Janes’s Addictive (A to Z Blog Challenge)

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**To start from the beginning: From the Case Files of Inspector Khazarian Rovas

Janes

“Jane’s Addictive”

The Case Files of Inspector Khazarian Rovas

“So, seven years ago a call went into 911. A woman saying she found five dead people. She gave the address: a house in the suburbs, the bodies were in the basement. The call came from that house. She hung up without giving her name. When the first police arrived, the only thing greeting them were the dead. I was called in-I doubt you remember this, but it was one of those middle of the night calls I got far too often.” Rovas looked at his wife, knowing the answer, but, still.

“No, I don’t.”

“There were no stab wounds, no gun shots, no strangulation marks. Each victim-three young men, two women-were in various positions on the floor in a not quite semi-circle. They were dressed. Around and on them were ashes. It was later determined they had been smoking marijuana, but it had something extra in it: a very high grade pure heroin was mixed in. An ‘A-Bomb’ or “Atom Bomb, in street slang.”

“Either one not bad enough for them?,” Berrak asked.

“That’s the thing. Everyone we spoke to said that all five eschewed the use of harder drugs. They saw the marijuana as nothing more dangerous than liquor. Funny thing, this was a meditation group, something they began in college. We even found their dealer…well, he came forward, actually, at a friend’s urging. He swore he never sold anything but pot. Investigations could not find anything to the contrary. He did some time, but not for murder in any degree.”

Berrak had picked up the file and was studying it, finding the points that Khazarian mentioned. The points he glossed over weren’t worth bringing up, she agreed, as she read them. “Good people, never hurt anyone, against hard drugs, never a problem…Zarian, interview after interview, they all say the same things.”

“Yes, even the dealer”

“So, the woman who called?”

“No trace. There majority of the fingerprints in the basement were of the five. There were assorted others: the parents who owned the house, who had been away for the weekend that it occurred. Some neighbors, other family members. We interviewed them all. Most of the women whose traces we found had solid alibis; the few who didn’t were investigated seemed to have no grudge with anyone who died. No skeletons in the closets that we could find. No motive.”

“Motive. So, Zarian, you think this was murder?”

“Yes. Call it a policeman’s gut instincts, but I feel this was more than buying a bad dose. If it had been on the streets, we would have had more deaths coming in, We didn’t.”

Rovas moved his chair to Berrak’s side. The two of them poured over the information they had in the files. After going over the information, and one or the other throwing out ideas to the other, Berrak got up to chart the information they had on the white board that they had brought in on the “Old Lace” case.

It soon filled up, spilling over to the nearest bulletin board. The pictures of the five dead were at the top: Rebecka Larsen, Robert Larsen, Michelle DeBois, Ernesto “Ernie” Perez, and Edward White. Below and to the side were lists of relatives, friends, the dealer, and any and all information the two of them agreed was relevant.

 

Rovas got up and stared at the board. He studied each area, went over the details methodically, looking for connections he might have missed seven years ago. Berrak joined him, starting at the other end from her husband. They met in the middle, Berrak passing in front of Khazarian. He grabbed her around her waist, leaning in to nuzzle her neck.

She lightly smacked his hands, smiling at the boards, which immediately took her out of the contact. “Zarian, this is not the place. These people…they don’t have any chance for any happiness anymore. Haven’t had, in a long time.” She pivoted around, gave him a kiss, and slithered out of his embrace.

Rovas smiled, continuing on his inspection.

Finally, they returned to their chairs. Berrak took a pad of paper and began to write down a list.

Rovas tried to look over her shoulder. Before he could ask, Berrak said: “This is a list of the women who did no have an alibi at the time of the murders. Yes, I think so as well.” she said. “After dinner, I think some computer time can hopefully give us some current information.”

“And tomorrow,” Rovas added, “we’ll hopefully find them and have a word. I’ll see if Gil will be available.”

“Good.”

“Yes, good.”
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“The Case Files of Inspector Khazarian Rovas” is my theme for this year. Cold case files for the good inspector to delve into, trying to make sense &/or solve. 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 the stories.

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