The Wrong Hand....

A thriller basically ....ENJOY.....Detective Simon's first case....

                              

"Ten at night...Where were you?", asked Simon, confronting the two-chairs-and-a-steel-table-away Filmmaker.

"In the restaurant downstairs,till twelve."

Getting the reply, he shoved his hand just disengaged from holding the Glock, into his brown overcoat's left pocket and pulled out a still,to be showed to the suspect.

'Snap',and Simon diverted his keen sight from that service pistol on the table.

The filmmaker glanced at the photograph, taken out from the hotel's security cam number fourty-one.

"I Guess you lost your way to the restaurant and crashed into the fourth floor,which presently lacks such facility.Now,Where were you?"Asked he again with his trademark frown.

"Alright...I was with him.But I never used that bat in my entire life!"

"Lie number two,First warning over." Said Simon, and after getting his head 'Banged' onto the table,did filmmaker Ron Smith know about a third person in the room.This room certainly had one swinging ceiling lamp,showering light upon the two,and the furniture only,leaving everything else in darkness.

"The honours of holding this bat,you did it already." He showed the murder weapon,a baseball club sealed in their 'Evidence' envelope.The third person wiped off the splattered blood from the table.

"You know those two?"Asked he yet again,this interrogation-obsession-compulsive-diseased fellow,pointing at the two other suspects.

"No",

Our interrogator heaves a sigh.

Another 'Bang' on the table.

"Let's Go."and he is followed by the third man.

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"Three men enter Bob's room since nine and no one comes out till he's killed at three.Don't know why all of 'em are lying.Ron was kicked out of the project by this dead producer,Mr Jones has lost a huge sum of money co-producing his movies and Sam Diego's stories were used for his films without placing him in the credits.All have a damn reason!.Only one kills him but all three still in the house.And all three hold the bat.What do you think?"

That third man remained silent.

They crossed the threshold of the forensics.

"Dr Saunders,what does your report say?"

"Well sir, I feel you must see him first."

The flesh-stuffed victim was unveiled.All heave a sigh but the dead rot.

"Charles,A nice fill of icy tea would do at this moment.Fetch us all some."Said Simon and the frown deepened.

"He has a bruised and torn-out-cheek, and a broken left arm as well."Simon came to the right of the corpse to have a better look at the bruise.

"A heavy fat chap indeed!He suffered the thwack of the club and fell on the left,the opposite side,and a fragile arm failed to resist a weight of a hundred and twenty kilos .Look at this! number '36' impressed on the cheek. Carved at the broader end of the club as well.The mark gets broadening as we go from the lower lip to the ear.He certainly bade a 'bad-bye' to the killer,'tete-a-tete'".

"A divine Genius indeed,Sir!"Said the amazed doctor.

"I think I can make it out whole in a few minutes.Come with me."

The brute of a man,Charles handed the ice-tea glass to the doctor and followed him. 

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They were  all back to the same room.but with four chairs this time.Simon sat on the one facing the three.

"Seems you are not happy with the therapy, Mr Ron,"Said he.

"No, that was really refreshing,Sir!"Said Ron with a bandaged and dressed face.

"Our investigation is over for today.Thank you for your co-operation, Gentlemen.We may need you soon.You must fill out the forms on your table.It's just a legal formality.Fill it in English."

The three grabbed their pens and began their struggle with their paperwork.Simon saw that same poise of a writer's hand in Sam's ,saw Mr Jones too pushing the pen across the paper, and the rough writing of Ron's.

"What's the time,Mr Jones?"Asked the interrogator.

The event-manager left his pen on the table and glanced at the Rolex on his left wrist."Eighteen hundred hours,Sir"

"That must be a good time for you to wear these bangles."Said Simon, showing the handcuffs.

"Pardon......."

"You'll get no pardon,Sir!"

"How do you prove that I killed him?"Mr Jones stood on his feet.

With a style so serene,Simon said"You did'nt use the 'right' hand."while the other two kept their pens on the table with their right hand.

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Author's Note

My first thriller!Gave my best at writing this.Please review...And tell me how it is

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I really do not read this type...but I manage to get to the end of the read...so you got my attention...enough to go to the ending...I would edit and look over again to condense the story line and make changes where need be to give this an added touch...thanks for the invite...

[Akshay Rawal]

Thanks Glen sir! .......I will soon come up with a new thriller.....Thanks And I am looking forward to read your works soon...............

[Glen Yumang Manese]

No problem...I am promoting the book: The Onyx - Vena Amoris as we speak until next month when publisher releases...takes a lot of my time and copy writer is a long and drawn process...since you cannot choose the subject matter and have to be creative and catch the audience...

[Laminators Dubai]

this is great!
read it with a big smile on my face...
its first and you aced it wow
keep writing^^

[Akshay Rawal]

Thanks Glitch.......I too am a mad man with thrillers........Pen On!

[Laminators Dubai]

its great to be mad!
see this maddie and mad 24x7....lol

[Ankit Mahar]

This is an amazing story bro. You still need expirience that's for sure. But as a first thriller. I would rank it among the top ones .
Keep writing bro .Wish you well .

[Akshay Rawal]

Thanks Ankit for encouraging me.....I know its a little vague but i thought the logic of the left hand and right hand must not be shown that easy