9 Sociopath (1/2)

I looked around, hoping no one had overheard.

”This conversation is not suitable for breakfast,” I told him before turning to Lucas. ”He interviewed me before, but please ignore everything we say after this.”

He was a bit flabbergasted, but let it go.

”One: Everyone has seen a dead person once or twice in their lifetime, usually when an elder in the family passes away. Anyone can distinguish a dead person from a live one. Two: It was really cold, so ideally the internal temperature of the body would be controlled enough to slow down decomposition drastically.” I could see that he had something to say.

”You are wrong there. He was wearing extremely warm clothes. It would cause the opposite effect and negate the cold temperature.” I shook my head at him. Though I was pleased that he wasn't treating me as a suspect any longer (probably because his superior had told him so) I was annoyed that he wasn't noticing the glaring discrepancy in the way the corpse was found.

”From the photos you showed me, there was a thin layer of frost on his clothing. Though the cold can do that to the skin of the body, it isn't the same for the thick jacket he was wearing. I think the man was wet by something and then when his body was transported the cold formed a thin layer of ice on his clothing.” His eyes held a complex expression. ”Yes, transported. You told me about going back to the scene of crime, but that isn't the case. The site of murder is different than where it was found.”

”Because even though there was a gash on his head, there was no blood on the floor. External bleeding caused by a blunt force trauma was thought to be the cause of death, but apart from his hair, nothing had blood on it.” He continued on his own.

”You aren't as bad as I thought,” I told him with a smile. ”I hope you don't suspect me any further,” I warned him.

”You do seem like a sociopath, though. Your reactions and logic are not normal. Are you a student of criminology?” He asked, praying that he hadn't been bested by someone from another department. He was very easy to see through, too. ”Then what?”

”School of Languages and Linguistics. Same university as you.”

”How did you know?” He gasped.

”I just do.”

I was done with my tea so I strapped my bag and got up.

”I'll take my leave. I have some work to turn in.” With a wave, I left the two sitting beside each other; hopefully, they would bond over it and make new friends.