Can an eye witness ever rest easily...
Ever since he had witnessed the robbery at the bank and had agreed to stand as a witness in court, he had been receiving all kinds of messages both threatening and supportive. For any kind of messages he had been ordered to call in the Force.
Lieutenant Maxwell looked at the piece of paper and frowned.
It was not how other messages looked like. They were created with letters cut from magazines or newspapers. This one looks like crayons.
“This one’s different,” Maxwell observed. “They haven’t given up as we thought.”
The message had a drawing of a stick man lying on the ground with a knife sticking out of his chest. Blood flowed from the wound.
The words 'DEAD MAN' was written above him with an arrow pointing towards him.
“What am I going to do?” Wilson asked, his voice at the verge of breaking.
“Don’t panic,” Maxwell said putting the message in a plastic pouch. “Stay home. We’re nearing the end of it. Just a few more days.”
“I’m more worried about Anna. If anything happens to me what…”
“Don’t even think that way,” Maxwell said getting up. “Everything will work out for the best. I’ll run this through forensic and increase guards around the house.”
Maxwell returned a couple of days later with the news on the message. There were fingerprints all over but none matched their database. May this guy was a new one and judging from the prints a midget. Warning Wilson to be careful he left.
Within a week the gang was nabbed and were sentenced to imprisonment.
Relived Wilson was watching TV when Anna came with her sketchbook.
"Dad, my picture story book."
"Done already?" Wilson asked taking the book.
"Yes dad. Only I lost the page where I show the dead man."