It was no different than any other homicide Officer Marshall worked- very routine. Roll the tape, interview witnesses, assess the murder, etc.
He had done it many times in his 15-year career; responding to a murder at his neighbor’s house was no different.
Officer Marshall didn’t know the man well, he spent long hours at work and never had time to make new friends. His wife spoke often of him though, saying she wished he would be more like him.
Officer Marshall took every slight with a grain of salt; he knew that his hectic schedule put a strain on his marriage.
He rolled the tape methodically, and began interviewing the witnesses. Witnesses say they heard 3 gunshots, and saw a man fleeing the scene in the neighbor’s car.
They weren’t able to identify the man, but Officer Marshall knew it would turn up soon. He took the remaining information from the witnesses before entering his neighbor’s house.
He entered the house and followed the trail of investigators and fellow officers to the victim. When he reached the victim, Officer Marshall, who never once broke down at a crime scene was stoic.
There, lying on the bed, in the blue lingerie he purchased for her, was his wife. She was shot twice in the chest, and once in the head; from his experience he knew she died instantly.
The neighbor, and now prime suspect, was missing. He stared at her expressionless; simply stared at the woman he promised ‘til death do us part.’
Truth is he knew he would find her here tonight.
He had suspected his wife of cheating for quite some time now, and after coming home earlier than expected from a shift the other night it was confirmed.
He had seen countless murders, suicides, stabbings, etc. But seeing the woman he loved cheating on him with another man made him snap.
Officer Marshall knew where to find her on his lunch break tonight, so he snuck into his neighbor’s house and released the built up emotions from 15 years on the job like an erupting volcano.
Investigators would eventually find the unrecognizable body of his neighbor stashed in the trunk of his car at an abandoned lot in the city; he made sure of it.
The captain snapped Officer Marshall out of his stoic trance, and told him to go home and grieve.
Returning to an empty house to reflect upon his actions was the last thing he wanted to do, but the captain insisted. Officer Marshall left the scene silently and returned home.
He sat in his kitchen, staring at his wedding picture with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He sipped the whiskey slowly and cried as he focused on his wife in her beautiful wedding dress.
“She shouldn’t have done it! She shouldn’t have cheated!” he cried hysterically.
He took one last sip of whiskey before he pulled his gun from its holster, placed it to his head, and pulled the trigger.