Murder on the SOET Express

Det. Doxin seemed to get very fast and useful answers from Victor Bourneti Denbinarth. He managed to clarify, "Miss Sheard was quiet for the whole day after you interviewed her. Then, she met a man named a french agent named Paul Thomas. I was quite suspicious when I heard he was an agent.

"Edward was a close friend with him and told me about how he used to be in the military—and the ranks he went up to. I decided to talk with him, he spoke a lot of French and said one sentence I was confused with. 45 Heoted no 54 Seot."

"Aha, I was right!" Doxin shouted gleefully. "It's a sentence that meant Organization Rebirth. We had our sights on an organization named SEOT, which was once meant to help London. Then, the group turned to a criminal business, and ever since that mission about Mrs. Davis—they were heard no more."

Mr. Denbinarth nodded. "Very well. I never even knew about this."

Det. Jacques asked for him to continue about Miss Sheard.

"They both have been in love since five years ago. But, never seen each other since Paul had a mission somewhere else. It was just four and I asked her where she was going. She said she was sleeping with Paul, and I obviously heard it but—in that matter of the case."

Continued on, Mr. Denbinarth told Det. Doxin and Jacques, "But it was only an hour before I heard a scream. I barged in and saw Paul breathing very hard. He was shirtless and was in bed, but no Miss Sheard. I asked him where she was—but he fainted.

"I searched for her and asked Mr. Jenstins. He said he didn't know."

Mr. Denbinarth pulled out a wig from his suitcase. "This is what I saw in her room," he admitted.

"This is technically the color of Miss Sheard's hair. Just wrap in a ponytail—" Det. Jacques said. He held the hair as if it was a rubberband.

"This was a wig, Mr. Jenstins said that she was an attractive blonde. She was blonde but darker."

"So, she murdered Mr. Jenstins?" Mr. Denbinarth asked horrifiedly. "That was it seems right now," Det. Doxin said. Then, a card fell onto the wooden floor. Det. Jacques picked it up. "Qu'est-ce que c'est ça?"

Det. Doxin snatched it out of his hand and read.

5/23/1991—ColonelS@LondonSEOT.com

"2001, May 23?" Det. Doxin said under his breath. "When did the mission to kill the woman start?"

"1999, monsieur."

"So, if the mission got haywire—Mr. Jenstins said that it got extended. So that means it has been extended since 2001 and then SEOT was forgotten. So one thing we really know for sure is—"

"Their organization was named SEOT," Det, Jacques said, adding to Doxin's intelligent words.

"But, who's Colonel. S?" Det. Doxin asked. "Unless…he's probably…"

Owen:

It was very quiet when he was sleeping besides being deep inside his drowse. But, it was—in this case—more quiet was in the room. Owen opened his eyes on the ninth hour and there stood a lady who had very dark blonde hair, and had a face of a thousand sunflowers—and a dark tight onesie uniform. Instead of wondering where he was, he had a fascinating attempt on the lady.

"Do I know you?" Owen asked, trying to keep the shake out of his voice. The woman looked at him with a sarcastic surprised face. "Oh, you're awake," she said quietly. "And…" Owen said with the same volume. "I'm Owen Davis—" "Davis?" she said, more surprised without a sarcastic tone.

"What's your name?" Owen asked immediately. "You can call me by Mae." Owen nodded slowly. "So, why am I here?"

"You were in the vault of a bank. You would've gotten arrested—besides I was ordered to get you," Mae explained.

Owen knew immediately Mr. Scam was the one behind this—possibly Casey also. "Yeah, I suppose. Was your mother beautiful when she had you?"

In vexation, she pinned him to the wall forcing him against his neck. "Ow-ow-ow! Why are you so—salty?" he asked rasply. She let go of him and Owen dropped to the floor headfirst. He gasped for breath with a corrupted throat. "It's just how we act, kid," she said.

Owen rolled his eyes. That seemed to let him notice his hunger.

He hasn't eaten for three days apparently, since all the captures and tricks and uncomfortable sleeping. "Do we have any food here? I'm starving," he said unnoticeably. "Didn't you just wake up?" Mae asked, more irritated than usual. "I haven't eaten in three days, I will die!" Owen exclaimed. Mae started having second thoughts about saving him.

"Where's Detective Doxin and Detective Jacques?" Owen later asked. Mae paused as she was washing her hands.

"Are you talking about a man who apparently speaks French—"

"Because he's French."

"—and someone who knows french but speaks American accent—"

"Because he is American."

"And both are very smart as if they are looking into your brain?"

"Never knew such a thing, but yeah."

Mae began to soften and harden at the same time. "Those people, very funny and smart detectives. Next thing, you know they already—nevermind."

"The mission to kill someone or something?" Owen said hesitantly. Afraid that he was gonna get pinned in the throat, he opened his mouth to cover it up. "Who told you?" Mae asked with a stiff voice.

"Mr. Scam, if you know him."

"He's still alive?"

"Well, what happened to him?"

"Our plane blew up when we were leaving London for America. Colonel—well you know who, stayed in the place to help everyone, we thought he was dead."

"Well, then what happened with the mission?" Owen asked.

"That has nothing to do with this okay." She threw a very soggy pancake at Owen's head. He reacted disgustedly and dropped it onto the floor.

The pancake spread as if it was in the pan—without the sizzle.

Doxin:

Det. Doxin appeared to Paul Thomas. Det. Jacques was behind him but ordered the same wine that he ordered before. It was kind of like love at first sight. "Hello, I'm—" "Detective Doxin of Los Angeles." "Um, Las Vegas—you meant," Det. Doxin uttered with a scoff. Paul Thomas politely apologized. "Please tell us your full name," Doxin said.

"Paul Hern Thomas, le nom de ma mère—" "We only asked for your name. Are you particular about the raid on June 16th?"

"No, not most likely. I heard it days later. I wasn't even in Las Vegas."

"Well, a father of the Davis family was captured, the boy was captured a week later," Det. Jacques admitted holding up the picture that Owen took. "Chai! Who is that?" Paul shouted, jumped up in terrible shock.

"The last time we heard he was Mr. Scam, although none of us know his identity. He captured this boy because he was also there. He was a victim of the crime. We also found out that the Davis family were rich, because of their mother.

"In 1999, the father and his sister, and his team were sent to kill this woman and take her money. But he got in love with her, and ran away with the target. 2 years the mission was delayed and the group was forgotten—"

"Only a part of it was forgotten. There were two SEOT's," Paul blurted. That blurt was very helpful and confusing to the detectives. "How so?" Paul shrugged. "That's what I heard from Victor when he retired." Det Doxin scratched his chin. "Well, do you know Mrs. Davis?" Paul nodded.

"Best friends since 8th grade. Was looking forward to having her own retail business. That thrived. But then, she had some enemies which wanted to kill her."

"Wait, Victor said that the group turned to a criminal business. That could mean—"

"One of her enemies turned SEOT, to kill her!" Det. Jacques added.

Paul looked at them as if they were weird children, although they weren't children.

"Thank you, we don't need any more information from you," Det. Doxin said, shaking hands. They went back into the room where Mr. Jenkins's blood rested. The Wagon Lit Conductor washed it up but still didn't clear the smell for some odd reason.

"Two same organizations, how does that happen?" Det. Doxin asked. Det. Jacques laughed very hard—at Doxin. Doxin looked at him with irritation, "What are you laughing at?" Det. Jacques put his hand on Doxin's shoulder. "It's quite simple, if you look at the situation you'll understand.

"Mr. Denbinarth said that it turned to a criminal business and Paul said there were two SEOTs. Now technically, whoever said that there were two in the first place.

"You said it was to help London, right? We all knew that Victor was telling the truth. But what about Thomas, that seemed quite unbelievable. As we were walking to the room, I was like 'J'ai compris! It's guerre civile! If you think about it, there were two SEOT's. While one is helping London, the other half is criminal business—!"

"Civil war?" Det. Doxin wondered under his breath. "It can't be that ridiculous."

Jacques sighed, "Everything in this case is ridiculous." Det. Doxin sighed, knowing that was true. It was the only possible. Unless Paul was lying, he might have been lying to them so that he can get away. Maybe that story was a whole joke, maybe some play!

Det. Doxin thought he was out of this mind. He was obviously crazy that SEOT was even still trying to kill a woman.