What Came Before He Shot Her

Jack Wison, nothing but a simple psychiatrist and consellor, has been asked to help in the murder of Tanaquil Roberts, what he faces on his journey is up to him.

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1. The Call

It started out like any other day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, everyone seemed so happy and bubbly, like those days where you think nothing bad will happen, like everyone is going well. My name is Jack Wilson and I am psychiatrist and a counselor. This story I’m about to tell you is like no other.

It started like an ordinary, the sun was shining, the sky was blue, and the birds were singing, couples seemed so happy, I thought nothing could’ve gone wrong, that was until I got the call.

I was requested an appointment to do with a detective, I didn’t know what to expect at first, I was worried, did I do something wrong? Did something happen? Why would he need to talk to me? We engaged in conversation and what he told me was bad, he wanted me to go undercover to figure out a murder case, to help them with their investigation, a young Hispanic woman, 25 years old he said, was shot in her home, her name was Tanaquil Roberts if I remember correctly, they had some idea on who the guy is, some identification on who he was, his name was Raoul Collins, a middle-aged Caucasian male. I’ve never met these two, but with my task I’ll be meeting Raoul sooner than I thought.

“Jack I have a proposition to make and I wanted to see if you were interested.”

“Sure detective, what do you have to offer me?” I didn’t know what to expect, it literally could be anything but I’m the type not to back down, so I heard him out.

“We have had a murder, a young Hispanic woman called Tanaquil Roberts has been shot in her home on the rough side of Perth, this side of Perth is always getting complaints of fights, shootings, drugs being sold on the street, vandalism and sexual assault, that part of the city has a good reputation for these things, that’s why we need you.”

“Why do you need me? I’m nothing but a mere counselor and psychiatrist, what could I do to possibly help with your investigation detective?” I didn’t know what to think, what potential do I have to be a detective or even what skills I have to help this investigation.

“Jack, I know you’re probably thinking what qualities or skills you have to help us. Let me tell you what they are, your psychiatrist skills make it good to get in peoples head and to wisely pick words when it comes to something personal or traumatic, you have the skills to befriend Raoul…”

“Whoa whoa whoa, just wait a minute, I have to befriend the killer, what the fuck that’s completely insane, that’s suicide.” Is he for real? Does he really expect me to befriend the killer; I mean out of everyone in the world, he chooses the killer *sigh* this is going to be harder than I thought.

“Look Jack, you don’t have to give me an answer right this second, just think about it, here’s my card, call me for your answer or to talk about it some more.” He picked up his stuff and left his card on the table; with his name and number written down on it. I stare at the card blankly, confused, I don’t know what to do, I’m not the type to back out but this is suicide, am I willing to risk my life for this investigation? I’ll sleep on it, right now I just need to stop thinking and clear my mind before I do anything, I’ll go for a walk to clear my head
 

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