Chapter 2

Hidden Recordings

The sun had scarcely risen when Detective Vanilla Lawson got back to the Bennett home. The chateau, presently washed in the pale morning light, held a greater number of mysteries than she could comprehend. She had gone through a restless evening mulling over the riddle encompassing Dr Richard Bennett's passing.

Inside, the scientific team was fastidiously reporting proof. Vanilla, her eyes still weighty from weariness, felt a tangible strain all around.

Official Johnson moved toward her. "Detective, we have the underlying post-mortem report. It affirms that Dr. Bennett kicked the bucket from a hit to the head, probably brought about by the fall."

Vanilla gestured, her psyche hustling. "Keep me refreshed. Also, ensure the girl, Lucy, remains nearby. I need to talk with her once more."

As Vanilla went into the lounge, she saw Lucy sitting on a rich seat, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. She turned upward as Vanilla drew nearer.

"Lucy, I really want to ask you a few additional inquiries," Vanilla started delicately. "Did your dad have any adversaries or any individual who should hurt him?"

Lucy shook her head, her voice shaking. "No, he was a researcher. He invested all his energy in his lab, chipping away at his research. He didn't have adversaries."

Vanilla squeezed further. "Could you at any point consider any individual who could have had some significant awareness of his work, somebody who should take it or use it for their own benefit?"

Lucy wavered her look far off. "All things considered, he had a partner, Dr. Lawrence. They were companions, however, they had a run-in as of late. However, I don't have a clue about the subtleties."

Vanilla gave careful consideration of Dr. Lawrence's name. It very well may be a lead worth seeking after.

All of a sudden, Official Johnson drew closer, holding a plastic-proof pack. "Detective, we tracked down this taken cover behind certain books on the rack." He gave her the sound recorder she had found the prior night.

Vanilla's heart revived. She realized this could be a critical piece of proof. She checked Lucy out. "Did your dad at any point utilize a gadget like this to record anything?"

Lucy frowned in thought. "I don't know. He was continuously fiddling with contraptions for his tests, yet I had hardly any familiarity with this one."

Vanilla chose to pay attention to the recording later, not having any desire to do so before Lucy. "Much obliged to you, Lucy. We'll make a valiant effort to figure out what has been going on with your dad."

As Vanilla left, she really wanted to ponder the recording. What mysteries could it hold? Furthermore, what had caused the break between Dr. Bennett and Dr. Lawrence?

Back at the area, she put the recorder right in front of her, her hands shudder with expectation. She squeezed play,

and a voice occupied the room — an earnest, quiet discussion between two individuals.

"Richard, you should watch out. What you've found, it's greater than you can envision."

Vanilla stressed to hear the other voice, which was mutilated and scarcely discernible.

"I know, however, I can't withdraw now. This investigation could make a huge difference."

The recording finished unexpectedly, leaving Vanilla with additional inquiries than addresses. It appeared to be that Dr. Bennett had been engaged with something undeniably surprisingly critical.

As she considered the ramifications of the recording, a thump in her office entryway surprised her. It was Agent Michael Stevens, the government employee allocated to the case.

"Detective Lawson, I believe it's time we collaborate," he said, his demeanour unintelligible. "There's something else to this case besides what might be expected."