Murder

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Murder

The silence was thick and filled the room like smoke, over a hundred people in this small room and not a single soul spoke. Jimmy looked at his watch, still 5 minutes till the judge was scheduled to come back in. Jimmy reached in his poked, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and put one cigarette in his mouth. He had started rummages his pockets for his lighter when his wife reminded him without a word that smoking was not allowed in the courtroom. Jimmy cursed under his breath and stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket as the judge came back into the courtroom. Jimmy had been working 24/7 for two month and now it was time to see this criminal punished for his crime.
Jimmy was a detective and was said to be the best one in the entire state. He had been given this case of brutal murder after the previous detective had given up. Jimmy had first denied taking the case, he hated to start his investigation on a cold crime scene, but the brutality of the murder and pressure from his superiors had forced him to take case. The burned remains of the victim had been found in her own kitchen, some sort of explosive fire had burned down the house with her inside it. The technicians’ had already established that the fire had started in the kitchen so it seemed.
Jimmy agreed with the previous detective in his statement of this being a case of murder, but where the previous detective had given up finding clues after a week and given the case to Jimmy, jimmy had worked for two whole hours, finally finding a small piece of evidence. A tie scorched by the flames.
It was no wonder it had been overlooked for so long, the victims’ husband had a lot of ties so nothing seemed special about this one, but the neighbors had told Jimmy that the victims husband Steve was a very strict person who never left any of his belongings lying around the house.
An abnormality that was all Jimmy had needed, the next two weeks, he had worked tireless to find out what had happened that hot day in august around midday. Jimmy studied pictures taken of the couple, watched their home videos, and talked to their friends. He soon realized that their relationship had been doomed from the beginning and that they had discussed getting divorced, but the victim who was a good catholic had completely denied that option, but Steve could not stand to live another minute more with her had given her a small overdose of sleeping pills, tied her down in the kitchen, soaked her in gasoline and then burned her and the house down.
Steve was arrested and now after a long and hard trial the time of judgment had finally arrived. The judge slowly sat down in the chair and began to read the verdict. Jimmy was two busy begging god to help justice prevail, to hear the what the judge said until that last and most important word was said.
Jimmy heard the word, and the great scream of joy from the entire crowd, guilty.
“We did it!” Screamed Jimmy, hugged his wife, felt her sharp edges biting into his rips, but he didn’t care he was too happy. In that moment he loved his wife more than ever before, he held her out in an arms length and adored her cubic figure while he asked himself with disgust towards the murderer: “What monster would kill his own companion cube?”