Fanon:The Case of the Gunshot Wounds

The Case of the Gunshot Wounds is a Mystery fan-fiction created by DanPin. This fan-fiction should be read in companion with this article.

Characters
Jake Gannon - The protagonist of this story. He is one of the best Private Investigators in Bridgeport.

Matthew Hamming - Jake's husband. His and Jake's marriage is by a thread.

Charlie Colebank - Jake's maternal grandfather, who raised him when he was a teen.

Evelyn Granville - A Forensic Analyst from the Bridgeport Police Department.

Renee Littler - A murder victim and one of Jake's childhood friends.

Reuben Littler - Renee's husband and one of her murder's suspects.

Odine Perry - Reuben's mistress and one of Renee's murder's suspects.

Chapter 1
The sun was setting in Bridgeport and Jake Gannon was ready to read the book he was dying to read, "On the Margins", when his phone rang. He answered it.

"Hello?" said Jake.

"Good evening. I wanted to request your services." answered the person. That voice was familliar to Jake. It was...

"Grandpa Charlie? Long time no see, Gramps!" he answered, excited. Then he continued: "So... what is the matter? Why do you need my services?"

"Oh, I can't tell that over the phone. Please, meet me at the Overlook Point Subway Station."

"Certainly." Jake hung up and rushed down the street.

Chapter 2
Jake arrived at the Subway station. There were many police cars and a lot of police tape surrounding the area. Jake showed his badge to an officer, who let him in. Charlie was talking to another officer, who was taking notes of what he said.

"Grandpa. What happened?" asked Jake.

"What do you think? Look around you!"

Jake observed his surroundings. There were some blood stains on the ground, an ambulance and a corpse near the station exit.

"So... Someone was murdered. Do you know the victim?" said Jake.

"Yes, and you do too. That woman on the ground... She is your friend."

Jake got near the corpse. It was covered in a blanket. Standing there was a paramedic who was writing something in his clipboard. He lifted a corner of the blanket. He saw a pair of feet. Wrong end. He walked towards the victim's head. He lifted the blanket and couldn't believe in his eyes. Renee Littler, his childhood best friend, was dead.

Chapter 3
Jake Gannon was shocked. Renee had three holes in her chest. Those holes were gunshot wounds. He then grabbed her wrist and saw her pulse. She was dead indeed. He then told to the paramedic to send the body to the Public Services Office's laboratory.

Jake picked up his mobile phone. He dialed a number.

"Mr. Littler? Good evening, I am Jake Gannon, from the Investigation Section of the Bridgeport Police Department. I have some bad news for you. Your wife, Renee Littler... is dead."

"No! My beloved Renee! No! Why did this happened?" cried the voice in the other side of the line.

"Mr. Littler, I know this may be hard on you, but I am doing what I can to solve this case. Okay?"

"Ok, Mr. Gannon. But let me know when you find who killed my Renee." asked Reuben Littler.

"I will. Stay well." replied Jake. He then hung up. He also called home.

"Hello?" said a voice.

"Matt, I had to check on a crime scene. I will be home in time for dinner. Okay, honey?" answered Jake.

"Alright, sweetie." Matthew then hung up.

Jake filled some forms and then headed home.

Chapter 4
"Honey, I'm home!" said Jake.

"Hi, darling!" replied Matthew. "Oh, I forgot to tell you... Look at what I bought!"

Matthew grabbed Jake's arm and brought him to the downstairs living room. There was an abstract sculpture made of white stone, with sharp ends.

"So..." continued Matthew. "Do you like it?"

"I'm not sure. Remember that talk we had last week?" replied Jake.

Matt's mind went back seven days, to that Thursday night in which he and his husband had an important conversation.


 * "Honey, we've been married for eight months. I think our relationship is ready to go to the next level." said Jake.


 * "The next level? Are you talking about..." replied Matthew, terrified.


 * "You got it! CHILDREN!"


 * Matthew got even more scared. "Are you crazy? I don't want any kids! All I want is you."


 * "But I want a child. Someone you can hold in your arms and teach how to live..."


 * "Well, I'm not ready yet." Matthew stormed out of the room.

"What I'm saying is that if we get a child, this sculpture isn't appropriate." continued Jake.

"But can we have it, at least until we're ready?" asked Matthew.

"Okay, then." answered Jake. "It's getting late. We should probably get some sleep."

Chapter 5
A new day had arrived and Jake was in the Public Services Office's laboratory. Jake was examining Renee Littler's dead body. He was paying a lot of attention to her gunshot wounds. He then got a measuring instrument.

"This looks like she was killed using a 9 mm." thought Jake. "A 9 x 19 Parabellum. This recalls some field work."

Jake left the building and rushed to the Landgraab Marine Science Facility. He knew there was an exibit about Ballistics and that some of the best Forensic Analysts in SimNation would be there. He entered the building and quickly found the exibit and the analysts. Unfortunately, all left before he got a chance to talk to one. Fortunately, a woman in a lab coat entered the building. She had a Bridgeport Police Department badge. Jake approached her.

"Good morning, I am Jake Gannon, from the Investigation Section of the Bridgeport Police Department." He showed her his badge. "I need your assistance on a case."

"Hello, my name is Evelyn Anne Granville from the Forensics Section of the Bridgeport Police Department. I am very surprised that you, a Private Investigator, need assistance on a case." said the analyst.

"I never saw you in the office."

"I am relatively new in here. I just graduated from La Fiesta Tech."

"Really?"

"Yes, Summa cum Laude. Anyways, what do you need my assistance for?"

Chapter 6
Back at the Public Services Office's lab, Jake was telling Evelyn, a young, African-Sim in her mid-twenties, the things he knew about the case.

"Well, according to my Ballistics class and the Ballistics Department in here, these bullets were fired from a Glock 19. Can you see the pattern here, Mr. Gannon?" said Evelyn.

"Yes. And please, call me Jake. Good job, Miss Granville."

"Thank you. And I prefer to be called Evelyn. 'Miss Granville' makes me look like an old lady!" Evelyn laughed. Then she continued: "So, there are also some minor wounds in her wrists, which indicates a struggle. I also realized that she had WooHoo in the same day."

"Alright. Does she have any SimFluid in her underwear?"

"Yes. I can test it for DNA. I will finish examining her body and I will get her some X-rays."

"Okay. I will search the database for who owns a Glock 19." said Jake. He then left the building.

Chapter 7
Jake rushed into the lab. Evelyn was looking at some X-rays.

"Evelyn! You aren't going to believe in what I found out!" shouted Jake.

"I have to say the same thing. You go first." replied Evelyn.

"The victim's husband, Reuben Littler, owns a Glock 19!"

"Your thing is better. I also read in a magazine that he proposed to Odine Perry yesterday."

"Yesterday? Wow, news reach the tabloids in a jiffy."

"And... Isn't it odd that a mourning husband moved on too fast and proposed to another woman the day after his wife died?" asked Evelyn.

"Yeah... Kind of. Anyways, what did you find out?"

"I am still examining the X-rays. If I find out anything, I'll call you. And regarding to the SimFluid in the victim's underwear... She had WooHoo with two different men."

"I see. I am going to interrogate her husband. I'll see you later."

Chapter 8
"Mr. Littler!" said Jake as he rang the doorbell in the Littler family home. "Open up!"

Then, a female voice came from the gate's interphone. "Who is it?"

"I am Jake Gannon, from the Bridgeport Police Department. I am currently in charge of an investigation regarding Renee Littler's murder."

"I'll open the gate. My name is Odine Perry, the nanny."

Inside the Littler house, Jake was sitting on an armchair, holding a notepad. Reuben Littler ad Odine Perry were sitting on the couch next to him.

"I just want to ask a few questions about the day in which Renee was killed" said Jake. "Mr. Littler, did you have WooHoo with your wife?"

"Hmm. Yes, Mr. Gannon, I did. We had a huge fight the day before, when she caught me sneaking to Odine's room in the middle of the night. A few hours later the fight, we had a talk and then had reconcilliation WooHoo."

"Okay, then. So, you and Miss Perry are having an affair, right?"

"Were. We were having an affair. We are now engaged!" said Odine, showing Jake her engagement ring. It had a huge diamond.

"Mr. Littler, were you aware of a possible affair on your wife's behalf?"

"Yes. She told me she had an affair with two men. One was called James. I don't remember the other one."

"Also, the bullets that killed your wife were shot using a Glock 19. My sources tell me that you own one, Mr. Littler."

"Yes, I own. But I lost it last week. You can check my house. There isn't a gun in here."

"Hmm... I may check your house indeed."

Chapter 9
Three days after the murder, Jake entered the laboratory. He was wearing a lab coat.

"Hi, Evelyn. Did you find out anything?"

"Yes. When you and half of the Bridgeport Subsidiary of the SFBI checked the Littler home yesterday, I discovered an amazing thing. Remember the packet of bullets you found?"

"Yes. Four were missing."

"They are from a special edition. Only 100 boxes of these were made, with a different (but similar) pattern in the bullet. Renee's wounds have traces of this pattern."

"Also, I discovered that the 'Abandoned' warehouse has some storage units - possibly used by criminals to aid the infamous task of hiding evidence."

"I see. Jake, you should check the crime scene. Renee's body has three wounds. Maybe the killer missed a shot."

"I will. Evelyn, would you please monitor Reuben's banking account and check his history?"

Chapter 10
The sun was setting as Jake crossed the Bridgeport Bridge. He arrived at the subway station. The transportation system was closed until the investigations were finished. The station was still surrounded of police tape. He grabbed his magnifying glass.

"Hmm..." he thought. "There are no gun-made holes in the ground. Oh... What's this? A hole in a tree?"

Jake approached the tree.

"Awesome. This tree is tough enough and the bullet stayed in here." He then got a pair of tweezers and took the bullet out. "Crap. No fingerprints. I'll ask Evelyn to analyse this."

Meanwhile, Evelyn was checking Reuben's banking account. There wasn't a trace of rental history. She then thought of someone else. And she typed on her computer... Bingo. A transaction made for the Abandoned warehouse. She picked up her phone and called Jake.