her. Monica was genuinely telling the truth.
"I promise you, I will get to the very bottom of this!" I cried. "And I know for a fact that there is more to this story than meets the eye. Is there anything else, anything at all, that you want to tell me?"
"I can't think of anything at the moment," she replied, her hands together as if she was praying.
"Then you are free to go," I told her.
This was getting more and more puzzling by the minute. So, if what Monica said was true, John was the one who saw her writing the note to Richard, so he used that as his opportunity to kill him. I had more to think about in my bed that night, and of that I was certain.
For now, however, it was time to give John his phone call to someone. About half an hour after Monica went home, John was given his phone call, and I stood right next to him.
He slowly approached the telephone, and I watched him as he dialed the numbers with great care. Staring at the wall, he put the telephone to his ear, and waited not more than two seconds.
"Hello," he said. "Oh, yes, I'm fine. Are you alright? I've been so worried about you. No, I don't know when I'll be home. I don't think they'll ever let me out."
I looked at him, since he was looking at me when he said that.
"I love you, mother," he said suddenly.
In an instant, I grabbed the phone off him, and put it to my ear. I did not say anything, but when I put the phone to my ear, the person on the other end of the line had hung up.
I got very excited now. I had to trace that phone call to make sure that somebody was actually talking to him.
Within ten minutes, another police officer on the team had traced the phone call, and proved that someone was actually on the other end of the line.
"It's Monica," I said. "I just know it's Monica."
"How do you know it's her?" Miranda asked me.
"Because that's the only person he talks to."
I knew that John could have been confused between his mother and Monica, but that also made me believe that Monica could have been pretending to be his mother all along. Either that, or John was just very confused. Either way, I inferred that Monica was on the other end of the line, and Graham and I telephoned Monica and asked her for an alibi. She said that she was at home when that happened, about ten minutes before. This meant that no-one could prove where she was at the time, so we were no further forward with the case. Thinking that this direction of the case had come to its end, I decided to turn back to the mysterious house Monica had mentioned before.
Chapter 8
The first thing I knew I had to do was find out who was living in the house in 1992. The only way of doing that was to look at the 1991 census record for who was living there. Since I was on the police force, I was granted access. I knew that by finding out who was living in the house at the time, it would bring me one step closer to finding out what the "bad thing" was that John did.
I was quite shocked by who was living in the house at the time. Two people, named Joseph and Maria Doe, were both in their sixties at the time. I knew from my instinct that these people were related to John, possibly grandparents. So, the next step was to search for John's father's parents. They came up with two different names than the ones in the census record. Then I thought, brother of John's grandfather? This led me to do some further research. I searched the birth records for John's grandfather and found out that John's great-grandparents were named Antony and Elizabeth. I then searched for Joseph Doe's parents. Indeed, his parents were also named Antony and Elizabeth. I now had proof that the people living in that mysterious house were John's great-aunt and great-uncle. This meant that John would have been able to visit the house on several occasions. I had so many questions I wanted to answer, but the most important one was, were these people involved in the murders? It was a possibility, since they seemed like