The Hollywood Mystery 4

Chapter 4 

August 11, Monday 

11:15 am 

29 minutes later, The Subaru reached Mount Lee, the scene of the crime. Since it was so steep, Micheal parked the Subaru on Mount Lee Dr and started climbing the mountain with Paul and Martin. One thing he noticed is that a lot of police cars were parked outside. Like a LOT. After 2 minutes, Paul stopped, saying he can't walk anymore. Martin tried to talk some sense into him by saying they were just 30 meters. This angered Paul and as usual, both of them started fighting. Micheal left the two nut heads to continue the climb up. After half an hour, he reached the scene, where it was so crowded he had to try and push myself in. Suddenly, a thick arm pulled him inside to the front. It was director Oliver Doucun. He pulled the boy inside the scene, where Micheal saw the body for the first time. He knelt down. The man lay in a vertical posture, which had a lot of blood, especially in the chest area. Paul and Martin joined a few minutes later, both sitting on either side of Micheal. A silent wind blew over Micheal's face as he examined the scene. The Lieutenant lay with a stunned face. Nothing was there near the man, except a mount of mud. Unexpectedly, Paul went over the mount and started patting it with his foot. Micheal didn't know why, but a voice inside his head told him to go check it out. "Why should I?" He thought to himself. "My friend, its a crime scene. Everything should be checked, including the people." said the voice. "Paul, can you dig that mount of mud. I have an intuition " He asked to Paul, who glanced to the mud. For a second, his eyes had spoken fear. Or did it? Another second and it was gone. Micheal shook his thoughts away as he sat down and started digging the mud with his hand kerchief "Agent?" The Director's voice came from behind.

"What are you doing?" "Well, sir," said the Micheal. "I have a small thought.." He stopped digging and stood up. "That the attacker would leave a little souvenir for us." Oliver gasped. There inside the mount of mud had a small Medusa Revolver. Martin, with the forensic team came and looked at it with a puzzled look too. Suddenly, a voice came from behind. "Ah yes. Medusa. Perfect for a hit and run. " Micheal and Martin turned back. A man in a T-Shirt saying "Nike" and Jeans stood there. "And you are?" asked Martin. "I, my friend is the perfect man you need. I am Bryan Thomas, your modern day detective.