“Is that it?”, the captain thundered. It seemed as if he would throw a fit any minute now.
“We have circumstantial evidence that Iago is our perpetrator”, Detective Watson handed a folder to the captain. “He has a criminal record, was released on parole a few years back and the M.O clearly matches”.
Captain flicked through the leaves in the file and threw it on the desk, mindlessly. “What do you suggest?”
“I say we get him”, Detective Watson folded his hands in front of him.
“You do realize we have nothing inevitable. He may have a perfect alibi for all we know. And if he doesn’t confess within 48 hours of investigation, we will have to not only release him but probably deal with a lawsuit.”
“Sir, we know nothing about the murderer yet, he leaves no trace, no witness. He knows our methods, that's how he’s dodging us so skillfully”, the detective argued.
“But there must be something?”, captain dropped his head into his hands.
“There is something though”, the detective hesitated. “It is a fact that a whistle is heard before a murder occurs”
“Codswallop”, the captain chuckled darkly, “you don’t believe this detective do you?”
“I didn’t initially, Sir,”he paused, “but Mr. March heard a whistle somewhere and later discovered his wife's dead body in the lounge. The residents of Baker street claim they heard a whistling sound late at night and the next morning, Mr. Heathcliff’s dead body was found under a streetlamp. And we have a recorded message which we acquired from the phone of Mr. Montague in which he states that he’s hearing a strange whistling noise which can also be heard in the background. He was later found in his bedroom, his throat slit open”
“The whistle seems to be an omen. Something that strikes fear in the hearts of his unfortunate victims”, the captain mused.
The detective shrugged, “The whistle has become synonymous with murder at any case”
“So you're saying,” the captain snapped his fingers, “that whenever a whistle sounds, it is followed by a murder?”
“That's our initial take,’ Detective tilted his head, “yes.”
“Preposterous,” the captain spat.
“People are scared to their wits. Whistles sound and murders occur. We need to get Iago. He was whimsical before. I guess he's theatrical now”, Detective Watson pressed.
“Fine”, the captain rubbed his temples, “You will proceed,a serial killer is wreaking havoc in our precinct and I don’t want the higher ups to transfer this case to Major Crimes department, we need to arrest him ASAP.”
Within a day, a team was dispatched and Iago was brought to the police station. “Why am I here, detective?”, he sneered, once held within the interrogation room, “I’m just living an honest, quiet life now”
“Honest, quiet life? Is murder becoming a pleasant hobby for you?”, Detective taunted. A vicious smile erupted on his face.
“What makes you think I'm the whistling monster?”
“No?”
“Certainly not”, Iago replied, that smile still plastered on his face.
“Well, then we aren't leaving this room until you confess, Iago”
“Oh”, he jeered,“than we have a long night ahead”
“He won't speak?”,the captain asked.
“He has confessed, I had it recorded”, the detective replied exasperated.
“Then why are you being so troubled?”, the captain leaned back in his chair.
“Because he doesn't say anything else. He just keeps smiling like a maniac and keeps saying he killed all those people”
“A confession is enough to get an arrest warrant. Let's leave the rest to the court”
“Why?”, Detective Watson cracked his knuckles, “so that he can get released on parole again? We need to lock him up for good.”
The night had grown dark and cold. Detective Watson sat in the interrogation room.
“Why did you whistle?”, he asked, clearly disgusted.
Iago sniggered again. His head drooped down, concealed by his messy hair. The detective stood up, towering over him.
“It was all very fun indeed”, Iago said, his smile growing disturbingly vibrant.
“Fine, you can choose to keep your mouth shut and rot in a jail cell for the rest of your life”, the detective's fist shook. He was vexed to his brim. Iago turned silent again, leaving the detective with nothing but a vile smirk. Detective Watson turned around. He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.
Suddenly a sound was heard. An alluring melody. A whistle. He turned back to Iago. He sat straight, his mouth was clamped shut. He wasn't whistling.
“Is it another sinister plan of yours?”, the detective asked. Iago smiled again. The whistling continued. “Iago, just-” the detective jabbed a finger in his direction, “Stop this nonsense right now!”.
Something resembling a cough erupted from his mouth which then evolved into a diabolical laugh.
“How can you?”,Detective Watson yelled as he fumbled for his gun. The whistling persisted. The tune was now playful. Iago threw his head back and crackled maniacally. His laughter echoed in the empty station, bouncing around, turning more menacing every minute.
Detective felt his skin crawl. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead “You evil monster!”, Detective aimed his gun at Iago, his hands shaking slightly. Iago continued to laugh. The whistle lingered.
“No!”, the detective shrieked, “I won't let you harm more people. I'll stop you!”. He felt as if he was being buried alive. The walls of the room were closing in on him.
“But I am doing nothing!”, Iago was still laughing, “Can't you see! I'm handcuffed to this chair!!”, he laughed and laughed.
“Then who's whistling?!?”, the detective cried out. The whistling didn't stop but it was interrupted by the loud bang of the gun. And then there was a deadly silence. The detective sunk down in a heap, the gun still clutched in his hands. Iago collapsed on the chair, his eyes lifeless, a hole in his forehead, blood splattered everywhere.
The whistle had sounded. And a murder had occurred
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