case files at his house, him not on the job anymore. It weighed on his mind for more than a moment. Sighing, he also realized that these open cases would remain so if they just sat in a box in the department’s storage. Taking a sip of his coffee, he opened up the file.
Twelve years had passed since the last of three like murders occurred. The papers played puns with the way the three women had been murdered: strangled by their lace veils. The “(Arsenic and) Old Lace Murders” headline shouted out on the newsstands after the second murder, and even more so after the third. Each of them a bride for only a week, only just returned from their honeymoon.
He went over the facts, as they had them, and reached nothing new in summation. Each newlywed was found in her bedroom, strangled, the twisted veil still wound around her neck. They had little in common besides being newlyweds, brunettes, and of medium build and height. Differing economic ranges, different positions (the last one didn’t hold a job). Different areas of the city. They were found in various states of undress, but no sexual violence. Each was sexually active, but…newlyweds.
And then it just stopped. No reason why it started that they could find, and nothing after the last murder. Frustrating. With no new evidence, the case eventually went cold. The husbands all had solid alibis, as did neighbors, co-workers, bridal parties, caterers, wedding photographers…the man hours they put in, and nothing.
Unsolved, and new evils coming in by the day, these finally became less of interest. But, not to Rovas. Each unsolved case stayed with him.
Turning on his laptop (grudgingly relied on at first; seeing it’s usefulness in the last years), Rovas went searching. His computer search lasted almost a week, which then led him to walking the crime scene areas again, after so many years. All three residences had changed hands. Two of the three allowed him inside, to just look around the room. The third residence (which was the second of the three murders) was not at home when he called, and had not gotten back to him. He retraced his steps, mentally and in person, all to no avail.
The missing home owner bothered him. Working at night, with Berrak asleep and all offices he needed information from closed for the evening, he took a chance. Calling his old department, and speaking with Sargent Detective Katsaros, eventually yielded Rovas a name: Micheal Avgoustidis. Online searches revealed a bit about him: a lawyer, widowed, still single, no children. His ex-wife cause of death was listed as accidental, falling down a flight of stairs. Her death three months earlier than Rovas’s first victim. He checked for a photo, and stopped, staring.
The ex-Mrs. Avgoustidis was brunette, of medium build and height.
Rovas felt he needed to take a closer look at Micheal Avgoustidis.
…to be continued
“The Case Files of Inspector Khazarian Rovas” is my theme for this year. Twenty six case files for the good inspector to delve into, trying to make sense &/or solve from this list of cold cases. My plan is to use a variety of genres within this overarching theme to allow me to play and, of course, challenge myself. Some cases might bleed into another case. Most will be stand alone. We’ll see, won’t we?
As to the Blogging from A to Z challenge, I’ll let the words of Arlee Bird (founder of said challenge) tell you what this is all about:
The brainchild of Arlee Bird, at Tossing it Out, the A to Z Challenge is posting every day in April except Sundays (we get those off for good behavior.) And since there are 26 days, that matches the 26 letters of the alphabet. On April 1, blog about something that begins with the letter “A.” April 2 is “B,” April 4 is “C,” and so on. You can use a theme for the month or go random – just as long as it matches the letter of the alphabet for the day.
The A to Z Challenge is a great way to get into the blogging habit and make new friends.
So, join me (and the over 1800 other blogs involved) starting on Friday, April 1, 2016 and ending on Saturday, April 30th. Comments and such are always welcome. I hope you enjoy what I’ve got planned.