It was a rainy night in the city. The streets were empty and the only sound was the occasional thunder in the distance. A heavy atmosphere could be felt in the air. Dark clouds rolled in,casting an eerie shadow over the streets. A storm was brewing. As the wind picked up,the streets began to tremble and the street lights flickered, adding to the ominous atmosphere.
In an abandoned warehouse in the outskirts of the city, a man dressed in a dark blue suit and black spectacles stood. He was smoking a cigarette leisurely, the only source of light in the dimly lit space. The sound of thunder and rain echoed through the empty warehouse but he seemed unfazed. As the lightning lit up the sky,the man's face came into focus. It was a middle aged man in in his late forties. He had dark air and piercing blue eyes. He seemed relaxed but a hint of coldness could be felt from his gaze. His gaze shifted to a certain house in the distance where the lights were still on. He observed it for a moment before looking at his wrist watch. It was now five minutes past midnight. He finished hi cigarette, stubbed it out and walked towards the house. Halfway, the lights in the house went off. A hint of a cold smile filled with indifference appeared at the corners of his mouth. He didn't quicken his steps and seemed to take his time. With careful and calculated movements,he made his way towards the back of the house. He had been watching the house for months, taking note of all the habits of the occupant. With a few swift movements,he managed to enter silently through an unlocked window. He moved silently like a ghost gliding through the house, leaving no trace of his presence. He was very familiar with the house like back of his palm. He moved all the way to the master bedroom where an old man was sleeping peacefully. He observed him for a few moments before pulling out a gun with a silencer. With quick and precise shots,he silenced him. He then swiftly headed to another secret room where he punched in a few numbers and the door clicked open. He took a few valuables without any specifics and calmly left the house. The darkness of the night welcomed him like an old friend. He disappeared into the shadows, leaving the lifeless body of the old timer. No one had heard a thing. No alarms were triggered.
And no one knew what had just happened.
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In a well furnished office,a man dressed in casual outfit sat behind a large desk with a computer. The walls were adorned with certificates and awards, recognising his outstanding work as a detective. The wooden door and windows added a touch of warmth to the office. The large windows allowed natural light to enter, making the office feel bright and airy. The man was busy studying different files on numerous cases. He was so engrossed that he didn't notice the knocking on the door.
Knock knock knock
The person on the other end knocked a bit louder. The loud knocking brought the detective back to reality.
"Come in," he said in a calm but hoarse voice. The door opened and a gorgeous lady, with stunning facial expressions and bright, blonde hair that seemed to effortlessly cascade down her back walked in. Her long legs were the very envy of every woman and desire of every man. She was dressed professionally with several files and documents in her fair hands. She stood quietly before the large desk waiting for the man in front of her to speak. She was nervous and restless as the pressure in there bore on her shoulders. It was understandable as this man was the famous detective, John Smith. Detective Smith was rumoured to have never failed any case throughout his career as a detective. He had been in work as a detective for twelve years now.
"What is it?"
Detective Smith asked without raising his head.
"A body has been found in one of the the house in 114th street. I thought we can take a look," answered the lady. She was his new assistant, Charlotte Jayson. She had graduated from one of the most famous police academy in the world, Avalon Police Academy.
"Okay."
He rose from his seat and walked to the door. Charlotte followed him closely behind while briefing him on the details received from the crime scene. He listened attentively without interrupting until they boarded a police car . John Smith sat in the driver's seat of the car, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. Charlotte on the other hand,sat next to him, studying the case file in her lap. The car sped through the streets towards the crime scene.
Twenty five minutes later,they stopped outside a house where several police cars were parked. Numerous police officers patrolled the area ensuring safety and no interference from the crowd. Media personality from different media organisations surrounded the area trying to get a glimpse of what was going on. Just as John and Charlotte stepped out of the car, several reporters ran towards them asking questions. He didn't have the time to deal with the reporters so he just brushed past them and into the house.
The area had been well secured by the police. John observed the area silently as he walked through the house. He didn't make any comments nor did he ask any questions. He just observed.
"What do we have so far on the case?" Charlotte asked.
The forensics team was busy trying to obtain every single detail they could on the case.
"Meet Bruce Fairfax,73 years old,a judge who worked in the Catalani law court. Estimated time of death around midnight. He was killed by being shot twice in the chest. No signs of struggle."
The forensics head, Luciana Jones briefed them.She was a young lady with large sparkling eyes. A black beauty with dark blue hair and a pointy nose. She continued examining the body for more clues but nothing more could be found.
"He was shot from a distance while asleep. It was a peaceful death."
She concluded as she stood up and walked towards the secret room.
"A few valuables are missing from the room. It seems randomly picked up in a hurry like a robbery.
The killer ought to be looking for something."
A policeman who stood at the side said. Charlotte continued taking short notes on the comments and what was mentioned.
" No forceful entry, what a professional,"John said his first words since he entered the house.
Everyone turned to look at him. He was a man of few words thus no one tried to start a conversation with him.
"Update me if anything else pops up. Charlotte, let's go, we're done here."
John walked out of the house,took his car and drove back to the office.
"Sir, what have you discovered?" Charlotte asked as they drove back to the office.
"Nothing," John answered calmly. Charlotte didn't ask about anything else.
"A murder. A judge. Stolen goods. No forceful entry. Traceless. The case is becoming more and more interesting. I like it that way. Time to get busy,"John muttered to himself as he drove.
"Huh? Sir, what are you talking about? " Charlotte asked confusedly.
" It's an interesting case," John said indifferently.
'Weird man. What interesting case. This is more complicated than anything I've ever seen. He's really obsessed with solving cases. Whatever. I better do my job well enough to gain his approval.' Charlotte thought to herself. A small smile formed at the corners of her mouth before she regained her calm.
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Luciana Jones continued urging the team to continue searching the area for any clues they could obtain. She was well aware that every clue and detail could make or break the case. Though Luciana was young,her tone of voice was serious and authoritative. The team quickly got back to work, carefully combing through inside and outside of the house for any potential evidence. They took pictures, collected samples and even dusted for fingerprints.