Deceased Victim: Adrian Anderson
Suspected Culprits: Pierre Anderson and Kathy Anderson
Lying in damp stillness, he was rusty. The famous Ironman turned into an iron man, heavy as a brick and initiating a blow of analyses. He is now safe below surface at the side of his parents but his relatives and coworkers are still breathing the air of potential murderers. His heart thumped exponentially less as the complex poison in his simple drink was twirling in his stomach at the final kilometers.
The close-knit duo, Kathy and Pierre, are the knives to Adrian’s final wound.
As standard Vancouverites, the married tax attorney and her husband resided in their home, watching the sputtering rain. The wet “you deserve it” hallmark left on the corpse was not a classic runner’s habit but a heinous act.
Pierre’s initiative to spit on his deceased brother’s face during the race may have been influenced by the expectorating clouds and the siblings’ evident brooding rivalry. Alternating Ironman winner’s bragging rights, the relationship between them was distant. “Pierre struggled to immediately find positive things to say about Adrian” suggested that his animosity was hidden through his limbic system’s failure to pretend compassion towards his brother.
The fight to be the best son had finally ended.
And it ended as a result of a stockpiled prescription.
Pierre didn’t want to use amphetamines to give his brother a gentle hallucination of dolphin petting; instead, he wanted his brother to die with a mighty rash and a cardiovascular collapse.
Healthy in a minor form, Adrian’s positive “cheering-on” narcissism resulted in a solitary gong-show because of the potent “King of Poisons”skillfully mixed in with his race water. The drug was added to the beverage at “Get Juiced” by Kathy based on the fingerprint evidence analysis. She guided her oblivious son to complete the elixir for Adrian and eventually, transported her son to the race to hand over the lethal concoction.
Kathy is a nihilistic woman.
“I know your secret. You’re not getting away with this, so you better…”
This threat – sent by an unrestricted number – was found by the IT department. To know Adrian’s dirty secret, the “unknown” sender had to be close to him. This hollering hatred was sent “anonymously” by the hostile and shrewd Kathy. She is a lawyer that had united with her dear husband to help him win the race.
So why is the teenager not part of the act?
Ethan was a young employee with no ability to obtain a concentrated dose of any drug. Worshiping Adrian, he had no reason to murder him as an employee. Based on the messages found by the IT department, Ethan invited his idol for the suspicious coffee; however, chatting about affairs is a norm for co-workers.
There is one person who handled the “arsenic-poisoned” coffee.
And that is Wilson. So did he do it?
Wilson is a kindhearted, chair-selling Canadian. He would be the guy that volunteers at local schools, belt the national anthem every morning and pay for your steamy morning wake-up drink as he is an all-around compassionate person. This is proven in his biography. Some may argue that his traits resemble those of a psychopath but he has no clear motive to kill Adrian. He cares about people, his career and people in his career. “Then why were his filthy fingerprints on the gloves near the coffee pot?”, you may ask as you skim the evidence to find holes in our theory. Adrian didn’t drink the coffee. That’s right; there’s absolutely no evidence that he actually sipped the diluted white-powder. Even if he swallowed the venom, the symptoms of its overdose do not add up. Arsenic does not cause hallucinations or myocardial infarctions, it just causes diarrhea and other horribly gross ways to die. Furthermore, Arsenic is a substance that occurs naturally in groundwater, food and dirt so it may have ended up in the coffee.
The coffee pot’s location was never specified. The pot may have been in a shared communal and corporate room where Wilson worked and Ethan and Adrian (potentially) met. The pot was hot so Wilson used an unspecified type of glove to handle it.
The rest of the suspects were either an ex-girlfriend blatantly battling over a hard break-up (Ivy), a loving yogi sister (Aimee) or money grubbers (Kevin and Omid). There is no evidence that they touched poisonous objects or had any classified interactions with the people who did.
Now that we’ve convicted the couple with murder, let the forensic game begin! May the odds be ever in our favour.
Detectives: Tony Cheng, Nicole Rzhemovskiy and Harnoor Gill