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A WhodunIt Mystery
On a rainy Thursday morning, Mrs. O’ Brian was found dead in her one-bedroom apartment in the inner-city of St. Louis by her caretaker and the apartment complex manager. According to their statements, Mrs. O’Brian didn’t come to the door as usual when Flora, her caretaker knocked. Worried, she asked the manager to open the door, and they’ve found the old lady in the kitchen, dead, and the apartment ransacked.
Homicide Detective Chance was assigned to the case. According to the coroner’s report, Mrs. O'Brian died sometime between eight and midnight the night before. The cause of death was asphyxiation as the result of someone holding a soft, thick material to her face until she stopped breathing. Although she had some bruising on her arms as if she tried to fight off the attacker, the coroner didn’t find any evidence under her fingernails.
By Friday, Detective Chance found out that Mrs. O’ Brian had lived there for many years, had a moderate income, and she was a lady of routine. She rose every morning at six AM. After bathing and dressing, she ate her breakfast of a bowl of cereal while she watched the morning local news on the small TV that sat on top of the kitchen table. On Mondays and Thursdays from eight AM until noon, Flora, her caregiver, came to help her with cleaning, laundry, and cooking. On Tuesday mornings, Mrs. O’Brian ordered a taxi and went to buy groceries at a small family-owned store, the Kroger’s, five blocks south of her apartment building.
Detective Chance visited the store and finding the owner asked if he knows Mr. O’Brian. “Of course, she’s been shopping here every week for years. A loyal customer, she was just here Tuesday. I hope she knows that she had won the jackpot,” the owner of the store told the detective, smiling. But his expression turned sad when the detective told him that she was murdered. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” he cried out. “She was such a sweet person.”
“How did you know she won the lottery?” the detective inquired.
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