Murder In The Old Castle
267. Home Owner Data
Dimas entered the office of a minimalist designed housing manager. In the space that is not how big there is a set of sofas maroon, and a reception desk. In the corner of the room there is a medium-sized aquarium, containing colorful sea water fish, so that the room is more comfortable.
Behind the desk, there appeared a young girl with a rather excessive makeup looking indifferent at the arrival of Dimas. Even his face was seen bent, like he was facing a strange problem. He stared at the computer screen, chewing gum.
"Good afternoon" said Dimas.
"What's up. Sir? It's almost closed. If you want to offer goods mending to security first to get permission. If you want to meet with the director mending make an appointment first. That's also if you get permission, " said the girl while continuing to type in front of the computer screen, without caring about the presence of Dimas.
Actually Dimas was anxious to get such treatment. Even though he had a neat appearance, and there was not the slightest impression as a salesman. He wanted to be angry, but he immediately understood, maybe this kind of girl was less educated, so did not understand the grammar, or maybe there was a personal problem. Indeed, a girl like this should not be employed in the field of service.
"I want to ask you a few things" Dimas said later.
The girl stopped her activity, then turned to look at Dimas suspiciously. He wondered why people looked so relaxed and cold. Dimas was silent without a smile, walking back and forth looking at the contents of the room.
"Who is this father?" ask the girl with a frown.
Dimas doesn't want to talk much. He only issued a sign of his politicized member and then placed it on the table in front of the girl. At first the girl only glanced, but then read carefully the name on the card. The parasite turned pale. He realized that he was talking to one of the famous police officers in the city.
"Oh, sorry .. sorry. I didn't know that this man was Mr. Dimas. Sorry yes, sir. Please sit. Can anyone help, sir?"
Suddenly the girl with a lively appearance changed attitude. His smile began to expand, albeit slightly forced. He stood up from his seat, a little awkward, confused as to what he should do.
"Look easy. Don't have much talk like that. I just wanted to ask you a few things about the residents of this housing estate. As the news that is circulating lately about the murder of several artists, including Renita Martin who lives in this housing. I want to check all the data related to the occupants of this entire housing estate" Dimas said as he threw himself on a sofa.
Somewhat long ago the girl digested Dimas' speech. During this time rarely follow the news, only interested in the news of Korean artists, so he did not really care about this case. The skin looks red with shame.
"You mean the data owners of the houses that are here?" ask the girl again.
"Yes, do you have that?" ask Dimas again.
"Yes, we have the data of the owner of the house here, along with his phone number and home address. If you want me to print it" said the girl.
"Yes well. I asked for the data to be printed" Dimas said.
"Well Sir!"
The girl immediately acted quickly, printing the data Dimas requested. While waiting, Dimas observed the photos on the wall of the room. Most photos of houses in residential neighborhoods. All luxurious and classy. Dimas suspects, the price of a house can reach billions. No wonder, if the residents in this area are upper class people.
The girl had finished printing the requested data, then handed over about ten pieces of paper to Dimas. Quite a lot of it turns out, and the writing on the paper is quite small, so it requires thoroughness to check the names listed in the sheet.
"The names on that list are already arranged in alphabetical order, sir. So it's easier to find someone" said the girl.
"good. I'll check it later at the office. Thanks for the help, Mom .... "
"Leila. Just call me Leila, sir!"
The girl smiled sweetly, in stark contrast to when she first saw Dimas coming.
"Leila, well thank you for your help Leila!"
Dimas immediately took the data to a cafe. He wanted to take a break while enjoying coffee. He was tired all day because he had so much to take care of. He looked at a rather quiet point, in order to observe the new data he got from Leila. He needs a little calm atmosphere so as not to miss something that he observes.
His order.a favorite cup of coffee, accompanied by several pieces of donuts studded with sugar and cheese is also presented. He just wants to stifle the hunger in the stomach with that food. He does not eat rice. Sometimes extraordinary busyness even deadens the appetite. He just wants the case to be over quickly.
While chewing doughnuts, traced the names of the residents of the housing that began from the alphabet A. Many names are known, especially the names of famous artists, sportsmen, to officials. It stopped in several names, then marked some names with yellow stabilo. Apparently, there are some suspects who have assets or houses in the elite housing area. Worth it, they can go in and out without arousing suspicion, because their names are recorded as residents.
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In a city park on the bank of a river, a man sits in a sammbil wheelchair staring at a slow-moving stream. The afternoon began to close into the night. The wind started to blow biting the skin. The man wore a wide hat, with a circular scarf around his neck, enjoying the slightly cold afternoon atmosphere. The sky has turned red, soon the night will come.
"I miss solving cases again" said the man slowly.
"I get. But your legs haven't fully recovered since the accident inside the ravine. The police give you unlimited time to recover until you are completely healthy. It doesn't matter if you're home. After all, there's Reno and Dimas replacing you" she said calmly.
Ammar Marutami, a senior police officer who played a major role in solving the case, has now had to sit in a wheelchair since the accident in the old castle. Actually he was almost recovered, but sometimes he felt pain in the legs. Dwi doctors sometimes visit to examine her legs. Doctor Dwi suggested to rest for a while.
"I can't keep quiet like this, Mariah! A lot of serial murder cases have been going on lately, and I've only seen all of that through TV. Almost every week I see someone getting killed. I am very sad to see this situation. I can walk and hold a gun. I can!"
Suddenly Ammar stood up quickly from his seat. She stood up straight, walking towards the riverbank confidently, though slightly limped, while Mariah looked at her husband with pity.
"You look at Mariah! I'm healthy! I'm not a handicapped person sitting in a wheelchair all day. It's gonna make me sicker. I can work, investigate cases and ... aah!"
Ammar fell, so Mariah helped him immediately. She was very worried about her husband's condition. He tried to help Ammar rise. Unfortunately the husband shook Mariah's hand, as if he did not need her help.
"Don't treat like a cripple! I can ! I can stand alone!"
Slowly, Ammar was finally able to stand up straight again. Then with a limp step he again walked around his wheelchair. Mariah only looked at the incident sadly. He knows what the husband feels.
"I'm not a cripple!" ammar.
"Nobody said you were a cripple, Ammar. Everyone loves you and doesn't want you to get sick. That's the truth" Mariah said.
"Tomorrow ..Tomorrow, take me to the police station. I'll talk to Reno!"
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