the day was coming to a close. constantine and friday sat in a small one table conference room at headquarters.
constantine took a sip of water from a paper cup and glanced at a small pad in front of him.
i think we are done with our friend mr wlliam wilson.
i agree. i will call him in, and do the usual. unless you want to.
no, you can handle him.
all right. i think his friend mr smith is a more interesting case.
so do i. but we have nothing on him. he is an employed citizen, with no complaints against him.
not even from mr wilson. but i will double check with mr wilson on that when i call him in.
yes, do that.
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good morning, mr wilson. have a seat.
thank you.
detective constantine and i have reviewed your case, and, unless you have something to add to it, we have decided to close it.
oh.
you have the right to appeal the closing. here is the form you can use to appeal. you have thirty days to do so, if you choose to. of course, if you feel you have any new information, you can always contact detective constantine or myself. or any member of the police. do you understand?
i guess. why are you closing the case?
we have no evidence. except that provided by yourself.
what about the note?
you provided it.
do you think i wrote it myself?
now that you mention it, it did occur to us that you might have. your case is far from unique, and in many such cases the complainant did in fact manufacture the note or other evidence provided.
do you want a sample of my handwriting?
you can give us one if you like.
so the case would remain open while you checked it?
no, handwriting, by itself, is not considered proof of anything. except in stories.
oh. then why bother?
it can be considered corroborating evidence. do you still want to give me a sample?
yes.
all right.
friday took a small pad of paper and a pen out of the top drawer of the desk she was sitting at.
to be continued
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