murder they wrote. indigo & violet !
Jun 12, 2019 16:11:35 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Jun 12, 2019 16:11:35 GMT -5
If we're going to figure out who did this, thought Violet, we're going to need the smartest person in this house:
Indigo.
It wasn't the sight of blood that had put Vi so out of place. Nor was it the gaping wound in Mr. Nox's throat, or the petrified look of his assistant, or the way some of her housemates shook with worry, that had her so strung up. It was the randomness of it all. The in-explainable violence. The drama. What had Mr. Nox said to someone that very same night, in that very same office, to cause them to murder the man? Had he ruled them out of the competition? Hinted at someone else winning? Made them furious? Threatened them? So many explanations and so many links - Violet wasn't good at putting the pieces of the puzzle together. She never had been. Her brain was too scattered, too confused, to look at the detail.
What she could do, however, was look at a dead body.
"It was a knife, I think. Probably from the kitchen. Cut clean across the throat in one swift movement. Wasn't a hack-job," explained Vi, ironically sat in the very same kitchen that her hypothesised murder weapon had come from. "But he choked to death on his own blood, that's what killed him. Had blood on his hands from trying to hold the wound shut so, uh, if the killer stuck around after slicing him open they must've watched. If not, they left - knowing what they did was fatal."
How confident her words sounded. It was a strange phenomena, but Violet had always been calm around the sickly and dearly-departed. She knew what she was doing. Knew what she was looking for. And with all the knowledge in the world, Violet couldn't have found an herb or balm or magic concoction able to stop Malcolm Nox from dying the way he did.
"What was your first assumption?" she asked her intelligent house-mate, or rather, fellow suspect. "I uh, I'd trust your judgement better than my own."