Murdered

Norman Bates from the Hitchcock film Psycho, lived in as a recluse making most people find him insignificant. However little did everyone know as well as Bates himself, that the disruption of his solitude would bring out an inner murderer ready to kill anyone.

This was an allusion I had while thinking of Garrett Trotter, somebody

I knew from long ago. Today he lived alone, and wanted nothing but to be left alone, yet tonight that might be hard to do as he was a prime suspect for concluded murder of the man in front of me.

“Ms. Baker!” was called out to me, it was a policeman I had never seen before. I did work with the police regularly, helping to investigate crime through research and evidence. This case I found that my knowledge I always had of Garrett would lead me to the answer of if he did it or not. “Baker, do you know the tenant

that lives in apartment 7B where this man seems to have fallen from?” I was asked by the policeman. “I knew him. Last I heard from him though was that he moved it that very apartment.” The policeman wrote this down, “So you have not heard of him every since?” “No,” I answered. “Do you know this man?” policeman asked pointing at the body. I looked down at him and recognized him from nowhere in my life, “I do not, never seen him before.” “Alright, our prime suspect does not appear to be present in the apartment and from looking at the scene of the crime, it is illogical to believe that this was a suicide. So one last question, do you find it reasonable to consider that Mr. Trotter committed this murder?” I understood the policeman completely, everything all seemed to point straight to Garrett and less so to the presumption of the suicide. Looking down at the body again, I found it hard to believe that after all these years someone like Garrett Trotter took things to the extreme and murdered a man just to be left alone. From the time I knew him I consider he would do no such thing, but today he may be different. However several things could be different from the day I last heard from him, maybe he moved during sometime ago, and the real murderer had just now run off. I had his number and had the ken that he didn’t know I was working as an investigator, I had the upper hand. “Officer, I’m not to sure, but I would like to be the one to speak with him first.”