soulmate- The Investigation

Frantic in his eyes, heart beating like a drum, slipping of the coffee cup from clammy hands, he sipped from the teacup, shattered the porcelain upon the kitchen floor.

Shaking and trembling inside, ding dong ...ding dong ...ding dong, Francis made his way to the front door, wiping his face off with a handkerchief.

Opening of the front door there stood, sergeant FitzGerald an officer Noble, as they made their way in, observing Mrs.Wallington, Gene's body lying not too far from the front door entrance.