Beside being a well located street where you can find everything you need,Fourth street had two things that two kinds of people would come looking for.If one had a broken heart and was looking for some nice time to take away his agony, you would find the best prostitute in town.If you where so happy and looking for someone to bless,you still find the best beggar in town.
People at Gotham didnt like Marcos because he was blind,they loved the way he played his guiter.One old lady used to say "there are a lot of blind man in Gotham but they is only one who knows how to beg,Marcos the guitarist".Marcos and the detective had one thing in common,rumour tells us of their stories.We are not told of his wife or kids or even where he lives.He plays the guiter in the morning and rest for a while,he continues again in the evening until no one moves in the streets only cat and mouse.He didnt have many friends except for two; his guiter and the prostitute who was now dead.
Marco loved Elizabeth with all his heart.Nobody understood why he played his guiter in the morning and evening,well most probaly it was because of Elizabeth.She said she was lonely and needed company.She couldnt share the same street with onother prostitute.She too found a friend in Marcos,she too had a gift, she sang so well.
Every prostutte envied her not because of her beuty but becase of her voice.No man could resist such sweet words. When she sang old church ladies would weep and say "lord have mercy your lost sheep".Everyone knew about her and most men wanted her.Different kinds of men would come pick her up and drop her off thats all she did in her short life of Elizabeth.
Who killed the prostitute?,why?,when? and how?.The detective went to the body and opened the red cloth that was covering the body. He put on some gloves and looked for every detail he could find.The body had three bullet wounds shot from close range.She died on the spot."Okay" said the detective"the killer must have been in a hurry,and knew the deceased,because shooting once is one thing three times is the other"."Officer" cried the detective "i want you to get me every detail of the clients she was dealing with, friends, enemies and family". "Yes sir", replied the officer.The body was covered again and taken to the motuary.
The place was clearing now and the body taken away.The detective was left with one more task,questioning the beggar.He was the witness and the one who reported the incident . "Atleast we are one step ahead" said one of the officers "we have a witness the blind begger"." In actual fact we are two steps behind, he might have heard everything but he didnt see nothing" says the detective in a calm voice "can somebody please help the beggar into the car ,get him some coffe and take him to the office for questioning.The beggar was carried to the car ,he was still quite and saying nothing.
All the scene investigation were done and it was time to live.Fourth street was quite that day, during the day the beggar played good music while at night Elizabeth gave food to the body.Every men who passed by the scene of the murder would stop for a while and salute as if a great person had died.But for most women they just node their heads and God knows whether they where happy or sad.The detective was already in the car waiting for his driver when an officer knocked on the window and handed him a note written what if i say i cant play anymore? what if i say i cant write anymore? what if i say i cant beg no more would you still love me.And what if i say i killed the prostitue would believe me?
yours truly
humming bird.
to be continued...
Dont forget to read the previous chapter ,chapter 1 the dead prostitute.The thrid chapter will be posted on monday thank you for reading and please dont forget to comment,critisize and put some suggestions.If you know who killed the prostitute please halla.
written by Hawulethu Dube
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