He pointed the EMF meter to the wall and found that there was nothing wrong. He entered the room and saw blood all over the floor. He walked around but couldn't find anything wrong. A few moments later, he heard the sound of the cops arriving. He hurriedly stored the EMF meter inside his trench coat and then exited the room. He looked for a window that he could use to escape. After a few seconds, he quickly found one and used it. Fortunately for him, there wasn't any person who saw him exit the house otherwise he might be considered as a suspect since suspects do intend to go back to the places where they killed.

Simon strolled around the streets and after the coast was clear, he entered his car. 'I should find more information about this guy.' Simon thought to himself as he started the engine of his car. He drove to his hotel. Along the way, he stopped at a restaurant to pick up food for him and Leo. After half an hour, he left the restaurant and proceeded towards the hotel. He was greeted by one of the employees that was stationed in the cashier.

"Ah sir! Might I take a bit of your time? You see, your dog is causing trouble for the other guests. Can you please do something about it? Otherwise, I will rudely ask you to leave." That employee said. Simon looked at the employee and then grabbed his wallet from his trench coat. He took out a hundred pounds and then put it into the small pocket on the chest of the employee.

"That's the money for the damage alright? Well, I hope you don't mind my dog afterwards." Simon said meaningfully.

That employee was rather quick as he said, "of course sir."

Simon bade farewell and then he walked to the elevator. That employee took the seventy pounds for himself and then stored away the thirty pounds. 'What a generous man! I have to take care of his dog later on and maybe he might give me more money!' that employee thought as he smiled cheekily.

Simon's room was on the fourth floor but when he was still on the third floor, he could clearly hear Leo's barks. Simon sighed and then got off the elevator when the door opened. The hallway had a thick red mat that further augmented the beauty of the hallway. The designs, items, and plants placed in the hallway were all refined and beautiful.

"Hey buddy I'm here!" Simon yelled out. He opened the door and then placed down the food on the table near the door. He found it rather odd since the room was silent and Leo was nowhere to be found. He walked three meters forward and then all of a sudden, he felt that something was behind him.

Leo pounced on him like he was some cat. Simon hit his head on the floor. He grimaced in pain while Leo licked his face. Simon rubbed Leo's head and cuddled him. "What did you do when I was away? Why were you barking? You naughty dog!" Simon teased Leo and acted angry. Leo growled at him and then licked his face. Simon laughed and then said, "alright Leo that's enough. Let's eat."

Leo barked in response and then moved out of the way. Simon stood up and then grabbed the food that he bought. Giving Leo his food. The two ate happily. Leo's plate was unsurprisingly tidy. He's a trained dog of course. Simon disposed of their leftovers and then he grabbed his laptop from his suitcase. He hacked the database of the police department of Warrington so that he could gain more information about that man who died.

After a few clicks, he summarized the information that he saw.

According to the info that he gathered, the man's name was Damian Hawthorn. A forty five years old man who worked in a factory called Hernandez's Marshmallow Factory. Worked there for more than two decades. He had black hair, a bit fat, tattoo of a triangular symbol on his left arm and he was white man. He got divorced with his wife three years ago. His wife's name is Molly Hawthorn. A forty six years old woman who has blonde hair and light skin tone. Apparently, they got divorced because Damian couldn't leave behind his addiction to alcohol. He had a few friends, but only this name was written in the section 'friends'. A person called John Thompson who worked with him in the same company. Damian Hawthorn died on June 23, 2021 because of multiple cuts on the body, severe bloodloss and he was also stabbed a couple of times in his abdomen. The forensics team's findings indicated that Damian Hawthorn's left arm was also broken but it was broken by the killer post-mortem. There was no fingerprints on the body, no sign of struggle or bruises and no sign of someone breaking in as the doors and windows were all locked. He was found by his neighbor two days after he died when his neighbor wanted to visit him and ask him to drink with him. The neighbor stated that he was calling out to Damian but nobody answered. He found it quite odd that nobody answered since the doors were all locked from the inside. He didn't want to break in. Thus he called the 911.

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There is no current suspect since Damian didn't see anyone the day that he died.

Simon's brow furrowed. "No sign of someone breaking in? No fingerprints? Must be a vengeful spirit. Alright I'll go talk first to his ex-wife." Simon said.

He looked at Leo and then said, "Leo, come on. We have a case to solve."

Leo barked excitedly. The duo left the room and then they headed towards where Molly Hawthorn lived.

After a ten-minute drive, they quickly reached Molly's house. Simon pulled up the car at the other side of the street of Molly's house and then said to Leo, "Leo, stay here in the car. That's a command. Guard my things."

Leo nodded seriously as if he understood what Simon said. Simon patted Leo's head, grabbed his fake FBI ID and then headed towards Molly's house. Using fake ids was something that his Uncle taught him when he was growing up. It was pretty handy when infiltrating government institutions or getting someone to talk.

Molly's house was a two story house, it was colored light blue and the whole house was like the average brittish house. Simon knocked on the door three times. A blonde lady who looked to be in her mid forties opened the door.

The lady looked at him with fear and suspicion. "Yes? Who might you be?" said the Lady. "Hello Ma'am, I'm Simon from the FBI. Is there a Molly Hawthorn here?" Simon said and then he took out his badge and ID so that the Lady would believe in him. Indeed, the lady believed in him but she was still hostile.

"Yes, I'm Molly Hawthorn. However Hawthorn isn't the surname I currently use... Please just call me Molly." The lady said.

"Ms. Molly, I want to hear your statement about your ex-husband Damian Hawthorn." Simon said seriously.

"But I already gave my statement to the police yesterday." Molly said.

"Yeah, I'm just following up, wanting to hear the statement from your own mouth." Simon smiled and said.

Seeing that Simon meant well, she let him in. Molly's house was neat and tidy. Molly lead Simon to the living room and said, "Please take a seat agent?..."

Simon and Molly took a seat. "Oh I'm Agent Simon." Simon said and then shook Molly's hand.

"Well Molly, I am sorry for your loss." Simon said.

"It's okay..." Molly replied.

"How did he die?" Simon asked Molly.

"Well, I got a call from the police that my ex-husband was murdered. That he was stabbed and cut." Molly said weakly.

"And when did you hear of this?" Simon said.

"On the 26th of June."

"Hmmm... How was your relationship with Damian?"

"Well, three years ago. We...we got a divorce but I still had contact with him every now and then."

"The reports say that you left him because he couldn't leave his addiction to alcohol behind?"

"That's partly the reason but..." Molly replied.

"But what Molly?" Simon asked.

Molly sighed and said, "Damian, he... Whenever he got drunk, he would abuse me physically and hurt me. He even sent me to the hospital once. I got scared. I didn't want to see him anymore."

Simon was not surprised by this since from time immemorial, drunkards had a tendency to beat their wife up. Simon nodded and said, "Did you hold a grudge towards Damian after you divorced?"

"What?! No! Do you think I killed him?! I... i loved the man!" Molly shouted.

"I left him but I didn't want him to die! I was just tired and sick of getting beat up. But I didn't wish for him to die. Not even once." Molly started to tear up.

"Oh no no Ma'am, that's not what I meant. I'm sorry if you thought that it was." Simon hurriedly said.

"But, do you know any person who might have a beef with him? Someone who he got into an argument with or a fight?" Simon asked.

"I don't know... I don't know. Maybe his friend knows. I didn't have any contact with him in the recent weeks so I don't really know." Molly replied.

"Friend? May I know who this friend might be?" Simon asked.

"John Thompson. He worked with Damian in the factory. He knew him more than me. They were like brothers who were not bounded by blood." Molly said.

"Noted Ma'am. Thank you for your time!" Simon said and left the house.

'So the ex-wife doesn't know anything huh?' Simon thought to himself.

He walked towards his car and opened it. He found Leo sleeping cutely. He chuckled and then took a quick picture of Leo. He started the car and Leo snapped awake. The duo headed towards the Hernandez Marshmallow Company. Simon left Leo again in the car and then he searched for John Thompson. He talked to the guards, "Hello Sir, is there a John Thompson working here?"

"Yes there is actually and who might you be?" That guard said.

"I'm Agent Simon from the FBI" Simon said and then raised his badge and ID.

"Alright. You can enter." Seeing that the badge and id were real, the guard let him in and told him where John Thompson was.

Simon nodded and then said thanks. He walked towards a big building and then called out, "John Thompson? John Thompson? Are you here? I want to talk to you." Simon yelled out. The workers in front of him stopped working and then they quickly turned to look at him and then to a bald black guy in a sleeveless shirt.

"Yes? Who are you?" The bald black guy walked towards him. This bald black guy's body was quite intimidating to normal folks but it didn't intimidate Simon since he has seen people and creatures whom are far more intimidating than this guy.

"Are you John Thompson?" Simon asked.

"Yes I am sir." John said.

"I'm Agent Simon from the FBI, I've come here to talk about the death of your friend, Damian Hawthorn."

"I've already said what I know to the police yesterday..." John replied.