The Mysterious Rice.
All started one day in April in the big city Vancouver, Canada. When suddenly the prettiest woman that I have seen in all my life was entering through the door of the agency crying, immediately Ernesta ran to help her.
– What happened?– asked Ernesta – Is everything fine?
– NO!!!! – and she continued crying – I was in the mall with my friend – she didn’t talk fluid – and when I arrived at my home…
Ernesta was trying to help her calm down but she was really exalted.
– Please, continue. – I said.
– My husband was dead. – and I understood why she can’t stop crying.
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– Oh my God. Don’t worry, we will solve this weird case, what’s your name, but the way?
– Anna. – and then she left my small local.
Ernesta and I exchanged our worried expressions and swallowed saliva, honestly this was the first time we were going to solve a mystery about a dead man.
We wanted to contact our mate but we knew that he is always busier than us so we didn’t want to make his job worse.
The days passed, and the woman told us information about what she did that day.
She told us that she invited her best friend to have lunch with her and her husband. Apparently they ate faster than her husband and left the house.
I asked about what they ate that day, and she always told us that she ate her friend’s rice chicken. I asked about her husband’s allergies and diseases but she told me that he was the healthier man and he didn’t have allergies.
We decided to interrogate her friend, she was the last to see the man alive. What she said is that they were the closest friends and they met when they were in the kindergarten, and unfortunately each one went to different high schools, but they met again when they both met Anna. She loves the rice so she decided to prepare the delicious rice of the town for her best friends. And in that moment I knew the truth.
The next day I called Anna and her friend to come to my local and talk. They went at 9 o'clock and I started explaining.
By Nicolle Madiedo and
Ignacio Negrette, Step 9 Blue
