Chapter 50: Track down (2)
At that moment, other officers inspecting the scene recognized us.
“Mr. Moore! Glad you’re here!”
Normally, iam Moore would have responded, but today he was unusually quiet. As he stood motionless, I reluctantly took charge, examining the crime scene. It felt as if our roles had reversed, like I was the detective and he the assistant. With that thought, I began surveying the blood-splattered classroom.
Blood had even sprayed up to the ceiling. Burnt matchsticks were scattered everywhere. Had they tried to light the darkness? I couldn’t tell.
Bloodstains began at the wall. Droplets trailed down, spreading like the prongs of a crown. I guessed that the blood had first been shed there and then moved towards the center. The amount of blood increased exponentially.
My eyes followed the blood trail. Based on the blood spatter analysis Liam had taught me, there should have been more stains where I was standing. But there were none. This meant… the blood had been blocked and then burst forth again. The culprit must have been drenched in blood too. The blood spatter was everywhere except for where it had been obstructed.
There was only one way such bloodstains could be created: an attack from the front.
There were no windows. Only one entrance. When the dead man was found, something had been blocking the door, making it difficult to open. The accompanying officer said it was a drawer, which had been pushed to the corner.
“Looks like he barricaded himself in,” I said to the person next to me.