Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Setting: During the manga.
Summary: Dee and Ryo have a mystery to solve.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Flummox’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Not all criminals were dumb as stumps, and not all crimes were easy to solve. Sure, there were some where the perpetrator was easily identified, having left fingerprints, footprints, and in one memorable case, their phone at the scene of the crime, but once in a while the detectives of the two-seven found themselves up against a criminal mastermind.
This was one such case, and the cops were flummoxed. They had a murder scene, blood spatters, but no body, and no fingerprints other than those belonging to the man whose office it was. The room was locked from the inside, the key still in the lock, meaning the murderer couldn’t have locked it on his way out with a second key.
Added to that, the office was in a high-rise block, with plate glass windows that didn’t open. The only other door in the room led to a small private bathroom, and there was no body there either.
“Well, ya can’t flush a body so it wasn’t shoved down the can.” Dee scowled at the room.
“Not to mention if the body had been dismembered there’d be a lot more blood than there is,” Ryo pointed out.
Dee nodded. “Air and heatin’ vents are out too; even a rat would have a hard time squeezin’ through the ducts, and anyhow there’s no sign of the covers bein’ removed.”
“I was thinking that too. So where does that leave us?”
“With a mystery on our hands. Damn, I hate cases like this! There should be a law against clever people committin’ crimes.”
“Even the cleverest people make mistakes, Dee. There’s no such thing as the perfect crime.”
“So people say, but this could be the one that beats us. How come we always get these cases?”
“Because we always solve them.”