No blood. No signs of a struggle
No witnesses of the event
A true puzzle
A decorated police officer
With most of his bust behind bars
Those who weren't never
Took their crimes this far
His wife was away from home
Out on a night on the town
Claim she got home late
Their oldest son never heard a sound
No health issues to speak of
So what was the cause of death?
No foreign fingerprints
And no signs of a theft
Upon investigation it was discovered
His life was insured for 100 g's
And his wife happens to be
The sole beneficiary
He had been promoted to captain
Just earlier in the week
Over a known corrupt cop
His rival, who in anger did speak
He was estranged from his father
Whom he would often still fight
For not choosing the family business
As his own way of life
The wife said she knew nothing
of the insurance policy
And that the claims adjuster
Had just called this morning
The other office had an alibi
And indeed it was air tight
He was responding to a 187
Following a gang fight
The father refused to talk
He had nothing to say of his dead son
Except that he regretted
The once happy conception
After searching the house again
For any clue previously missed
No new evidence found
It seems there was nothing amiss
Suddenly a scream from the study
Loud and heart breakingly shrill
The wife stands there crying and shaking
In one hand she held the pills
In the other she held the letter
And it said:
"If you're reading this,
I'm already dead..."
No witnesses of the event
A true puzzle
A decorated police officer
With most of his bust behind bars
Those who weren't never
Took their crimes this far
His wife was away from home
Out on a night on the town
Claim she got home late
Their oldest son never heard a sound
No health issues to speak of
So what was the cause of death?
No foreign fingerprints
And no signs of a theft
Upon investigation it was discovered
His life was insured for 100 g's
And his wife happens to be
The sole beneficiary
He had been promoted to captain
Just earlier in the week
Over a known corrupt cop
His rival, who in anger did speak
He was estranged from his father
Whom he would often still fight
For not choosing the family business
As his own way of life
The wife said she knew nothing
of the insurance policy
And that the claims adjuster
Had just called this morning
The other office had an alibi
And indeed it was air tight
He was responding to a 187
Following a gang fight
The father refused to talk
He had nothing to say of his dead son
Except that he regretted
The once happy conception
After searching the house again
For any clue previously missed
No new evidence found
It seems there was nothing amiss
Suddenly a scream from the study
Loud and heart breakingly shrill
The wife stands there crying and shaking
In one hand she held the pills
In the other she held the letter
And it said:
"If you're reading this,
I'm already dead..."
