The Classroom

By Jeremy Rudd

In a classic 'who done it' murder mystery novel; the suspense, plots, twist and turns will have you speechless and on the edge of your seat! You'll be solving crimes, finding clues and apart of every twist and turn as this compelling mystery deepens. 

 

How cool would it be to able to solve real cold cases as you read?! A forensic science class takes a deep dive into solving real cold cases throughout the semester and face an abundance of dangerous situations. 

 

On a cool crisp fall night, four forensic science college students are in over they're heads as they close in on solving another cold case murder!

 

An assignment to solve a decade old cold case has  them barking up the wrong tree and they quickly find themselves face to face with the killer!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeremy Rudd
• Release date: May 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201487546

Book preview

Introduction

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

Humpty Dumpty...

The tune died out as soon as she turned her back to the door. The storm outside had picked up heavily, and the heavy rustling sound of the twirling autumn leaves abated her strength to locate the origin of that strange tune. It was a children’s poem, but who was singing it? She thought. Strangely enough, the sound of it seemed like it was an elegy sung by a deep mourner: it was loud and deep, and then slow and fainting, till it died. The blowing curtains were still dancing raucously in the icy air which got stronger every minute. She could feel the cold drilling in her bones, sucking every ounce of energy from them, but still failed to muster up the strength to walk to the door.

A phone rang somewhere near, making the young lady spring in her cold seat. The minute the wild heartbeat pacified, she took up the phone, took deep breaths, and saw a familiar number shining on the phone screen. She could not pick up the phone, because if she did, the unknown intruder outside would definitely listen. The next second, a new and a better thought invaded her mind: she could text at that number so the outsider would not know. As soon as she typed the first word, the tune came waving and dancing into the room again.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

With an unexplainable shock, the lady dropped the phone and sat back, curled into a tight ball. The phone fell with a low, heavy thud, and there was silence again; a pricking silence that was invaded every minute by the whistling wind.

Who is there? Is there anyone outside? Who is it? The frail-framed woman began in a very low voice that only pitched up at the end of her sentence. After no one answered the question, she bit her lip, a little relentlessly, and then bowed down to pick up the phone. At that very moment when her back was curved in a slight convex, the slow creek of the door froze her in that awkward position, and she just suffered to move up her eyeballs.

A single, grey, and silver light relieved to smash its way inside the darkroom from a little slit in the door. The creek grew louder as the rusty iron of the door opened with painful friction, and the moonlight bathed the whole room, blinding her momentarily. She had been locked here for a whole day now, and it was the first time someone entered.

She saw the interior of the room for the first time. With every antique tapestry caked with the green moss and wide, wet cracks running down from every place on the plaster-denuded walls. The room reeked of smoke and weed and rusty water, making her intestines squirm with sick nausea. The chair to which she was tied was also a rickety piece of furniture, that made a frightening creek whenever she shifted uncomfortably in the seat.

Who is there? The lady squinted her eyes to adjust to the light that had just swept away the entire darkness in a single blow. 

It is me. The deep coarse voice replied, making the temperature drop to a few degrees. Still struggling to decipher the face of the stranger, the poor lady tried to move furthest in her chair.

Who is it? She said again, and the intruded inched forward. Not able to guess the face, that was still shadowed by the dark, the lady tried to look around her, and then a slow gasp escaped her mouth. It was some weapon, a very sound one.

Why are you doing this to me? Please leave me alone. A few smoldering tears trickled down her smitten cheeks, and her breath came out in hitches.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

The tune snaked its way down the cold air again, and the lady noticed it was not the person singing the tune. The singing sound came from a different place; it was from the phone maybe. Another painful minute passed by, and the dark person threw something at the lady, making her scream in fear. It was a toy. Looking at it in profound astonishment, the lady was still scrutinizing it when a sharp pain ran from her head, down into her spine, knocking her completely out of her senses.

It was a fatal blow. Staring at the exiting stranger with deep horror and helplessness, the lady groaned in pain. The person left, and the door was about to close on her again. In the fainting moonlight, the poor lady could see a stream of blood snaking its way down from her hand, onto the chair, and then branching on the grubby ground. The door was now closing up on her. As a last try, she tried to pick up the fallen phone but failed. The energy was draining out every moment, and so was her capacity to see and distinguish clearly; the vision was getting blurry, and life was fading away. The door was closed completely, blocking off every ray of silver moonlight.

Chapter One

Sarah, I would like you to repeat what I just explained right now. Sir Johannes looked from beneath his round spectacles, pointing his weary look at Sarah who had no idea about anything which Sir Johannes just explained.

Sir, you were... Sir, you just talked about...umm." Sarah bit her lower lip and abashedly put the little lock of hair behind her ear. Trying her best to retrieve any bit of the hour-long lecture, Sara gave a tiny smile to the professor after her failing memory finally yielded to the tough circumstances. Professor Johannes looked at her with a weird expression that said, ‘I expected no better.’

You always do this, Sarah. I am sure you will be sitting in the same class next year too. The blonde-hair