Retrin Trevor was a Shamus or consulting detective in other words, working as a separate per body for CCI(Centre for Crime Investigation) in New York. He was indeed a strange person, with few knowing him a little. He was a boy around 15, The word 'half-albino' would be the most suitable to describe him, since he had a pale skin and white tangled unkempt hair. His eyes were always full of popping ideas, not energetically stupid but cleverly active.
He was the new transfer student. His apparent was normal as the others, black gray baggy trousers where white plain shirt is tucked in. A black stripped white tie. A solid black blazer partially buttoned. His shoes were flat black and socks gray. A total black and gray person in terms of clothing.
'Welcome to Class - 7A. I'm your class teacher Rodrigo Ray. Please feel free.' He paused and turned to the students, 'Everyone!' The teacher kindly said to Trevor who was standing straight beside him. There were about 50 of them in the broad classroom.
'Nice to meet you, T-Tr-Trevor!' The whole class exclaimed brightly. They had trouble pronouncing the name. Quite a lively batch.
Trevor in the meantime was examining through each student. 'Is my name that hard to pronounce?' Trevor scratched his hair, gloomily, his eyes still searching through the room.
'Anyways,' Rodrigo started, 'Please take whatever empty seat is left.'
The only empty one was the desk at the right corner of the room right beside the immense window. Trevor at once examined the person he was about to sit beside as he scraped his chair to have a seat.'
Name is Paul Hedrick, from what is written on the cover of his copy. Combs his hair straight
everyday, signs of tidiness. His shoe is clean but doesn't take care to the tie them. He ties them too tightly and marks are left as proof, signs of hastiness. His shirt is crunched up a bit, probably from fast tucking. Signs are there that show he ran to school today, since he cleaned his shoe early hand but didn't tie them properly. Eyes reveal energy but marks are there of oversleeping. Another proof of oversleeping is he's using his right hand fingers to give away the pain from his temples. That says that he has a headache. His sight is directed downwards, showing little annoyance.
He partially got to know about in a matter of a second as he sat down. 'Nice to meet you Paul.' Trevor
gave his hand towards him in a friendly manner. 'Must have been hard for you this morning, rushing to school, huh?'
Paul quite shocked shook his hand in reply, 'How on earth did you know I came in a haste?' Did he see me entering school in a hurry? No, now's the second period and as far as I know he just entered
school a few minutes ago.
Palm tough with calleouse, signs of hard working. Trevor thought. 'The public bus caught a flat tire you see.' Trevor smiled.
'Okay then guys, let's get started with our English Language Class!' Rodrigo was quite an energetic one.
The class filled with whispers about Trevor. The girls' shrill voices disturbed Trevor, as they were all
whispering things like 'so cute' and what-not.
'Okay class, do exercise 3.2 from page 26.' Rodrigo said, 'And oh! Paul please help Trevor follow the class and show him the earlier notes please.'
Paul at once handed him the copy. Trevor found about his personality from his handwriting. The strokes are deeply pressured, meaning he his energetic and has a great determination. The letters are large, signs of friendliness and sociability. The letters are very close to each other and connected, shows that he acts and judges on logic. High long t-bars that slant
upwards - enthusiasm and ambition. Lines that slant upwards -
more enthusiasm. Letters that slant to the
right – desire for involvement. The letters get slightly larger indicating more frankness.
'Thanks,' Trevor started as he scanned through the copy, 'But I think I'll manage.' Trevor said trying to sound kind. Well he wasn't to the least. More like heartless.
'Okay, if you say so...' Paul's voice trailed off. He at once started writing.
***
The bell rang off. The second period was over, so was fifty minutes.
'What's the next class?' Trevor said out so fast, Paul blinked several times until it got to him.
'Oh...Math.' Paul said.
Trevor eyes went droopy. 'Where's the vending machine?' He asked Paul.
'Um, as soon as you enter the corridor walk through it, umm... two or three meters I guess, and you
will see one at the corner.'
Trevor went off in a hurry. The math sir was late, so he had five minutes at hand to go there. Yes, he
was a coffee freak and a listener to 'Japanese Songs'.
***
He returned to the class room, a coffee can at hand and earphones stuffed in his ears. The math sir just arrived as Trevor took his sit. Everyone in the class room looked weirdly and suspiciously at Trevor.
The math sir, Nico, was young man living his middle-twenties. Despite his age his cheekbones were
showing and his eyes were a bit sunken in, slightly shadowing his eyes. His complexion was an Asian's. Being the son of the principal, he literally is the ' semi-principal' now.
'The new transfer student, please stand up.' Nico said with a irritated voice. 'Why on earth are you drinking coffee in class? If you really are that interested, have a sip out of the room!'
Trevor immediately stood up, and took another sip at his coffee. 'My bad, but nothing about not drinking in class is mentioned in the school regulation book. Only stuff about chewing gums and actual solid food. It was mentioned that I was not allowed to buy drinks in the middle of classes. So I think I am good enough to get excused for this once and don't let your slacking office assistants a few meters through the corridor fool you. They were actually joking with each other. Remind them to type in this regulation in that 'incomplete' book, and I will be very pleased.' Trevor took the last sip and dropped the empty can towards the bin, which was right beside him(since he was in the corner of
the class room).
Paul gestured him not to start an argument, but Trevor ignored it.
'Sorry, but you did go to the vending machine during a class.' Nico said in an annoyed voice.
'No I didn't. Just the bell ringing, doesn't mean that your class started' Trevor objected in a mocking way, hands behind his back.
'And don't you dare blame my assistants! Such an arrogant imbecilic student! Sit down for the last time!' Nico was full of humiliation, being insulted by a mere student, but he felt that Trevor did have a point.
'T-h-a-n-k---y-o-u.' Trevor said in a partially singsong voice and slummed into his chair unplugging his earphones and turning off the MP3.
Nico was recovering from the heat. He turned to the board. 'Today we will be reviewing quadratic equations once again. So...' His voice drifted off as he penned down the topic on the board and his pfree hand behind his back. The free hand wore a Swiss golden watch.
That's some expensive watch he got there. Trevor thought.
'What on earth were you pulling back then?' Paul whispered, avoiding Nico's attention.
'Before I begin the review, please stand up. I mean, the ones who didn't finish the homework given
yesterday. The homework was on Ex-3c Quadratic expressions.' Nico said in a stern voice. 'And uh,
except the new transfer student.'
Trevor at once turned to Paul at once and leaned towards him whispering in a way but with clear enough tune. 'Is it me or does this sir think that I am stupid enough to think that he is stupid enough to think I am stupid enough to get up from this chair about a homework I didn't know about since this is my first class from 3 weeks from the first semester.'
'What the-!' Paul was puzzled, but he gave no heed he just paid attention Nico.
'I'll ask again, the ones who did not-' Nico started with the verbatim but stopped as some stood up.
One, two, no... five, no, 34 stood up! This class is sick. Trevor scanned through the homework exercise.
'Each of you will get a strict detention, 2 hours overtime after the school end today! 5 hours tomorrow! 4 hours day after tomorrow and so on.'
The whole bunch gasped, even the ones who had done the homework.
'Yes and no more protests!! Your excuses have bored me over the years!' Nico's voice boomed through the whole class grasping everyone in pin-drop-silence. No one dared even open their lips.
'What the hell? Do you call this homework? It took a minute!' Trevor stood up quite violently, with a 'mocking the rest' attitude. He laughed off a bit. Everyone just stared at him silent, even Nico. Paul was glued to the chair, pale all over.
'What am I interrupting something?' Trevor recovered, looking at everyone. 'Oh come on! You call this silence Mr.Nico? Cause just look at them. John there is playing with his inaudible DS, Carol there is constantly exchanging letters with Mike. Hendrick is in the meantime swearing you while standing up. And that girl, I guess it was..Catherine is continuously brushing her hair at the end, completely disrespecting you. Now what would you call that...umm..silence? No no no I would call that 'False Silence'.'
Nico was shocked at his behavior. Everyone was. John immediately shut down the DS, Hendrick stared blankly at Trevor with surprise. Mike and Carol frozen in position, Catherine at once stopped her process.
'See? I behaved them.' Trevor pointed out.
'YOU! YOU! YOU COME WITH ME! HOW DARE YOU! WHAT ARE YOU! COME HERE IMMEDIATELY! SEE WHAT I DO! JUST COME YOU IMBECILE!' Nico burst open and the room almost fell apart with fear. The whole batch never felt this experience before.
Trevor smiling partially, crossed the desks and to Nico. Stopped in front of him as if nothing happened.
Nico at once grabbed Trevor by the wrist and took him out of the room. 'You are going to the principal, come!'
The whole class remained silent as Trevor got pulled away. It was a deadly scenario, metaphorically.
***
About 40 mins.later...In the tiffin break...
'Hey Paul, what's for lunch?' Trevor stood in front of him with ear phones plugged in, who was sitting on a wooden bench. 'Got no friends around here?'
'Nope.' Paul looked up to Trevor
'Too bad.' Trevor took a bite at his sandwich.
'You are still listening to that Mp3 player? Even after all that?' Paul was a bit shocked.
'They said I could not listen only during classes. That's all.'
'The principal said nothing?'
'He gave me a lucky break as a new student. He said it was my first and last warning. Ah, they say that all the time and never mean it.'
'I wouldn't actually say that, last year-' Paul stopped short, from the bloody screams.
A crowd gathered around the front of the seven storied building. Paul in instant reaction jumped up from his seat and head to where the commotion. The students all stopped their work and rushed their. The teachers got out from their meeting room and rushed down the stairs even before looking out. There was blood everywhere.
Trevor calmly walked towards the scene. He brought out a card from his shirt's upper pocket. 'Move aside people. CCI chief consultant walking through.' He said in a leisurely manner, raising his card up in the air for the people to see.
'What the hell? Stop joking around, kid. How could you be a Chief Consultant of the CCI? Best joke I heard in years! That card has to be a fake.' One of the bullies pushed Trevor away. Even if Paul did
not completely believe the fact, but he was shocked. The crowd now had two things to make a commotion over.
'You don't believe me? Okay then.' Trevor slid his hand into the back pant pocket and brought out an i-phone. He tapped through some contacts and put it in loud speaker.
'CCI on line, proof security number is '671 #@! jka9 -ju8aq0- 98-2ujsa' An electronic voice said from the other end of the phone.
'Hello, anyone working in the organization with the name Trevor?' Trevor himself spoke into the phone, with everyone hearing the conversation.
'Wait a second...Yes Retrin Trevor, age 11 and is an albino.' The electronic voice said again.
'Thanks a lot, bye.' Trevor disconnected the line, and turned to the bully. 'Proof enough?' Trevor said in a mocking manner as he stuffed the phone into his pocket. No one uttered anything they just moved away to make space for him.
'Now that's more like it.' Trevor smiled as he headed to the dead body. It was a ninth grader, with dark hair and thick eyebrows. The cheek bones showed a lot and his clothing was much neat. The face
revealed shock. The eyes were open. A lot of blood puddled from the crack in the skull, which apparently was from the fall.
The body obviously fell from the top or roof, because none of the windows on each floor is open. The bleeding is severe, so the height he fell from has to be about from 5 levels onward. There are no window ledges either or nothing for the body to hold onto when it was falling.' Trevor then backed away about a meter away from the scene and observed the angle of the fall. Trevor scanned his eyes through the shirt as the victim was not wearing a blazer. The shirt at the back was a bit crinkled and strikingly represented two hands which were pushed by. The crinkle at one side was more dug in five certain points as if the person who pushed the victim had larger nails on the left hand.The killer was most probably right-handed since the shirts was more pressed at another side showing that the killer's dominant hand was the right. The victim also smelled of cigarettes. Not a smoker. Trevor checked the fingers and nails for stains of nicotine. Trevor disgustingly reached to the victims mouth to smell any nicotine...but none. The killer was a smoker most probably. The only bits of ashes were on his shirt at
the front.
'Hmm...okay.' Trevor turned to the crowd.
'Shouldn't we contact the officers who deal with suicides?' One of them said in a quiet voice.
'This is most certainly a murder so no.' Trevor then again brought out his phone and contacted the CCI.
'What makes you say that?'
'Who suicides with a shock and with their eyes open? And by the way, someone had to push him very hard otherwise the angle of his fall don't match. Look at the spot, he was far away from roof top. If someone commited suicide, no would go through the trouble of leaping sooo far that he would end up
there. And by the way suicide-rs have a tendency to look at the sky and peacefully fall, not looking beneath and watching yourself to fall to death.' Trevor said as he pressed the phone against his ear.
'This is Retrin Trevor. Special Consultant working as per for CCI.' Trevor said quickly.
'Confirmed. How can I help you.' The robotic voice said again.
'Connect me to Elias.'
'Affirmative. Processing number.' After a few seconds, the call connected to Elias.
'Spill the beans, Trevor.' Elias spoke in a cold voice, he was busy doing paperwork. He was a man between 40s.
'Murder in Greenworld International School. A 9th grader, dark hair and thick eyebrows. Death caused by a cracked skull and severe blood loss. Well, they always tell you in school to "open your mind" anyway. Possible suicide, but i have enough reasons to say otherwise. Send in the forensics, they can figure out more about this. Where are those, what do you call them, umm... yes those 'responding officer' thingies. Evidence is exposed.'
The call was cancelled from the other end as a sign of 'okay'.
A few teachers finally came rushing down, pushing through the crowd.
'What happened?' The geography sir said panic stricken. Sweating all over.
'Nothing much.' Trevor replied calmly as he bent down towards the body. 'Please stay ten meters
away from me.'
'Shouldn't we call the police? What the hell are you doing?'
'Called already, and...' Trevor brought out his CCI chief consultant badge card.
A few teachers gasped, but they stepped back.
The siren of police cars partially filled premises.
'Oh here comes the responders or something.' Trevor said joking.
Trevor got up, as the officers started taping the area and eventually forming a core area, moving the crowd away from the scene. Then a few them started a perimeter check and while a few registered all
the vehicles in the premises. While two responding officers were in charge of maintaining the crowd to make sure that no witness fled.
The forensics specialists arrived within a moment's notice. The forensics men instantly started taking in samples and searching the area for any visible fingerprints, packing all the belongings and evidence in plastic bags separately, labeling the bags correctly. And logging and booking them at the station professionally. Professional photographers from the forensics unit started snapping away pictures of every piece of evidence and every angle of the victim. Then after picking all evidence they started dusting for fingerprints.
Since it was the best school in state where all the kids of rich and authorized and famous people attend, the police and the law enforcement seemed a bit to attentive on the case.
The officers in the mean time started interrogating the witnesses by designating a 'safe area' in order
to avoid contaminating evidence, while the CCI started searching the entry for any blood trails or anything out place. A few CCI officers reached the roof and sprayed luminal in every corner. After a few minutes the coroner arrived along with a few medical personals.
'Run a Kastle-Meyer test in the lab to check the clothes for blood traces or faded ones.' One of the forensics specialist said to another.
'Come on I maybe a newbie but I am well informed.' The person replied.
'Not the best day for murder is it?' Max came out of nowhere shielding his eyes from the uprising sun, and with Cassie, Emily and Lionel behind him. Max and the rest along with Trevor made an elite team out of ten in the FBI.
'Don't know but I am feeling dizzy...oh man-' Trevor stopped short as he collapsed to the ground, sweating all over.
He heard screams and shouts as he drifted off...
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