'Yesterday morning a body of a young woman,
aged between 25 and 30, was found in the park. Wavy blond hair, dimples, a tiny tattoo of iris flower on the right side of the neck, knee-length black dress. Gunshot wound to the chest. Nothing was taken. No signs of decomposition/ Major muttered under his breath.'Excuse me, Sir, but how do you know it's iris?/ inquired a red-haired Master Sergeant Jones. It seemed like having the ginger hair dictated his personality - energetic and nosy.
Major gave him a long look. The question disappeared.
'Brown, search for the witnesses. Jones, get the CCTV footage. Campbell, join whoever you want'
While Brown had no result, Jones found some images needed. 'Look, Major, the couple appears here. We can see their backs only, but the appearance of the woman is unambiguous. Her companion wears a leather jacket and is not higher than the victim. I'd say his build is quite like yours'
'Mhm, I see, Jones. I already have the suspects, are you going with me to interrogate them?'
'So fast?', the mix of amazement and confusion appeared on the face of Master Sergeant. 'Sure, Sir, I'm going!'
One by one, they interrogated three suspects. The first one was the woman's ex - athletic body, bushy beard and a birthmark under his left eye. With the second man the victim worked together - bold biker, obviously, in a leather jacket. The last one - her neighbor, a tough guy, absolutely average, but with a criminal record. Each of them sworn they would never kill. No one said the word 'iris' mentioning the tattoo.
An image flashed in Kathe's mind. He had never but once seen the Major in civilian clothes. The leather jacket.
'Major, don't move!'
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