The Found Incriminatory Crown
His name is
Omar Yehia, a colonel in Cairo’s police department. In this land the people are
not happy and the government is surprisingly unstable, its hands are filled
with violent cases that are happening disturbingly frequent.
“Colonel Yehia,
we need you at 19th avenue right now, it’s urgent” The police radio resonated
distracting him from his investigation on the most recent murder case. “I will
be there in a minute” he briefly answered to the lieutenant that had contacted
him.
He quickly
finished reading some more evidence that some residents in the area had found
about the last case that was presented to him and signed off the computer,
organizing papers in different folders depending on their importance and
relevance. He then, made his way up to his car, so he exited the police
department in a hurry, greeting some of the people that he saw as he made his way
out, turned on his car and entered. The engine started with a loud roaring that
made the car shake a bit, then he started driving to the address that was given
to him.
When he
arrived he was able to witness several police cars and some forensic
specialists closely examining the area. As he got closer to the area surrounded
with “Do not cross” yellow tape, typical of these cases, Lieutenant Sayed
approached him quickly, “Glad you made it here that fast Colonel Yehia” he said
with formality. “What is the matter Lieutenant?” he asked with a bit of concern
because there had been a while since a case seemed this urgent.
“There was
a murder” the lieutenant began, this was quite usual so the colonel frowned in
confusion. “A prostitute was slain, but there’s something odd about this case”,
he paused, as if the lieutenant himself couldn’t believe it “what’s wrong?” “A
prostitute was slain, but she carried Queen Mary’s crown” he announced.
“WHAT!?” He
screamed, he couldn’t even believe it. “We couldn’t believe it either, but it’s
true, it’s the original one”
How could
that even happen?, the crown was sacred, a symbol of purity and royalty. “We contacted
you here in hopes that you can find the guilty criminal of this unforgivable
crime.
“We need to
find the criminal” he said, worried.
He arrived
to the police department, immediately initiating his investigation. He first
looked at the police record, finding who the finger prints that were on the
crown belonged to. Rajiv Sorka was the name that read on the screen, he was a well-known
criminal that was incarcerated on the Cairo Prison, so that was where he needed
to go to.
He arrived
at the Cairo Prison, asking the guard that was at
“Rajiv
Sorka, am I right?” He ensured.
“The only
and proud one” he was proud of his name, of his criminal backstory. Clearly, he
didn’t regret anything. “Can you give me an explanation about what were you
doing with the queen’s crown?” He asked sternly.
“ I won’t
tell you” he said in a provoking tone.
“Well, you
will if you don’t want to be sentenced to death” The criminal was taken a back
by the same tone spitting venom from the colonel’s tongue.
“Fine, I
guess I’ll have to tell you, that prostitute was sent from my behalf, I wanted
the queens crown, so I could blackmail my way out of prison”
“That was
the last straw Sorka” Colonel Yehia spit with despite. “You are now sentenced
to death, start thinking about what your last meal will be” he turned his back
at him immediately, not looking at his face of total anger as he exited the questioning room.
“YOU WILL
PAY FOR THIS” he screamed at the
colonel, but his job was complete, this crime was solved. Satisfaction
overwhelmed the colonel’s body as he was proud of his actions, this crime was
solved, thank to him.
By Nathalie Salas, Step 9.
