Who Framed Tucker Randall?

Around 8:00 the next morning, the first person to arrive in Christy's office building was a security guard who came up to unlock the doors and open the building before a receptionist would arrive. He walked around the building unlocking certain doors and checked over everything. The guard took a turn then glanced over further down the hall when he was shaken up by a woman who was lying in a bloodbath, unconscious. He hurried closer to her and recognized her, horrified by the victim. The woman was identified as Christy, Susannah's older sister. She laid on her stomach with blood over her neck, arms and back as the guard found the butcher knife sticking out of her back. Grabbing his transmitter radio, he quickly called for help through 911 for police and an ambulance, reporting a homicide after finding a body that appeared to be dead.

Only within 30 minutes, at the same time Susannah expected her sister for breakfast, the Orlando Police Department arrived at Christy's office building as George walked in front of his colleagues who started to examine the scene. "What happened?" the detective asked the guard who found the body as he looked down at Christy in the pool of blood.
"I came to open the building before the receptionist would arrive just to inspect the building before anyone came in. I turned around the corner and found her like this."
"What time did you get here?"
"I only got here at 8:00. The receptionist is supposed to arrive at 9:00."
George shook his head. "Well, I'm sorry but you'll have to tell the receptionist to go back home. You can't open for business here during a homicidal investigation. Has the director or employee of this woman been called?"
"Yeah, I called just after I called the police. He's on his way. His name's Bradley Whiteford."
"Alright, we'll secure the scene and wait for the manager. I'd like to speak with him."

It was just past 9:00 when Susannah looked out the living room window with a sigh. She looked at her watch after so many glances at it already. It didn't make sense to Susannah. Christy was always responsible and always called if she was going to be late for something. Then it occured to her that Christy could have overslept, being home late or have forgotten about their breakfast. She went back into the kitchen to pick up the phone and call Christy's house. She called and the phone was rining off the hook. No answer from anyone or the answering machine. She sighed to herself, rolling her eyes. "She gotta get an answering machine!" Susannah thought to herself. It was stranger to her that Christy did not answer the phone then figured that she was stuck in traffic and on the way. Susannah hadn't started cooking after wanting to wait to cook with Christy and she was about to get really hungry. She did not want to eat without her sister so she picked up the phone again to call Christy's office. Strangely, the answering machine picked up and there was a recorded message that the office was not open for business and to try calling back again later. She had a puzzled look on her face and looked at her watch. Christy's office hours started at 9:00 and it was 9:15!

George Costa, the detective slided himself under the yellow tape, sealing Christy's office to walk in and look around. One of his colleagues walked to him to update him on the investigation til he came to Christy's desk and found a picture of Christy... and Susannah. He was surprised for a minute then picked up the picture with his glove-covered hand, without leaving a fingerprint. His colleague came back and told George that Christy's director, Bradley had arrived. He took the picture in his hand as he walked out of the office, following the office to the end of the hall to meet the director. "This is George Costa. He's our chief detective," the officer introduced him. "This is the director of this building, Mr. Bradley Whiteford."
"Mr. Whiteford, I'm sorry we had to meet under this circumstance," George said to the director.
"What happened? The guard found Christy?"
"Yeah, he came in at 8:00 and the victim was laying there covered in blood. She was stabbed in the neck then in the back and she had the knife in her back when we got here. The coroner determined that she may have been dead since 1:00 this morning. Does she often stay in the building late after midnight?"
"That Christy! She always worked so hard! The management hasn't been so well and Christy felt obliged to stay until everything was under control. She had no social life at all. The only thing she had was here and her family. I have no idea how I'm going to break this to her family. She was very close to her sister."
George looked down at the picture of Christy and Susannah. "Is this her? The woman with the victim?" George asked, showing the director the picture.
"Yeah, that's Susannah. She's a, uh... she's a dancer down at a strip club just a few blocks down. I don't quite recall the name of the club but she works there. The poor thing's gonna be devastated when she knows what happened to her sister!"
"They were close?"
"Yes, very. Susannah tried to encourage her to come down to the club sometimes. Not to see her but to meet more people, specifically men. Christy never really had a social life and her last relationship ended painfully. You should never date a friend in the family."
"So Christy had some enemies."
"Oh, no, no, I don't think so. Christy was very charming and easy to get along with. I wouldn't say her ex-lover was her enemy. They went back to being friends. He's a doctor. He's a family doctor to Christy and her family. He's been treating Christy and her family since Christy was a toddler for over 30 years."
"Even Susannah?"
"Yes, her, too. Susannah came here many times just to have lunch with Christy. Everyone knew Susannah. Sweet woman."
George nodded, admiring at the thought of Susannah but was so pained at the fact that he may have to tell Susannah that her sister is dead.
"Uh, I will probably talk with this doctor. Just to get a lot of information so we can catch whoever did this."
"Yes, do what you can to catch him."
"What's the doctor's name?"
"His name is Dr. Tucker Randall."

It was nearly 10:30 when Susannah had hung up the phone when she finished talking with her mother. All the phone calls she made to family, friends and neighbors and there was no clue of Christy. No one answered at her home or her office building. Picking up her car keys, she went out the door to drive down to Christy's house. Christy lived alone so she knew to expect Christy's car in the driveway if she was home. Less than 10 minutes later, Susannah was finding Christy's driveway to be emptied but the garage door was locked. Susannah had the funniest feeling in her stomach as she got out of her car and went to Christy's door, knocking a few times. She inspected around the house and looked through the window. She put her hands up on the windows by her eyes to see inside. The living room was dark and empty. The worst feeling came to her that something was not right but did not feel the need to visit Christy's office, knowing that her office was closed. Deciding what to do next, George's name came to her mind when she met him last night. She felt it was best to ask for help after Christy had been "missing" and not called Susannah or anyone. Susannah hopped back into her car and went on her way to the police department and thought about asking for George to report her sister missing.