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The sunlight on my face woke me up. I dashed down the stairs and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, and ran back upstairs. I put on a light brown sweatshirt, jeans, and some boots.
Who can it be now. For gods sake, they have been knocking all the damn day. My name is Colin, Colin McCoy, a former Pilot, before that, a detective. Then the wife left me, took the whole damn planet.
I opened my eyes and found myself in the hospital. I had tubes around my nose helping me breath and burns all over my body from the fire. " How are you feeling?" the nurse asked. " Fine" I mumbled.
"Sir, we have searched the room high and low, but there is no sign of a murder weapon" said young Constable Skinner to me.
Nala laid, dead. Her hands placed gently over her fragile body.
I woke up in my small white apartment, it was empty except for my bed, the sun shined through the window and onto my dog sniffles, he looked up at me with his big brown eyes and then rested his head...
Chapter one: first murder The first murder is always hard to deal with.
Anderson stood with his back against the wall of the unit where the green dot had disappeared from. He was trying to steady his breathing. Adrenaline was coursing though his veins.
The loud humming pierced through the silent air as I turned the key. Off I was, headed in pursuit of the first lead, Cutoff Place. Street after street passed by, and I began to think.
The Kitchen. After all, Alex Rogers was found with cuts on his body. I scrambled into the room. cream marble walls crept down from the ceiling, meeting nicely at the heated, tiled floor.
The murder weapon. The voice said I could find it, I had no time to waste. Hastily, I raced my mind through the options I had. So many choices. I have to use logic, I thought to myself.
I knew what I had to ask. Picking up the phone again, I re-dialled the number. Again, the ringing noise... "Hello again, Hudson, I assume you have your question?" The deep voice bellowed down the...
The post-mortem examination had been carried out with great difficulty.
I grabbed out my mobile, my hand trembling. What could be on the other end of the line. I could hear my own heartbeat pound and pound, as the phone started to ring. I froze.
Detective Wood ducked under the crime scene tape cordoning of the horrific scene which lay before him.
Anderson had gone home. It had been a long couple of days. He had managed five hours sleep, and had started to feel a little more human.
"So, what we got on the victim?" I inquired, eager to get a grip on the case "32 years old. His name is Alex Rogers. Works as a librarian. Perfect record, never done anything against the law.
Off we went, hunting down the scene of the murder. As we sped past road after road, my heart was thumping. I knew that this case was going to be big.
Just another day. That’s how all strange things start, I guess. Just lazing about on the office chair, half-dazed, scanning through data of old cases on my computer screen.
After that mrs. Watson opened the door and told you to go upstairs. Then you opened the door of this room and then I told you how you got here.
Said Mr. John Dwight sadly, "I saw her the first time, I didn't know it yet, but she was the Love of my live. After I heard about her, I knew, that I would do all to work together with her.
I put the case files down again, after searching for clues or anything to try to help us.
( I have rewritten and added to chapter 1 so im posting this now, chapter 2 will be up in the next few hours !) Chapter 1 Cooly the water washed over his toes, the icy cold numbing his feet.
Chapter 3 : The Heist "Right then, I'll call the laboratory and tell them the bad news." said Wurrinin, attempting to pull a confident face. The sock sneered at him, waiting to make his move.