
Day 2
Melburnians gathered once again at Federation Square, shocked and appalled at the horror the last 24-hours had brought. A valuable member of the town had been murdered, and it seemed no-one was any closer to catching the Overcoat Gang.
Everyone in the crowd chatted amongst themselves, testing the names of different people, trying to gauge the reactions of those around them. Suddenly a man loudly whistled to get everyoneโs attention. They all turned towards the one who had whistled with some recognising him as Aiden. โI know for a fact Clair is married to Chopper himself!โ he shouted. Gasps and grunts were heard throughout. They all wondered whether it could be true, whether they could trust him. But mainly they wondered how did he know?
Clair, not bothered by the claim, rebutted in a clear voice. โYou are a fool. But if I must be punished for the greater good of the town, so be it!โ.
The crowd stared at the two of them, looking from Aiden to Clair and back again, unsure what to do.
Discussion continued. The murmurs turning into more of a roar, louder and louder, growing more frantic as time passed. Suddenly someone pushed Aiden to the front of the crowd. โExplain yourselfโ they shouted. Aiden sighed and tore off the beard and mustache that were glued to his face. โIt is I, Detective Bob Coad, and I have run a background check on Clair. She is guilty!โ. The crowd rushed at Clair, angry for justice, she let them restrain her.
Just as they were starting to march Clair down to City Hall, someone asked the man what his report had said exactly. โShe is an ex-conโ he said matter-of-factly. Everyone stopped in their tracks, confused before almost as one they all began shouting, “Weโre all ex-cons!โ Perhaps this man was a liar? Perhaps he was a member of the notorious gang!
He fumbled for his badge and held it up in the air. โI am a detective, you canโt lynch me.” But no-one was taking his claims seriously anymore. They released Clair and immediately turned on him.
There were grunts and screeches as the crowd converged around him. A short time later the crowd dispersed. As the town members left for their homes, the body of a man lay on the ground. The badge he had carried for decades was still clasped in his hand. The picture on the ID was identical and the inscription read โCIB Detective Bob โAidenโ Coad, Officer of the Lawโ.
Later that night, Chopper pulled his car up to the curb in front of a beautiful suburban home. It was a large house with bay windows and a blooming garden. He walked upto the front door and lifted his fist to knock, but before he could, the door opened. The man on the otherside was wearing a white coat, he had a small bag in his hand with a plus sign on it, and an identification card clipped to his pocket. He was surprised to see Chopper, but smiled nonetheless. โCan I help you, sir? Iโm just on my way to work.โ Chopper chuckled and shoved the man back into his house, shutting the door behind them. โI think youโre going to be a bit late tonightโ he grinned. Sometime later, Chopper slid back into his car and drove away.
The body of Dr. Rosenthal “Ronan” Gibbs was found in his home the following morning. His stethoscope was wound dangerously tight around his throat, and next to a pair of secateurs his fingers laid separate to his body. Dr. Gibbs was the only Melbournian who was willing to save ex-cons from certain death, and now he was gone. Will the Overcoat Gang reign free? Or will the remaining ex-cons see justice?
In an unrelated case, the body of a beautiful woman named Clair was found in her home this morning. She was an ex-con who had been nothing but a model citizen since her release from prison. She died pain-free from natural causes in her sleep. Rest in Peace.

