The Murder Case Solved

The Murder Case Solved

The location starts from Dorset street in Dublin not far from the famous Meyes pub and the hotel where the armchair detective stayed for 14 days only for solving the murder mistery. The woman, who was accidentally born in the murder club. The location noted on Ulysis and not far from the hotel. She died at the edge of the bridge to the south. The bridge connects to a small sandy island and it had the curved pathway. The woman died facing the island and on the exactly at the midde focal point on the bridge. How come? The woman's death was suicide by drinking the large dose of the chrorophile like the old fashioned movie of the kidnapping drug. And it was the accidental drop of the K.J. innitinal sawed handkarchief not to be dropped but left one at the corner of the bridge bar and another to be found on her own hand but it was stolen by someone else. A young transcient stole one with K.J. initnial on it in the early morning of her death. He sniffed the note and thought of a good scent and mistook it as a banknote. There was the only one with the hand written message on it was the stolen one. It had this "Help me!" drawn with the red lipstick marker. And it was eventually washed away to the shore as a noticiable suicide note. But it was rather the woman the transicent love and gave her to get some moeny in return from the small gifut at the run down bar not far from the Dublin river line. But only returned was the pink painted woman's lip with the red lipstick drawn image and the hand written message. "Here, give it back to the lady!" The woman disapeaered with an escorter to the counter. So, the man lost appetite to be there and he threw away the handcartief to the river and it eventually returend back to the sandy shore again. thus, no one knew how far the girl was kidnapped with so many of the K.J. clinex alike hankerchief she held. She had this A.J. once. There was a garbage collector from Dublin found one with similar white handkarchief with A.J. logo on it in a red color. Meanwhile, the dead womans' was in green color K.J. And the woman later found as Catherine Baker. And the question was how far the woman had this strange K.J. typed letter stiched handcarchiefs. There were some sawing kits making the same letter types? The detectives questioned and they found the automatic drawing letters and icons type sawing machines. Perhaps, she was from such a working background. First, she was thought as the securetary type woman. And she was found as the one of the famous bank millionaire's daugher livng not far from her birth place across the street and the famous church to the east. She was a professor of the literature and poetrogy, the term she invented to explain the psychology and spritual essense behind of the scene. The scent and the smell of the wind goes together with the wood and floating petals and its smells. Thus, the girl was a geneous of some literature funs. But the department chair hated her. She had no friends but a black and white photo taker and an old fasioned boy. He could be hired to the model business one day but he worked as the photo assistant at one of Dublin's smallest photo studio and she knew him as spending more time for mopping around the show cases and windows. The woman was hated as drinking a bit more from the usual female way. She often loitered around in the IFI lanes and drunk so many times in front of other men. The collegues hated her a lot after seeing her late to her old school trip back home to her own city campus job in Drumcondra area and accidentally found her sleeping body in one of the Temple Bar district pubs. There were much more to talk about her habits such as drinking ramen like a female monster by spreading so many soy sauces around on the table to make others feel yuck to share the table with her or eating the Chinese food at Changs or Chengs buffets like the Chinese old fashioned way; it meant making so much swallowing noises and supping noises. And what went wrong was the old school master transfered from the United States. She was fired.

It was so much pain killed her. After the last assignment to her own body shouting shaped "I love.." with a white erasor ink after a pink marker on her right weighst as the image on her if a boyfriend could give her the last sentimental moment. And she saw 100 handkirchief with the intention of love not hate type initial, "Kill James" attached as the nickname and she backordred at one of the print shop. "Ma'am if its 500, we make it only 3.99 each." The young pal was making the sales practice while he was adding some more letters on her hand writting pen and paper for the price consumption. "Well, if it's 7 letters..." She miscalculated and the shoppy shouted, "Yucky!" "Kill James" was written on her notebook. "Aa...ah. It' Kill Jameson with this Melony." The woman wanted to explain as the joke and the slogan maker for the next few semesters. She wanted to explain that was the joke for her old friend with the knife on the... river bet with the handkirchief on it. "Oh, no.. it's bad. She is a famous teacher." The clerk got a backcall on the phone. And she wanted to check some nice albums of some sort to switch her mind a bit while the handkirchief calculation is ready. She felt "Kill James" logo handkirchief is not a well left trip maker to the river bed at her death site. In her mental image with a wonderful old fashioned wooden harp, a dropping point is not a "Kill James" logo white unused handkirchief. A Jameson? Maybe. The man contacted was worried about the sudden death trap maker for the customers with the world famous fake initials and bad Gunniers logo type. One of the teachers solved this mystery by tracking down her wearabout of the time of her death to the week before as she slept with him as the noise in the school. So, he wanted to find another Jamese Ripton as the cause. James Rippleton, stripped down, the old professor town down. That was the slogan these days, the young boy mentioned to the clerk drinking coffee while checking the backorder online.