A Hard Day's Night
NTJE RPS
第二章全是对话，没有什么实质内容但是又不得不写。
不过你爱康不康哦宝贝。
Have a good one!
A Hard Day's Night
BY MarauderMap
CHAPTER 2
“Sir? Are you alright? Mr Turconi?”
Nico wakes up with his eyes half-closed, trying to figure out what is going on.
Sh*t.
He remembers now. His fu*king ingenious brain will do him no good.
A strong mixture of feelings strikes to him, making him sick. As he rises his sight, he sees the cop whose face was the last thing he saw before he fainted.
“He, Jonathan Benamou, is dead.” Nico says. Not a question, but not nota question.
So the cop nods in affirmation.
“Mr Turconi, I’m just informed that you were at the theatre when Mr Benamou was killed, that was 6 p.m.”
Sh*t. They suspected that he was the murderer. Fu*king stupid police.
“But I want to assure that you called us the moment you got home, that is to say—”
“Yes. I called you when I saw the body.”
The body. His lover.
“Good. And when was the last time you met him?”
“April 14th, last year.” Damn his brain.
The cop stops a bit, but continued.
“Did he show any sign of depression? Did he have any enemy?”
“No and no.” Why does he ask this way? Who has enemies nowadays? “But we haven’t seen each other for more than a year, so I cannot be sure. We were parted in Paris last year, I didn’t even know he had came to London.”
“It seems that Mr Benamou had just finished his tour in Russia the day before yesterday. His suitcase was found in a hotel nearby, and we will send it to you after all the examinations.”
“Moi?” Nico was confused, “I thought it would be more proper for his familyto have it.”
“You are the beneficiary of his insurance. In this case, his relic goes straight to you. But if you’d rather not to keep it—”
“No! I mean, yes. Please, let me.” He says, “Excuse me, but your question suggests that he has—had depression?”
“He died of potassium chloride, which is sometimes used by extreme depressive patients to commit suicides.”
“Could it possibly be a homicide?”
“No signs of struggle, and the fingerprints on the syringe all belongs to him.”
A short piece of silence.
“I am sorry, sir.”
Another short piece of silence.
Nico almost forgets that they are the beneficiary of each others’ insurance. He is never good at these financial business, nor was John. This insurance thing was Fred’s idea. But it doesn’t matter now. Nothing, nothing matters now.
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