The Life - Our Riches

Our Riches

Andrew Johnston was sat down eating breakfast with measly stupid little me. He was just talking about how fantastic he was solving his last case: “the lost pearls of the Dutch Queen”. He was also saying how much of a failure I was, “Little brother Richard, I can’t believe I even bring you on these cases, you have no idea what the devil I mean by the lot of it!” Just one of many comments he has made in the last few minutes. We were eating away when suddenly, Andrew picked up the phone. It hadn’t rung. I thought he had gone mad! Then about a second later the phone rang!

“How did you…” I said astonished

“Shh.” Andrew said angrily “Who is this? And I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are calling about a murder”

“My name is Joana Jenkins. My father is the owner of the Jenkins-cash4goods. A worldwide trade and sell store.”

“Come round to 690 alpine street 3 o’clock today” Andrew said, cutting off Joana

It was nearly 3 o’clock. I had just finished clearing up from tea; Andrew was at the computer researching the worldwide multimillion-dollar business Jenkins-cash4good.

“Can you get the door Richard?” he asked me

“But the door isn’t ringing” I answered thinking he must be mad, when

“DING-DONG” as the bell went

“One day I will find out how you know when something is about to happen”

“Well it’s simple, normally people are 2 minutes and 48 seconds late. I had an eye on my watch at 3:02:48 and I asked you can you get the door” he answered smugly

“What about the phone this morning?”

“That was an absolute guess! Now can you get the door!” he snapped, starting to loose his temper.

I went to the door; it was a tall blonde girl who looked quite rich. I brought her through to the room where Andrew was reading.

“Joana have a seat, tell me the rest of what you know.” Said Andrew

“Hello, so as I’ve told you my father has been killed.” Joana said in a sad voice “But that is not the reason I am here. Later yesterday, my father’s friend Ken Tolki owner of Tolki supermarkets committed suicide. Also this morning another friend of his got shot in the side of the head.”

“Where did this Tolki man live?” Andrew questioning her

“Gaelfords manor near London”

“I will find out who did this as soon as I can, goodbye”

“Goodbye and thank you. I will leave my number with Richard”

We arrived at Gaelfords manor, to see that there where no police around. He picked the lock on the front door open and walked through, trying to see if the body was still here. In the living room the body was laying on the floor with a bullet wound on the right side of his head, near him was a gun.

“It was obviously a murder,” Andrew said, as he walked round the room.

“You are absolutely delusional brother!”

“Richard, what am I always saying to you? The obvious is never true. He is left handed!”

“How can you tell? And why would it make any difference?!”

“The bullet wound is on the right side of the head. It is awkward and difficult to hold a gun with your left hand and shoot it on the right side. I can tell because, look, the TV remote is on the left side of the table; the butter knife is on the left side of the plate. I could go on with 37 more reason but I won’t.”  

“So someone is up to something right?”

“Correct, I'm going to check the phones just before we leave.”

A few minutes later he came off the phone.

“What was there on it?” I asked

“A few old messages about a club called the Our Riches”

“Who are they?”

“I have no idea!...  For once.”

The next morning I woke up, went through to the main room to see Andrew engaged on his computer.

“What have you found out?” I said about to fall back asleep

“Our Riches is filled up with 18 people owning millionaire companies, they make up that people do crimes and put them in prison and take all their possessions.”