The DNA reports (CASE #001)

One day in the lightly lit early morning as the birds chirp welcomed the rising sun still not visible through the horizon with equal passion as the mornings before, I was reliving the cool gentle breeze from the open window and swaying curtains while sitting on the mat, meditating. My concentration broke with the tired knocking on my door.

My father Desmond Javier seemed to have passed another sleepless night as his eyes were screaming off his dilemma. As a cop, who was positioned as the one in charge of the investigation of the serial killings and his team was being questioned by their lazy superiors and the media as annoying as a fly. He excruciatingly shared how his investigation has hit rock bottom.

"A peaceful morning it is, isn't it?", my father exclaimed.

" I know that is not the reason why you visited me this early father. Was there any recent breakthrough?", I asked.

My father smiled wryly as he knew that his son didn't ask that question without noticing his tired expression but because he understood his father pretty well.

"You remember that blood pool and the heads of the victim?", my father asked.

" Of course I do, those were sent for post-mortem, right?", I replied.

"The reports came.", my father said as he continued.

" The DNA reports from the blood pool showed that it had two different blood samples, belonging to two different people"

"One set of the DNA belonged to the victim and the other set of DNA belonged to some unknown man but with the same blood group as that of the victim", my father sighed as he said.

"Do you mean two different people with O negative as their blood group?", I asked.

"Indeed, that seems to be the case"

"So there are three people in the reports or four?"

"Well, one of the blood samples was that of the victims which makes it two, and then the other one was found to be common in both different samples, so that makes it three different humans in the tally"

"And when the DNA report from the third blood sample came, it had that common DNA along with that of the victim too", my father sighed again as he looked up at the ceiling fan and sighed deeply.

"Amusing indeed", I said as I scratched my head in confusion and stretched my body as I raised my hands above my head and arched my back with a deep breath.

"That hits the spot", I whispered to myself with a satisfactory smile.

" So, did anyone check the criminal records of that unknown DNA or try to match it with that of those surgeons and the professor?", I asked.

"Yeah, already done with it."

"It's not like your dad is an amateur and on the contrary, even an amateur would think of that at least"

"So any clues?", I asked.

" Nope, not at all"

"Neither it was a match with those DNA samples from the house owners, nor it did match with any of the past criminal histories from the database", he said.

"So are you saying that there has been an introduction of another piece with unknown origins as a part of this puzzling case as a whole?

"Indeed that seems to be the case", my father sighed.

"Although we have been probably introduced with a clue and we are looking forward to some revelations", my father added.

" It seems that your team has traced some kind of relationship between the house owners i.e. the two surgeons and that professor, right?", I asked.

"Yes, it seems so", my father said.

It's not like we always talk formally like we did this time, but when it's something related to his case or a subject of my interest, we seem to mutually prefer this way of sharing our ideas.

After that, my father told me about his recent breakthroughs in his investigations. I was solely dependent on what cops could find and could only provide my father with a few suggestions as there is only so much a college student can do by himself. Since I cannot get any kind of warrant for my investigations, right?

Till now, I had got my hands on a video clip from the first incident which I got my hands on while I pretended to be a detective. Although, I had already made a copy of the relevant part from that clip the very same day as I already knew that a liar's luck shall not be of any help in the long run. The cops had confiscated that tape the other day as I got a legal warning and my father could not say anything in my backing as even he could not deny that I was in the wrong.

But of course, that did not mean I could not get my hands on new evidence and breakthroughs. As my father supported his son's whims and shared some of them as long as they were not considered confidential.

Well, I had to put up with it for a few more months. After I graduate, I can finally become a trainee consultant under the shadow of an actual detective who happens to be a friend of my father whom he met on one of his homicide investigations. Although, he is on his mission for a while now in another country. He has agreed to take me as a trainee under him and thus I have already been practicing writing my application which I am supposed to submit to him after I graduate to become a trainee consultant officially.

Being an official consultant has its perks even if it means being just a trainee as I can get access to the crime scene under a superior and can collect evidence myself or from the database on my own accord otherwise supposedly confidential.

I opened my drawer and looked at an envelope inside it with a smile reeking with excitement and closed it again while I closed my eyes and sighed with a mild shrug.

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