Undécima Novela Negra – Celos

Jealousy

A Detective Short Story by Irene Garcia and Marina Fernandez

It was a normal day in Paris. Emily woke up to the barks of Chocolat, her dog. Making silly movements she put on her long black skirt and red shirt and she did her hair. She put on her red lipstick and her mascara. She was going to go out but she realized that it was cold outside so she put on her trench coat, her Mary Jane shoes and of course, her hat, which was covering her bun.

Walking with authority, she went to the café, and she asked for a vanilla latte with cream and cocoa and without sugar to go. After that she went to a bakery to buy a croissant. She left the bakery and she went to the office. Suddenly her boss, a big man with short black hair and green eyes wearing a black suit, told her that a new crime had been committed.

When he gave her all the information, she went to the crime scene. When she arrived at the Eiffel Tower, she looked up and she could only think about the bunch of steps she was going to climb. After a half an hour going up these stairs, Paul, a blonde nice guy with beautiful blue eyes who was strong and really handsome, was waiting for her and taking pictures of the crime scene.

They started talking.

  • Hi Em, how are you?
  • I’m really tired. Those stairs killed me.
  • Oh, this will kill you more – He showed her the cadaver.
  • Oh, God. What? I’ve just had breakfast.
  • Yeah, but we’ve seen worse things.
  • I guess you’re right.

They both looked down and saw a girl’s body with a flag sticking out of her back.

  • Paul, do you know what her name is?
  • She’s Anaïs. She was a 29-year-old broker.

Emily turned back and she saw a cup of wine thrown on the floor near a table. Paul told her:

  • It seems that she was dining with someone else. My theory is that this person pushed her and she fell over the flag.
  • I want you to look for DNA in the cup.
  • OK, I’m on it.

Emily didn’t want to look down. She was starting to feel dizzy so she went down the Eiffel Tower. She returned to the office and asked for more information about the victim. She was Anaïs, as Paul had told her, a 29-year-old broker. Her routine was really simple. From house to work and from work to home, so Emily asked for her address and went there. Anaïs’s house was really small but very cozy. Everything was in the right place. Nothing suspicious, Emily thought. Then, Emily decided to go to Anaïs’s office.  If Anaïs had any problem, it would be from the office.

On her way she saw a nice bakery with a lot of macaroons, croissants, and crepes but she couldn’t stop. When she arrived on the floor where all the employees were, she realized that Anaïs’s job was really boring. She went to talk with Anaïs’s boss. Basically, she told her that Anaïs was a real perfectionist and because of that, she unusually got very stressed. He also recommended that Emily talk with one of Anaïs’s best friends in the office: Charlotte.

Charlotte was very tall and extremely thin. She had bags under her eyes, probably from crying the whole day because of her friend’s murder. Eventually she told Emily the same thing that the boss had told her but suddenly Charlotte said:

  • Every afternoon she went to a bakery near here…I don’t know if you know it. It was has got macaroons, croissants…
  • And crepes! – said Emily. – I saw it coming here.
  • Yeah, well, once I went with her but I didn’t like it. The baker always stared at her and had a weird smile when he looked at Anaïs.
  • OK and do you know if she had any enemies or a boyfriend?
  • Actually she had a boyfriend. I think his name was Valentin. And enemies…well there was a girl named Rebecca that didn’t like her very much.
  • Why? – asked Emily
  • Well, Anaïs was a very good broker. Clients usually preferred her to Rebecca.
  • Is she working here now?
  • No, she is a cloistered nun. She found God.
  • Oh…OK! I mean…yeah…well thank you very much. I am sorry for your loss.

Emily went out of there thinking about the possible suspects: the boyfriend or the baker because the nun couldn’t have done it because she was already cloistered at the time. The best thing she could do was eat something. She couldn’t think on an empty stomach. She was very skinny although she ate a lot.

After a meal at a nearby restaurant she phone Paul. She explained everything to him and they talked about the suspects.

  • As I told you, we have two suspects: the boyfriend and the baker. Maybe there’s someone else.
  • Well, Em. I think we should interrogate the suspects. First, we can question the boyfriend because he was closer to her. In addition, I have just found Anaïs’s DNA in the cup.
  • OK, let’s meet at the fountain square in 5 minutes.

After waiting for 3 minutes, Paul appeared with a coffee. They went up the stairs of an old building where Charlotte said the boyfriend lived. They knocked on the door and when the door opened, a tall man appeared. He was blonde, with blue eyes and strong muscles. Paul started talking:

  • Police, identify yourself.
  • Nick Rogers.
  • That’s not what we’ve been told, Valentin.
  • No, I’m Nick Rogers. Look, here’s my ID card.
  • Well, you look exactly the same as the man in a picture we found in Anaïs’s wallet. – said Emily.

The man got quiet for a second.

  • Tell us everything. – said Paul
  • Did you kill her? – asked Emily pointing to the picture.
  • No, OK. I’ll tell you everything. I didn’t kill her. I was hired by a man. I am an actor. He paid me to become Anaïs’s boyfriend and yesterday I broke up with her at the top of the Eiffel Tower as the man told me to.

Suddenly Emily understood everything. She asked him if he could go to the bakery near there to recognize the man who killed Anaïs. When they arrived at the bakery, Nick said:

  • Yes, it was the baker. He told me that he was in love with her but she didn’t see him the same way. The plan was to break up with her to take his sweet revenge seeing her crying over an unrequited love.

When the baker heard that, he started running. He went out of the bakery and Paul started running after him. Paul threw him onto the floor and arrested him. At the police station, the baker confessed that he had killed her. He saw her drunk and crying on the top of the Eiffel Tower and pushed her to her death.

After this, Emily and Paul went to drink some coffee. On the way to the café Emily said:

  • I’m sorry for Anaïs. She was in love with a person that didn’t exist and after that a man who was secretly in love with her killed her.
  • Yes, it’s so sad. And also the baker…he was crazy but he was in love and she didn’t even know he existed.
  • I guess not everyone has a happily ever after.

At their favorite café a waiter brought them a cake with a message: “Will you marry me?”

Emily looked at Paul. He was on his knees holding a ring with a diamond in it.

  • Yes, – she said – I’ll marry you.

THE END

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Décima Novela Negra – Un Crimen Familiar

This story was written by Ines and Rocío.

 A Family Crime

It was a summer day. Peter was telling a story to his grandchildren, a true story.

  • Little ones, come here. I want to tell you the story that changed my life forever.
  • Really? – said George
  • Why did it change your life? – asked Julia

You will know when I finish telling it. Let’s time travel to the 70’s. Those days I was a young man and I was only 23 years old. I was tall. I had brown hair and I was very handsome. I was living in an apartment in Boston and I was working as a detective with the police. One day, I went to Rickie’s, my favorite bar, with my best friends, Mike and Ashley. I usually ordered a gin and tonic, my everyday routine, but that day was different. The walkie talkie went off. It was my workmate, Richard. He told me that an accident had happened and that I had to go immediately. I took that car and I went as fast as I could. The street I had to go to was rich. I got there and Richard was waiting for me to arrive.

  • There’s been a death. It’s an old lady.

I got into a big mansion and I saw the body of the woman. She had no blood on her body so it seemed it wasn’t a murder.

  • Take the body – Richard said.

I went to talk to the housekeeper. She was the one who had found the woman.

  • Peter Montgomery, from the police – I said to the woman.
  • Hello, I am Amanda Martin, the housekeeper.
  • Yeah, I know. I am sorry to bother you but I have to ask you a couple of questions.
  • No, it’s OK.
  • OK, well, what time did you find the body?
  • AT 11:00 P.M.
  • Did you hear any screaming or weird noises?
  • I just heard a noise when Margarita fell. I had just given her the dinner and I went to the kitchen to wash the dishes when it happened.

The criminologist took the body to the laboratory.

  • Come with me – I said to Amanda Martin. – I have to ask you some questions in the police station.

Richard and I interrogated her and she seemed to be innocent. She gave us two more suspects: Roberto and Anna. Roberto, a very handsome man who was having an affair with Margarita, was young and Margarita was in love with him. But Roberto only wanted her money. Amanda had warned Margarita about this. Even though she warned her, Margarita had put him in her will. This was the perfect way to make money. Anna was Margarita’s friend. Anna had taken advantage of her and she wanted to have part of the inheritance too.

  • You should go to the lover’s house. I will go to Anna’s house. – Richard said.
  • Let’s meet here at 10:00 and we can interrogate both of them.

I went to Roberto’s house and I pressed the buzzer. No one answered. I kicked the door down. When I got into his house, no one was there. I found a plan itinerary to Cuba on his computer screen. Only an hour had passed since he had booked the flight, according to his search history. My mates and I went as fast as we could to the airport. Roberto was about to get onto the plane when we arrested him. Then we went to the police station. It was 1:00 a.m. We were late.

  • He tried to flee. – I said to Richard.
  • Wow, Anna seems innocent. She has an alibi. She was in her house with her husband. He was verified her alibi.
  • They could be working together.
  • I know.

We entered the interrogation room.

  • You wanted to escape, huh? – I said.
  • With all the money? – asked Richard.

We searched him. And we found money but it wasn’t all the money that was missing.

  • You have to believe me. I didn’t do anything.
  • And why were you going to get on a plane to Cuba?
  • I just wanted to take out the money and go to Cuba to come back with my family.
  • For now you will stay here and then we will see what we will do with you.

We decided to go back to Margarita’s house to look for more information. When we got there we saw the shadow of a woman.

  • Come out with your hands on your head! We are the police! – I shouted.

A young girl came out. She was tall, with blonde hair and pretty eyes. She seemed to be about 25.

  • I didn’t do anything. – the girl shouted.

We went into the room where she had been. There was a lot of money on the floor and a safe opened. She was not the main suspect.

  • I was just organizing this. Someone had tried to take the money.
  • Okay, but still you have to come with us. – Richard said.

We arrived at the police station and we started to interrogate her.

  • Who are you? – I asked.
  • I’m Sonia, Margarita’s niece.
  • What were you doing in the house?
  • I was going to pick up some things that are very important to me. I love her so much.
  • What things, huh? Money for example? – Richard asked.
  • No! I would never do that to my aunt! – She said nervously.
  • So, tell us. What things? – I asked.
  • …eh…well…

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. It was the criminologist.

  • Peter come out, please – she said.
  • What’s going on?
  • I have brought someone that might interest you. These fingerprints are from the lady over there.
  • Uh huh. Thank you Ashley.

I entered the room.

  • Sonia Vanderwall, you are under arrest for the murder of Margarita Vanderwall. Whatever you say can be used against you in a court of law.

While I was saying this Sonia started to cry. But I didn’t care. She had killed her aunt for money.

  • Tell the boss that the lover is innocent. – I told Richard.
  • Okay, you know what? I’ll tell you why I killed my aunt. She was a mean person. She took all the family money without sharing with her sisters. That money belonged to us. – said Sonia.

We went to trial but she had hired the best lawyers and she won. She deserved to die.

  • So guys, this changed my life because this was the first case I ever solved. After this one I solved many more and that’s how I became the police chief.

The End

Novena Novela Negra

This story was written by Jorge and Pablo.

Sixteen hours ago George Smith was drinking Sangria in Valencia. His beautiful beach mansion was home to him 6 months of the year. Only the biggest of cases could drag him away. The President of Italy had called him that morning. There had been a terrorist attack in the Coliseum and the victims were siblings of the president. They were killed when a bomb went off in the Coliseum. George Smith was an expert detective. His red hair, freckles and yellow eyes made him stand out in Rome. He was famous in English for being a detective. He made a mistake on a case and all the news programs shunned him. Since then he hadn’t been in the spotlight. But this was different. When he arrived they informed him of the crime. The witness was a security camera that had recorded two terrorists 1 hour before the explosion setting up a bomb.

However, the terrorists had known of all the camera locations in advance and George Smith couldn’t see the faces of the two terrorists. The police watched all the cameras and in one they saw Patricia and Alma, some well-known locals.

The police interrogated Alma and Patricia. They said that they knew the names of the two other terrorists involved in the attack and that they knew where the terrorists had planned the attack.

The police went to the motel that they had mentioned and they found the two terrorist attackers dead in the bathtub. But the police found a piece of Alma’s hair on the knife used to kill them.

George Smith: We know that you weren’t the murderers.

Alma: Yes.

George: But what were you doing last night?

Alma: I was in my house.

George: Sure?

Alma: Yes, Patricia was with me.

George: But we found a hair that is yours on the knife.

Alma: That’s impossible. I was in my house at 12:00 a.m.

George: Why did you know that it was at 12:00 a.m.?

Alma: I saw it on TV.

Goerge: We found a hair that is yours.

Alma: OK, it was me. But it was also Patricia.

George: OK, the sentence is 20 years to life in prison.

The girls were sentenced to prison for the attacks. No one to this day knows their motive.