Riddle 19

"Good game."
I smiled and shook the old Medical Examiner's hand, making sure not to hit the chess pieces on the board in between us. I was given congratulations and a smile, curtsey of the old man and my Watson. Nazo was busy feigning boredom on his face. Clap. Clap. I turned my head to the recently emitted clapping sound. There stood the Chief and his underling, the deputy.
"I must say that I've never met a man who had beaten our M.E. in chess. I myself have never come close."
"Thank you. And in turn I must say that I didn't think that you would take so long for a case that your staff had already claimed to be solved."
"Just trying to be through, but thankfully I had my trusted deputy to do all the dirty work before hand."
"I don't think that he will be referred to as such in the near future?" I muttered under my breath.
"What was that?"
I cleared my throat as if to suddenly gain importance.
"The case isn't solved sir. Not even close."
"Why would you say that?"
"Before I explain everything, I would like you to round up a few people."
"Who?"
"Andrew Killmeyer, Laura Howard, and finally Ms. Sara Troy."
"Alright, but this better be good."
"I assure you that it will."
I turned back towards the M.E. and asked.
"Up for an easier challenge?"
"It's good to know that I can still win at this game." said the M.E..
Cheri hung her head in shame.
"Now now, there will be none of that as there is no shame in losing. Besides, you were a worthy opponent."
Nazo and I congratulated her on her commendable sportsmanship, and I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from uttering words that would most likely get my head on a pike by dawn tomorrow. As if sensing this, my partner delivered well textbook Muay Thai elbow jab to my stomach, therefore knocking the wind out of me.
"Your not one to talk."
"Noted..." That was all I could saying with whatever remaining air was in my lungs.
The bells on the front door signaled the arrival of my requested humans, followed closely by Mr. McHale. They all were forced to sit down at the same table, as it made for easier interrogation.
"Alright Noah, the people you requested are here. Impress me."
"And I shall sir."
I turned to face everyone, but especially the trio of my request.
"The game of chess can never start without all the pieces present. So now I will begin what will be a perfect game, amusing those who wished to be amused.
I walked over to right in front of the table, looking solely at them.
"You would think that a man committing suicide would leave a suicide note right?"
Two yes's arose from the elders of the trio, while the youngest, Sara, just sniffled.
"Then why didn't Robin have one?" No one responded to my rhetorical question. I sighed in response to their lack of response. After my sigh I moved over to the cash register and started fiddling with it.
"Two months and a few days ago, the now deceased Robin pulled me aside. He told me this ' Noah, I don't plan on dying. But if for some reason I do happen to pass away, I left my will and testament underneath the most bountiful place in the store. If your not yet 18 when this happens, then give it to Sara, if you are, then its all yours.'"
I finished my fiddling with the cash register and lifted it up enough for me to reach underneath it. I pulled a cobweb covered letter from out under it. I brushed the debris off then handed it to Sara.
"Ms. Troy, would you do the honors?"
She gulped and nodded simultaneously. Her hand trembled as she reached for the letter, as if it were her only lifeline. My fellow former employee slowly opened it and gasped.
"T-this is his handwriting..."
"Go on."
Sara then began to read the life changing bill aloud.
Dear Sara and or Noah.
If you are not one of those people, please either A) put it back where you found it, or B) give it to one of the said people, as it is not polite to read another persons mail.
Hello Sara and or Noah, as by now the person reading this must be one of you two.
I can only presume that if you are seeing these words, then I am most likely dead. If not, please give it back, it would ruin the whole sense of … whatever a will is supposed to fell like...
Still reading? Then I have passed away.
I wish no tears unto you, as my life was a happy one, filled with joy. That is why, even with the present circumstances, I will not go into any protection program. I love the store I have spent countless years building up to much to see it disappear. And I guess I would miss you two as well.
The reason I was spurred to write this will happened to occur when I was visiting a friend who owned a store downtown. I was leaving out the backdoor for some silly reason when I caught ear of some revealing words about a nearby financial institution. Upon realizing what they were saying, I reported it to the media. Then I backed away, with no intention of getting myself further involved in what I saw.
But back to the will. As I told Noah, you, Sara Troy shall inherit everything I own. The catch? Once Noah turns 18 he gets everything I own, so try not to scratch anything will you?
I know I don't have much, but do with it what you will.
Signed Robin Gordon
Tears were falling freely from the current heir to Robins Bakery. I put my arm around her as a sign of comfort, and when I did so I was surprised by the lack of chill down my spine. Sara though, was not content with my generous gesture, as she, for lack a better word or phrase, tackle-hugged me, burying her tear cover face into my chest. I was almost relieved when I felt the death glare via Cheri, as it assured me the world wasn't ending.
We stayed like that for a while, before I determined that she had enough 'Noah Time', and disentangled ourselves. I moved over to my standing position, only this time I had a certain will and testament with me. I cleared my throat, in order to regain what lost professional appearance I once had, which earned a chuckle from an easily amused Probi.
"I was always happy with my life... That doesn't sound like a very depressed person now does it Chief?"
"No Noah, it certainly doesn't." He spoke with a dark tone in his voice. I smiled a I begun to nail to the first nail into the killers coffin.
"In fact, I believe it's perfectly natural for to say that someone in this room killed Robin."