Behind Bars

Detective Elizabeth scanned over the marble white villa as she hopped out of her gold Jeep Cherokee and onto the crowd filled streets. She flashed her badge at the police officer standing just inside the tape and was led under the tape onto the crime scene. Her twin brother, Landon, strolled over as if he was walking in the park holding out a cup of coffee to Elizabeth which she gratefully accepted – with a slight smile on her lips. “Well?” Landon leant on the hood of a police car as he swept his gaze over the grounds.
“It’s safe to say that this should have been the last place a murder could’ve happened,” Elizabeth rolled her eyes at him. “Sheesh Biz, chill. The victim was Henry Campbell, a man who went from being almost homeless to affording a luxury like this,” He waved his fingers toward the house. “Within the space of a few months”
“Connections? What about his job? What did he work as?” She looked over at the forensic team outside near the spa – hunched over the now dead body of Henry

Campbell.
“He worked as an officer, but then resigned – no specific reason provided – and started work as a factory manager. Connections? I’d say he had a few friends over before he died or something because there were beer bottles smashed across the living room and the pool table had been set up. He has a wife and a son – they’re divorced – thankfully little Dean had been over with his mother over the weekend. We’ve notified the wife and she’s on her way,”
Elizabeth scoffed. “For the first time I’m not the one calling them” Landon shrugged taking a deep sip of his coffee. “He worked as an officer you said right? Where was his headquarters? Definitely not East Melbourne or I would know”
“We don’t know – his data and records were wiped – I have a feeling he didn’t resign on his own will” A different voice answered her this time – Elizabeth turned her head to see her friend, Jones Wellington, sidle up beside her.
“Oh?” She and Landon echoed at the exact same time.
“You guys creep me out,”