The Omniscrolls

  After a humiliating walk through the halls of the police station, Perera’s clothes were taken for testing. He sat in waiting for the results in the Interrogation Room. Officers Jerome and Mahone watched him through the one-way mirror in the adjacent room. Perera was sweating; he looked nervous. Every now and then, he looked at the glass, knowing he was being watched. “He’s looking more and more guilty by the minute,” Jerome said. The results arrived a little while later, and the two officers walked into the Interrogation Room with the files in their hands, making Perera visibly even more nervous. “So, what’re the results, guys?” “The blood’s Helena’s, George,” Mahone said. “Things are looking more and more bad for you,” Jerrome said. “That’s impossible!” “Stop playing games and tell us where the body is, George,” Mahone said. “I didn’t kill my wife! Why don’t you believe me?” “Because you're lying, as usual!” “I’m no criminal!” “But you did regularly beat your wife, am I right?”

Helena was at the police station, talking to officers Mahone and Jerome, when officer Perera walked in. She panicked, and hid under the table as she pleaded with them not to let him see her. “Okay, okay, don't worry,” Mahone said as he walked out with Jerome and pulled officer Perera away, talking about some cases. Helena slowly crept out of the room and rushed towards the entrance. She let out a sigh of relief as she drove off. She had asked Mahone and Jerome not to tell her husband that she came over and spoke to them, but to inform him that they got calls from neighbors about a woman screaming and pleading not to be beaten while a man was shouting at her in abusive language and threatening to kill her if she didn't shut up. “I hope they’ll do what I said; I’ll be dead if not.” Officers Mahone and Jerome explained to officer Perera that there were complaints from his neighbors about public disturbance. They said that the neighbors had complained about him coming drunk every e

“What happened?” “Sorry to disturb you at this hour, ma’am, but we caught a burglar,” a guard said. “What? What did they try to steal?” “We’re not sure about that yet, ma’am. He didn’t have anything on him when we captured him, but there is an exhibit that has gone missing.” “Which one?” “The sword of King Sri Vikrama Rajasinghe.” “Oh, no!” “We’re looking into it right now, ma’am.” “And what were you doing when all this went down? Sleeping?” “They broke into the museum without tripping the alarm.” “Alright, so where’s the suspect now?” “He’s being questioned by the police as we speak.”   “Okay, I’ll go check how it’s going. You guys keep an eye out for now,” I said, rushing out of the room. Just a moment later, I stepped on something leathery; it was chewing gum. I questioned the guards about it, but they denied having any. Perhaps it was the burglar’s? I put the chewing gum in my handbag and left the museum to go to the police station. As I arrived there, I was greeted by the officer-

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