New York, New Murder - 5 & Aftermath

Richard Yates’ room, Gatsby Hotel, 1:40 P.M

Daniel was looking around the room. The tape was no longer there but the room was still a mess. An outline of tape now replaced were Richard used to be.

“Dr. Smith.” Said a voice from the corner of the bedroom of the hotel. It was familiar. “It’s been a few hours, why’d you come back? I thought you learnt all you could from this crime scene.”

“Alfred, you’re still around?” Daniel noted with an inquisitive tone.

“Someone had to stay, I volunteered. Someone believed you’d return.”

“May I ask who?”

“You may, and you did. He only found himself by his formal badge number and he used an electronic voice on the phone. Do you know badge 1765?”

“Know him? That’s Mr. Rodgers of the EPD, he’s the police commissioner in fact.”

“Seems the guy knows you well enough that he predicted your return.”

“Sounds about right.” Daniel retorted.

“So why did you return?”