The Death of The Novelist

The computer and the papers on the desk are covered in blood. Lying next to the table is the novelist, dead. His face is unrecognizable because of a shot from the shotgun next to him.

Parrot looks around the room, there wasn’t a lot of furniture here. A TV on a stand, a bed, a table and a few chairs. “A simple man”

Besides from a fridge and a trash can, the room doesn’t have anything else. If he wants to use the bathroom or take a shower, he’ll have to go to the bathroom outside, just a few steps away. There are only 2 doors and they’re both in the front.

One police shows up and reports: ” There’s his index finger’s print on the trigger, sir.”

“The mouse is on the right, his cup’s handle is on the right. This guy is right handed” Parrot murmurs. “Call in Mr. Green , let’s see what he has to say.”

Mr. Green says: “I was walking door to door trying to sell raffle tickets to raise money for the coming community events. When I was still on the street this afternoon, I heard a gunshot. I was hesitated, but finally came in, opened the door but no one was there. Only him lying on the floor covered in blood.”

“Did you see anyone in the room?”

Mr. Green shakes his head.

“Call in Mrs. White, the land lord lady.”

” This is terrible, he never leaves his room unless he needs to take a shower. He even pays me to get food and check his mail for him. He loves to write here because it’s quite, away from people.”

“Did you have any trouble with him at all?” Parrot asks

“He has stayed here for 5 summers, nothing big really happened. Although, I raised the rent 3 months ago, he complained a little but still paid in advance everything.”

As Parrot was walking out to the car, the grass cutter guy showed up. The grass was neatly and freshly trimmed.

“Did you have any troubles with the novelist?”

” I mean, we have some argument 2 weeks ago about my rate. I didn’t want to see him so I just told him to bank me the money. I cut the grass here this morning, but when I left, I still heard the typing sound inside.”

Parrots got in the car to go back to the station.

“There is something that bugs me, this can’t be a suicide” Parrot talk to himself, “Ahh, that’s what it is”

“Hey, turn the car around”

What detail makes Parrot know that this is a murder?

The answer is on the next page, but take a minute to solve it yourself. Are you up for the challenge?