As William saw the body, he gasped. It was that of another police officer. But it wasn't just any officer.
"Sergeant Harrison," he said, in a shocked voice. "It can't be."
The man had been like a mentor to him through the tough times, giving him tips on collaring criminals, how to become a good shot, becoming a better fighter, every thing. To see the Ambulance drivers pick him up and put him on the gurney was something he never saw coming. He'd been like a father to him after his skipped town.
"What happened?" he asked, looking at the man's partner.
The man looked at him, his eyes colder than Hell, and said, "Your brother did this, Officer William Smith. Robert and his crew were coming out of an apartment when we spotted them. We gave chase, and the group split up, your brother and some redhead going one way, and the rest going another. Sergeant Harrison followed your brother and the redhead, and I went after the others. I heard shots, so I doubled back and saw your brother over the body, his gun drawn. I told him to freeze, but he took off, like the little coward he is."
At this, William felt his hand clench. As much as he hated his brother, he'd be damned before he just let someone insult Robert. He wanted to punch the officer, but that could get him suspended, meaning that he'd be unable to work the case.
Instead, William looked at the scene, and said, "Robert didn't do it. Killing isn't his style. Someone else did it."
"You weren't here," the officer said. "You didn't see him standing there with a smoking gun. If he didn't do it, who did?"
"Could be anyone," William said. "Both me and him have made a lot of enemies, me because I'm a highly successful police officer who has arrested numerous criminals, and him because he's a highly successful thief. Hell, because of Robert, we've been able to investigate numerous high profile criminals since their place was an active crime scene, as he'd steal something from them and drop it off at the precinct."
"So how do you know that your brother didn't pull the trigger?" the officer asked. "Oh wait, Twinepathy right?"
"No, it was because my brother respected him as a person," William said, as he looked at the body. "If anything, he was trying to protect him, and keep him alive."
"Then why would he run if he didn't do it?"
"The same reason that anyone who was wanted for a crime would run, no one would have believed him," William said, looking back at the officer. "In fact, he might have seen who really did it. Also, that person might be someone powerful, or answer to someone powerful. Harrison told me a few things, that he was investigating someone high up on the force. Who’s to say that Harrison was shot by that person or one of their men, and Robert was in the wrong place at the wrong time?"
"Are you implying that I shot Harrison and tried to frame your brother?" the officer asked with a sneer.
"No, I wasn't implying that, though it is a possibility. You and Harrison were always arguing over how to capture criminals."
"Whatever," the officer said, turning to look at the body. "Though you better catch him before I do. He's going to pay for what he’s done."
*******
Later that night, William went to his place. It was an apartment room; all that he could get on his salary. Getting himself something to eat and drink, he had an eerie feeling of someone watching him. Turning around, he grabbed an arm belonging to....
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