Eastwood General Hospital
8:00 a.m.
Minnesota has been restless before. 'I've only just seen him like this,' he thought as he turned to his busy friend with whom he was texting. How many times have you texted them? "It looks like you and Renzo are dating again."
Renzo is Feralda's three -year relationship. Min has known the two for a long time but only now has he seen Fe so happy. To his knowledge, Fe and Renzo had a fight last week. How are they again? Or maybe ...
"Renzo isn't the one you're texting."
At what Minnesota said, Feralda stopped and nervously turned to him. "A-What? What are you saying there, friend?" Minnesota became even more frustrated when he tried to hide his cellphone. She's not a detective, but she can see through Feralda's lies.
"Don't lie to me anymore. Who else are you kidding?"
Feralda averted her eyes, still stubborn. "No. Why are you bothering me?"
"Because you're my friend. Is that enough reason?"
Feralda just sighed and pocketed the cellphone. He smiled sparingly at Min, "Well, just chill. I know what I'm doing. I'm not young anymore so you have to worry about me. Okay?"
"But ---"
"You're just paranoid, Min. Chill, okay?"
The hands of a nearby clock ticked, the only sound resonating within the four walls of the reception area. The sound echoed in the quiet surroundings. 'Am I just being paranoid?' Minnesota just took a deep breath. Just then, her eyes spotted a part of Feralda's neck. It was a hickey.
'What's going on with this woman?' Minnesota just shook her head and just went back to work, ignoring the friend. He didn't want to talk anymore. He didn't want to ask anymore. Their friendship may even be strained.
"Hey, girls!"
A few moments later, both Minnesota and Feralda averted their attention to the familiar voice. 'Wait, I think I know this,' Min remembers when she saw this man. Round and black-rimmed eyeglasses. A goofy smile, and those nerdy features. She smiled. "Dan?"
'He was the one at Sasha's party last night.'
Dan's smile widened and he leaned on their desk even though he was a little limp, "Nax! It's good that you still remember me. Minnesota, right?" At once it winked.
Is he trying to flirt with her? Emphasis on "trying".
"What are you doing here?" The man briefly looked at Feralda who just smiled at him before returning his eyes to the cellphone screen. Min just stared and he answered. After all, his friend is busy again. Tsk!
"Obviously, this is where we work. You? What is a detective doing here?"
Dan's eyes shone with joy. "How did you know I'm a detective? Hahaha! The rumor that I'm famous is true!"
'Unfortunately, that's just gossip.' Minnesota wanted to say that his leather jacket with the DEATH logo on the side was already worn, but he didn't want to ruin Dan's mood.
The nerdy detective raked a hand through his tangled her, "Well, a detective's life is busy and stressful! Only a few like me can take the job. Anyway, I'm here to visit Alfred Santos. He's the store owner who was shot. on Saturday. "
Minnesota frowned and immediately glanced at their copy of the list. That name seems familiar to him. "Mang Alfred is the owner of the gun shop who robbed last week, isn't he?"
"Exactly! He was accidentally shot while the robbery was going on. I'm here to investigate the case," and Dan actually did a muscle pose in front of Minnesota. The girl is just shaking. "Room 207. Come on, come with me." Because he didn't want to worry about Feralda laughing alone again.
'If anyone's texting slashes him, I hope it won't ruin his relationship with Renzo.'
But Minnesota still has a bad feeling about it.
"'I shouldn't be stressing myself out,' Minnesota whispered to herself as they crossed the white hallways. The smell of antiseptic calming her nerves again. He no longer understood Dan's chatter by his side.
When he had delivered Dan to the gunmaker's room, Minnesota had none of his own peek into the adjoining room. From the glass panel of the door, he saw a young patient resting inside.
The little girl looked too pale and sick.
Next to its bed is a bouquet of flowers. Daisies.
'Pity.'
Minnesota just shook and walked away. These patients are the reason why I chose to be a nurse. We all have a passion for something. '
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"Get back, evil monster!"
Nico whispered violently as he tried to drive away the big snake. Unfortunately, it only angered the boa constrictor more. Its eyes turned to slits while hissing at him. Nico backed away but he also immediately regretted it.
He accidentally hit the burner lying on his side. 'Damn Sherlock!' He knew in the silence that enveloped the mansion, there was a good chance the lawyer would hear it. 'Let's just hope Nova distracts him long enough!' When they were caught, they were dead. The snake that was staring at him venomously didn't help with his situation. It only got closer to him.
"Great. Even snakes are attracted to me. How unfortunate, indeed!" He said in disgust. Nico cursed softly when he heard footsteps on the other side of the door. It was getting closer to where he was. He took a deep breath.
Destiny also seems to have no plans to agree with him.
*
Attorney Lelouch San Andres narrowed his eyes at the suspicious sound. He felt someone wandering around. He quickly made his way down the hall to the back of the mansion. Who the hell is going to trespass on the territory of Eastwood's best district attorney? "Right now, let him prepare a legal defense."
But a part of Lelouch silently hoped that he was jusy being paranoid. I hope her suspicion that her ex-boyfriend is just distracting her is wrong. If this were true, it would only pain him more.
'And for a second there, I thought Brian actually cared for me. Tsk. '
But when Lelouch opened the backdoor, silence greeted him. His eyes scanned the area. His forehead furrowed when he saw the cracked burn on one side. 'What the hell?' But when he saw the boa constrictor on the doorstep, he just shook his head, "Brianette, how many times have you damaged equipment? Psh. I should sue you for that."
When the giant snake hissed at him, Lelouch smiled. 'Though, I doubt the court would find a suitable jail for my disastrous pet.'
He looked around again. Maybe he's just too tired from work so that's what he's thinking.
He is a busy man, after all.
After a while, he effortlessly picked up the huge snake and went inside. Maybe Nova does care for him? Lelouch smiled at that thought.
*
Nico breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the lawyer had come back inside with his pet that had almost landed on him. Detective Nico Yukishito sighed. 'Brianette? Stupid name for a stupid snake! ' And he frowned and jumped down. He flexed his hands and smirked at the Spiderman gloves.
"I love these things."
Fortunately and didn't think to look at Lelouch's height. Otherwise it will surely see him like a spider hanging on the wall! 'That was a close one!' Nico sighed and skillfully picked the door's lock. He made no noise to enter the mansion.
If Nico just happened to be a bad person, maybe instead of "Eastwood's greatest detective" he would be called "Eastwood's greatest criminal". He has the skills and the looks to get away with anything.
'Now, let's see if this stupid attorney is our killer.'
The young detective hurried to the second floor of the mansion. The mansion was simple but scattered around with some fancy furnishings. A few family portraits lined up one side of a hallway, framed in copper. Several vases and figurines were displayed, along with the attorney's trophies and awards. 'Smart, but not as smart as I am, of course.'
Nico made his way towards a random bedroom. Its door was still slightly open. He sniffed the air and smelled a hint of musculine soap and mint cologne.
'Definitely the bastard's room.'
He quickly went inside and scraped its equipment. He wore latex gloves just in case he touches anything worth incriminating.
Nico was disappointed when he saw nothing strange in the lawyer's room --- apart from the fact that it was much cleaner than his apartment. His eyes darted to a picture frame ontop of the attorney's bedside table. He frowned when he saw this picture of Lelouch with Nova. He was wearing the uniform as he hugged the girl. "High school sweethearts, perhaps?"
Nico just shook his head and continued the search. He grunted in frustration until he noticed an invitation on his bed.
"The Heraldic Eastwood Local Police Department's Annual Masquerade?"
Nico was almost angry. 'They're not even doing their job well anymore, they even got to masquerade ?! How disgusting and unprofessional! ' It's annoying to think that they can still do it even though there are serial killings going on in Eastwood. This adds up to the many reasons why Nico hates the police.
His eyes went to the lawyer's shoes. He carefully looked inside. His eyes narrowed when he spotted the shoe size, a smirk playing on his lips as he took a picture.
"Size 10.5, very similar to the shoe size I saw in the garden." Nico is an expert at these things. From one look, he can determine a person's age and height down to his exact shoe size. That's what he got from being a criminal profiler. Plus, it was internationally branded!
Nico looked around the room again. But just as he was about to come out and signal to Nova, the laundry basket in the far corner of the room caught his attention. Nico Yukishito's eyes widened when he saw something stained one of the attorney's white polo shirts. He could not be wrong.
"Blood."
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