Nobody saw the early morning raid coming, least of all Thomas Ahern. He looked ahead into vacant space dumbfounded as a Garda informed him of his rights. Detective O’Callaghan had made a special effort to get up during the night, to be there in the early morning. He always like to saver the moment of justice.
It had all boiled down to money. Well. cryptocurrencies in this instance. McMahon’s bank statements showed him what he needed to know. As O’Callaghan watched the youngest Ahern being put in the squad car, he wondered what had driven someone with so much ahead of him to such a heinous act.
Then a tall, heavy set man approached O’Callaghan. He had an appearance of another Ahern and it didn’t taken him long to identify himself as Brian Ahern.
“What did he do now?”
“The murder of Ray McMahon.”
“Ah no Tom, why?”
That was a question O’Callaghan also wanted answered and he got his opportunity later that day to ask it. It was in the interrogation room of the local Garda Station. It was a plain room with blue walls and a table at its centre. To O’Callaghan it was just perfect. He could look the killer straight in the eye.
“We have everything we need Thomas, you are going down. What happened? You are a smart guy, you must have known you had left a trail behind you. Why?”
The pretty lawyer gestured for him not to respond but he ignored her and began to speak through his sobbing .
“It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Marks’s party, that’s where it all started. I was drunk, we all were. I started talking about how easy it was to make money with cryptos. A few days later, Ray rang out of the blue, said he wanted to invest. That he didn’t want to have to work for that Mark fucker till the end of his days. At first, I said no but he insisted.
We were making good profits and he kept on getting in deeper and deeper. Then a few months ago, the coin I had invested everything in collapsed. He couldn’t understand, he threatened to go to the cops or worse kill me. I panicked and went for the only solution I could think of. I knew when he would be out of the house, all I had to do was ask Mark some questions about which was scheduled to be with him. Then, I sneaked into his house while he was on duty and put some arsenic in his breakfast cereal.”
O’Callaghan had heard enough and rolled out of the room. The local cops could finish this off. He had other work to catch up on and other victims that deserved justice.
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