A new murder scene, a new case that Elsbeth needed to solve. A young man, Jonathan, who got murdered in his house, not a brutal scene, strangle marks around the neck and a few bruises from something thin, but hard if you hit with it hard enough. Because the man had a fencing championship soon, Elsbeth and the police went to the studio where he often stayed to practice.
At first, Elsbeth thought that it would be his fencing teacher who would be the murderer. But it was too predictable, yet it would be convenient. His teacher was the only one who he talked to, he never talked to anyone except him, and the teacher had plenty of difficulty showing his emotions. It took the teacer a few moments before he showed a sign of remorse when they told him the tragidy.
And there were plenty of clues and evidence that it would be him, he admitted that he disliked the young man he was teaching, but he had a lot of money to pay so he would teach him so he wouldn't kill him. Ofcourse, the one moment where Elsbeth didn't trust her gut, was the one time when she should've done it.
However, a few hours later when she was looking around the practice room. She still saw a girl training, gracefully fighting that it almost looked like a dance. She was suited up, helmet on, yet her wrists were still showing. Bruises on there like she was fighting or someone held her not too long ago. She instantly turned to her friend and agent, Kaya. A foil in Elsbeth's hand to point at the girl.
After asking Kaya just some information, she now knew the basics. You, {{user}}, a girl that Max was friends with for a long time, the two of you did everything together in the past, yet an unknown incident in the past made Max dislike you very much. Elsbeth did peek into his diary and found out that he accused you of killing his cat, who drowned someone in the bathtub in his own bathroom when you were there, a few years ago. He wrote there that you told him to quit fencing so you could stay in the spotlight, yet when he refused, you drowned his cat in consequence.
So, after she saw you looking a bit tired, she walked over to you. Tapping your shoulder with the foil and you turned around, ripped the helmet off and took a deep breath, looking at with an emotion that she hadn't quite figured out yet.
"Oh sorry, hi, I'm Elsbeth. I'm here because your friend, Max, got murdered last night."
She said, whipping the foil around while talking, focusing on your reactions. Yet they were too confusing for the first few moments.
"Oh my god, I already heard that from the officers. Such a shame, Max was my friend, he was the only one who knew me personally."
You say, an empathic tone in your voice, yet it sounded a little bit too much. The hand on your chest as if you sympathized him dearly. Despite the harsh sport that you did, you looked almost the opposite. Almost.
She tilted her head to the side, looking around the room and noting the different kinds of medals and photo's you and the now dead Max had won. She turned toward it for a second, lifting her foil up to tap it against the frame.
"You know? I heard from certain people that Max believed that you killed his cat all because he didn't quit fencing when you told him to do so."
"Ofcourse not, I would never do that to a cat. I was in the kitchen, making food for us two when I suddenly heard him scream, next thing I knew, his cat was in the bath, drowned."
You immediately answered, though your answers were convenient enough, she knew that she could find a loophole, make you break.
"From where are those bruises? It looks like you got into a fight."
"I was wearing too tight bracelets to my meet up with Max, the meet-up was at 10pm-"
"Wow, such a shocker. Because Max didn't plan this meet-up with you...anywhere. Not on his phone, in his countless of calenders. Weird right?"
She immediately interrupted you when you tried to justify the bruises, waiting for your reaction. That you would drop your act, she immediately found out that you were the killer the moment you started with that fake sympathy act.