As they returned to the crime scene, they saw Captain Larcon chatting with the forensic team, nodding intently as one of the technicians explained something. The captain's expression was grim, and Decker could tell he was already under pressure to crack the case. Decker and Alvin approached, and the captain turned to them, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in their slightly disheveled appearance.
The captain's expression remained stern, but a hint of amusement danced in his eyes as he looked at Decker and Alvin. "Did the two of you find out any useful information, or were you just...entertaining yourselves?" he asked, his tone laced with a mix of curiosity and subtle sarcasm.
Decker shot Alvin a warning glance before responding.
"We got the timeline confirmed, Captain. The victim left Madam Jiggle Tit's brothel at 9:45 pm, and was found an hour later. We'll need to look into the alibis for anyone who was in the area around that time."
"We can check the street's surveillance cameras for any useful information". Alvin said enthusiastically.
"Don't bother even trying to do that, these cameras have been down for at least two years, this is the red-light district after all, but Seriously! the brothel is really name Madam Jiggle Tit's" Captain Larcon asked with a frown.
"To Answer your, Question captain, yes that's the name of the brothel.
Also we have to do this the hard way. Why do I get the feeling that this will end up as a cold case? " Decker said with a sigh.
"That's not even the worst part," Captain Larcon said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, his words almost spitting out in disgust.
"How do you think the Wright family is going to take the news that one of their own has been killed?" he added, his tone laced with biting irony.
"This is a fantastic predicament we find ourselves in," he said, his voice heavy with disdain. "And I am just loving every bit of it," he finished, his expression a picture of exasperation, frustration and concern etched on his face like a deep-seated scar.
Decker and Alvin exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes locking in a moment of shared understanding, both of them familiar with the captain's sarcasm and the crushing weight of the situation.
With a sigh, Alvin took his flask from his pocket and handed it over to Captain Larcon. "Here you go, Captain, you need this more than me."
Captain Larcon's eyes lit up as he took the flask and unscrewed the cap, taking a long swig from it. "Ah, yes, I needed that."
"By the way, what's in this?" he asked, handing the flask back to Alvin.
"It's my own personal mixture of Johnnie Walker , old brigand, El Dorado and Absolut vodka and Malibu. I call it the Hot box," Alvin replied with a sly grin.
Captain Larcon raised an eyebrow. "You're not serious, are you?"
"Dead serious, Captain," Alvin replied with a chuckle.
"Anyway, since the two of you are the ones who will be heading up this case, it's up to you to inform the Wright family," Captain Larcon said, pointing his fingers at Decker and Alvin.
Decker took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. "It's been a long day and I'm beat. I think we should inform them of what happened in the morning," he said with a tired expression.
Alvin rubbed his temples, weighing the options. "I don't think we can put it off, Decker. The longer we wait, the more likely they'll hear it from someone else."
Decker exhaled a stream of smoke, knowing Alvin was right.
"Very well, then let's do this," Decker said.
"I think I'll accompany you as well, Captain," Larcon said with a sigh.
Decker raised an eyebrow. "You're coming with us, Captain?"
Larcon nodded. "I want to be there for this one. Let's get it over with."
The three of them piled into the car, the silence between them thick with unspoken tension. Decker started the engine, pulling out of the crime scene's makeshift parking area. Alvin sat in the passenger seat, eyes fixed on the road ahead. Captain Larcon sat in the backseat, his expression grim.
The drive to the Wright's residence was uneventful, the silence between them palpable. Decker navigated the familiar streets, his mind preoccupied with the task ahead. Alvin's eyes remained fixed on the road, his expression unreadable. Captain Larcon's gaze seemed to be lost in thought, his eyes fixed on some point beyond the present moment.
As they pulled up to the Wright's estate, Decker felt a sense of trepidation wash over him. The mansion loomed before them, its grandeur and opulence evident in the sprawling grounds and manicured lawns. Guards stood at attention around the perimeter, their eyes scanning the surroundings with a mixture of caution and curiosity.
"Alright, let's get this over with," Captain Larcon said, his voice low and even.
Decker nodded, killing the engine. "Time to face the music," he muttered.
"Let's keep this professional," Alvin advised, his eyes scanning the guards as they stepped out of the car.
The three of them approached the Wright's front entrance,
One of the guards stepped forward, his hand raised in a halting gesture. "I'm afraid you can't go any further. This is a restricted area, and you're trespassing on private property. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
Decker pulled out his badge. "We're here to speak with the Wright family. Urgently."
The guard's expression changed from hostile to neutral as he nodded. "Of course, officers. Right this way."
The guard stepped aside, allowing them to pass through the gates and approach the mansion. "I'll inform the family of your arrival. Please, follow me."
As the officers were escorted into the mansion's foyer, the rest of the family members began to filter in, their faces etched with concern and curiosity. There was James, the patriarch's nephew, looking anxious; Emily, the youngest daughter, looking worried; and Marcus, the eldest son, with a stoic expression