Phoebe gave Tom a deliberate smirk and evil grin, she pointed to her eyes with two fingers and then turned them to him. It was the world famous 'I have got my eyes on you' sign.
Confusion engulfed Tom's entire being, was he in trouble for insulting a detective? What was going to happen to him now? Was she going to write his na in her little notebook and blacklist him? Perhaps she would craft up so fake charges on him just to teach him a lesson.
Did she know that he had smoked so weed the night before, would she put handcuffs on him and drag him to a police station where he would have to pee in a cup? The more he conjured up wild scenarios, the more panicked he beca.
Within seconds, the back of his shirt showed wet stains, he was sweating. His shoulders shrunk and since he couldn't vanish into thin air, the least he could do was humble himself and scoot to hide behind the manager.
"You should have told us that you are a cop." The manager pulled his brows together to form a frown as he looked at Phoebe warily, wondering if soone had made so kind of health code violation report.
He also thought about the rest of the complaints that they had received lately, and he picked one that stood out from the pile of thirty.
"I hope that this has nothing to do with Mrs. Gwyneth Rowland's death, the police have already been here, and the investigation was closed. We were cleared completely, if you want to re-open the case, my statent and those of the employees are not changing." He stated furiously.
The woman had passed by the restaurant section of the supermarket an hour before her death and there was a lot of speculation about what caused her to die. She was healthy, a faithful daily jogger, she had attended the auction last night, bought so food in the restaurant and when she reached her house, she fainted and died suddenly.
The police had been to the supermarket restaurant, and they questioned the employees on what she bought and anything she could have eaten. They even took food samples to ensure that she had not been poisoned.
That was not enough, they wanted to know who she talked to, what she said, if she got any phone call that they happened to overhear and took security footage for the entire day as if a hidden killer had been laying in wait and struck when she was relaxed, doing so shopping.
The na sounded familiar to Phoebe's ears; she knew just one Rowland family in the neighborhood. They were a self-made powerful political family in Fog country, from that lineage alone had co a few ministers and governors even the current presidential secretary was a Rowland.
Phoebe had heard about the death through Maria, she looked at Shark knowingly, if she had to guess, it was probably a case that he was working on, it was his cup of tea.
Shaking his head, Shark looked around and replied, "We are not here on the Rowland case, we won't be back unless there are any new developnts. Is there sothing about that case which you wish to add?"
His words put the manager at ease for he wiped away perspiration from his forehead and shook his head, he had nothing to add.
"Then what is this about?" Hardly had the words left the manager's mouth when sirens and honking sounds were heard outside. They could all see from inside that more police officers had arrived plus a team from the dical examiner's office.
It was no surprise to Phoebe to see that it was Claire, they always worked together on cases.
"What the hell is going on?" The manager asked, his eyes laced with worry.
To answer his question, Shark reached inside his coat pocket and extracted a folded paper. "Here, you will understand more when you read this, it is a search warrant granting us access to every inch of the supermarket."
He gestured at the police officers to escort the nosy custors out, so had their phones out recording whatever was happening while others asked various questions to the workers, the bold ones asked the officers who responded by pushing them out as gently as they could.
Claire and her team entered, they were already dressed and prepped to start work.
"Okay! Show where the dead body is Officer Pheebs." Claire wore a wide grin on her face, she could hardly contain her excitent.
Nobody loved a cri scene like Claire, especially one with decomposed bones which provided a mystery. Sotis, Claire could be a bit of a ghoul, and to so people she was considered to be insensitive because she smiled over dead bodies.
This was one such mont, even though she was not standing over a body, she was loud enough so the custors and employees that were yet to be evicted heard her and frowned.
Phoebe moved over to where she stood. "Could you maybe not smile so much?" She whispered and watched as everyone dive into shock.
"D-dead b-body!" Tom scread on top of his voice, his face beca pale white, drained of its color just like the rest of the employees.
The manager's breath hitched, unsure about what all this ant. "What does this an? Are we going to close up shop? How am I going to survive in this economy? Wait, do I have to tell my boss about this?" His questions seed to be all the wrong ones and not just selfish.
Detective Jones wore protective gloves as he approached the freezers. "Sir you are asking the wrong questions, wouldn't you like to at least know who died? And how or why there is a dead body in your supermarket in the first place?" His voice was curt and intended to show his displeasure.
Shark expelled a sharp sigh. "Behind those freezers is the body of Reid Fisher. Does any of you rember him? He was your co-worker, won employee of the month more that everyone else."
Murmurs erupted among the employees; the manager's hand rose to touch his forehead. "Reid is dead?" The weight of Shark's words pressed heavily on his chest. "How? When? I thought that he probably found sothing better after he disappeared.
Look is there so kind of mistake, I an I would know if he was here, I am going to tell you the sa thing I told his parents when they ca here in search of him, he isn't here." he said slowly.
Phoebe let out a short sigh. "They ca to the right place because Reid died, and his body has been behind those freezers all this ti." She stated.
"My God!" Tom's knees beca watery, he crumbled to the floor. "Behind the freezers, how?" He added a question.
"You know everything exactly how Tom, the night the two of you last sat up there, he accidentally fell and got trapped behind the freezers. Didn't you hear him screaming at all?" Phoebe narrowed her eyes at him.
Tom was really shocked, his horrified eyes stared back at Phoebe.
"No...I... it's not my fault, okay. When I ca back from the store he was gone, so I moved to the counter and wore my headsets. I never heard from him since then I just figured he left the job." Tom stamred as he explained.
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