Dara came back to the office after class. Told her what happened. She sat down at her computer, said it was nice, started typing away.
I tried talking to myself, before realizing I had someone to talk to now. There was a struggle, and the doc got shot while he was on the ground. Someone pinned him, the Double Murderer. Either his wife got shot first, or she didn't help when the fight was going. Either way, she didn't struggle.
What if that was it? Police reports said the bullets came from the gun in doc's hand. Looked like he had it the whole time. What if he was the one shot her? If that was it, why did he have it? Someone broke in to steal something, got caught, doc fired, they fight, doc shoots himself, guy escapes.
But the glass on the porch didn't fit. Glass got broke from the inside, bits went outside. Someone let D.M. in. Even if the door was unlocked, he didn't need to break the glass.
That late at night, doc couldn't have known what was going on, unless he wanted to kill his wife, make it look like murder. It didn't make much sense, cause D.M. woulda brought a gun in with him. Same with the wife, she couldn'ta wanted doc dead. D.M. woulda had the gun.
My head really hurt, like an elephant sat on it. There's a reason I'd rather go to a bar, get drunk, get in a fight, than sit and think about it.
Why did she invite someone in? That late, she was sleeping with someone not the doc. She was sleeping with D.M. Doc hears something, gets a gun, goes downstairs, Doc and D.M. struggle. Somehow, Mrs. Peterson gets shot, D.M. forces Doc to shoot himself. Made sense, and it fit what we knew. Thing was, we still didn't know who D.M. was.
Dara looks up from her computer, says she thinks she got something. Figure that I was gabbing for over an hour, she had plenty of time to look up stuff on the internets [At one point, he suggested magic. Trace won't discount any possibility. -Dara].
She shows me a pic from the internets from a while back. It's Sara with her ex, the producer, Miguel Juarez. He's almost a dead ringer for Raul.
We near smack into each other rushing out the door.
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