//------------------------------// // Arriving at the crime scene // Story: Christmas Break // by vvHunterr //------------------------------// "Oh my goodness!" Abigail gasped. "What in the world?!" "I know...it's awful!" Theresa also gapsped. "As soon as I recieved that phone call I knew we were in huge trouble!" The entire resturuant was closed down with police tape all over. It was not a pretty sight. Abigail could feel a dread inside her. This wasn't the resturaunt she founded. This was supposed to be more than that. Even though it was a high end, it was really meant for anyone to feel at home. To be surroudned by your loved ones. To have the best dining expirence possible, but instead, it had completley turned upside down. "According to the news, I just found out yesterday that the poison was tetrodetoxin." "What? But isn't that-" "It is pufferfish poison, but we don't sell pufferfish in any way or form." "Strange, so that means someone must have had to bring it in, but that begs the question: Who?" "Y-you don't think it was one of-" "I highly doubt that," Abigail reassured. "I know my workers are some of the kindest people you will meet but we should play it safe and start to question. You know maybe one of them bought it by accident." "You're right." Abigail saw a middle aged man walk torwards them. "Oh! I almost forgot to tell you we were meeting someone today!" Theresa said. She gestured torwards the man. He had dark brown hair and wore a buttoned down collared t-shirt and work pants and shoes. "This is Brandon Stone. He's the current Sous Chef until well...you know." Brandon smiled at Abigail. "Brandon, this is Abigail. She's the original founder of Abigail's Good Eats." "Pleasure to meet you, Miss." he said while shaking her hand. "It's a real honor to meet the founder." "Thank you, and please, call me Abigail," she said kindly. "Brandon will be helping us crack this case, along with a few others." Theresa said. Brandon nodded. "Let's not waste any more time." "You're right." Theresa agreed. "We need to get as much people as we can on this. The more people we have, the more chance we can get preventing our doors from closing for good!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Jason got a call from his "boss" when he got back to his apartment. "What is it?" Did you poison him? "Yes, Isabell. I did. Remember I get half the earnings when we sue this restruaunt. How much are we going for? Ten million? Twenty million? All of it! "What?! Are you kidding?! That's like over 2 billion! What do you even need that cash for anyways?!" That's nothing for you to know. You can do it can't you? "I mean I can try...but I gotta make sure no one finds the truth." Good. I need every last penny out of them! Jason hung up and put his phone on the nightstand. Next to it, was a bottle of Tetrodetoxin. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Abigail and Theresa decided to analyze the footage looking for any suspicious people and clues. So far they haven't found anything eye opening yet. Brandon had decided to call up every one of his chefs, waiters, and waitresses and question them about the incident. A lot of them denied ever having any contact with the toxin, but some did confess. However Brandon knew they only did it because the stress was getting to them. This was evident when after they confess they could not provide a description of the customer that had been poisoned. and they thought maybe if they confessed, the resturaunt would still be saved. "We might have to do a search on every one of our worker's homes and belongings." Brandon told Abigail. "If it is one of our workers, then our case might be a little easier to solve. If it isn't then it's going to be a lot harder." Abigail sighed. "Very well then. Me and Theresa looked over the footage again and no one seemed to have any suspicious behaivor. There were no avoiding cameras, no hoodies or anything to cover the face." "I'll try to find an attorney soon. No matter what happens we should get the best help we need." Brandon said. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Police!" a voice was heard knocking on the front door of Jason's apartment. He quickly took off his attorney suit so he looked like an ordinary man with nothing better to do at home. He opened the door and saw a police officer in uniform. "Good evenin, officer. How may I help you?" "We just want to do a bit of questioning regarding an incident that took place recently," The officer explained. Jason looked over and saw another police officer questioning another person at his house. "Certainly and I think I know what you're here for." He led the officer inside. "Coffee?" he offered. "I'm good, thank you." they sat down on the couch facing eachother. "Now I think that when something like this happens we start to blame ourselves." Jason began. "Like why didn't I see something or why didn't I do anything? Because surely, this case would have been solved a lot quicker." "Would you mind telling me where you been for the past few days?" The officer asked. "Of course. Yesterday I was out grocery shopping you know to buy food and supplies. The day before I ate at Abigails. Need me to tell you what I got there?" "No need." "And the day before that, I worked out at the gym until I got home around midnight." "Now..." the officer said. "We had gotten word that a certain toxin was used. More specifically Tetrodetoxin. Would you happen to know anything about that?" Jason looked over the officer's shoulder and realized he had forgotten to hide the small bottle of Tetrodetoxin! All the officer had to do was turn around and the truth would be right there, but the former kept a calm expression. "No, Ofiicer. I have aboslutely no idea." The officer noticed an attorney badge on the table stand on the side of the couch he was sitting on. "You're an attorney?" the officer asked a bit shocked. "I am. I've been practicing law for over seven years." "I am so sorry. If I had known, I would not have wasted your time." The officer said as he got up to leave. "Don't worry about it. You're just trying to do your job like everyone else." Jason reassured while smiling. "Anyways you have a great night, Officer." "You as well," the latter replied as he left. Jason breathed a sigh a relief. That was a close one!