It was late at night, and the streetlights burned brightly in the darkness, illuminating every corner of the sidewalk where Detective Kade walked. His patrol boots scraped against the pavement with each long stride. It had been about a week since he picked up his most recent case, coinciding with the tragic death of his coworker during the investigation.
Kade carried a thick briefcase filled with information. His blonde hair caught the light with each step under the streetlights, while his red eyes remained focused and alert. As he continued walking, he eventually stopped in front of a dark alleyway, noticing a shadow moving in the dim moonlight.
"Very wise..." Kade thought to himself before stepping into the darkness, hearing a light click. He raised his eyebrow, scanning the alleyway for any glint or shine.
Then he saw it—a golden glint flickering in the darkness, the shape of a gun barrel becoming visible. Just as he began to assess the situation, a gunshot rang out, piercing the night air. The bullet cut through the wind, scraping across Kade's cheek but not deep enough to draw blood.
"What the hell was that?" Kade muttered, his hand instinctively moving toward the handle of his firearm. Before he could draw it, the alleyway lit up, leaving him in a mix of confusion and surprise. Hadn't he just been shot at?
After contemplating his life choices that led him to this moment, Kade stepped away from the alleyway and headed towards his apartment building, holstering his firearm. Each step felt louder, overshadowing the sound of another pair of heavy boots behind him.
Kade typed the code to his apartment building, the door emitting a light ding in confirmation. He pushed the door open and ascended the stairs to his apartment—number 306, the smallest but cheapest unit. It had its perks; at least no one seemed to know anyone lived there given how unusually quiet it was.
With a sigh, Kade retrieved his rusty key and unlocked the apartment door. It creaked open, revealing a space filled with papers. He removed his patrol boots, placing them against the dented wall alongside the briefcase full of information.
Kade shed his coat, revealing a basic suit and tie beneath. "What a long day..." he mumbled to himself, hanging the coat on a hanger.
His apartment was cluttered with papers, a large desk, a carpet, a single closet, a mini fridge, and a small bed amidst the chaos. It wasn't much, but it was reflective of a detective living on a tight budget. Kade picked up the suitcase and sat on the edge of the bed, setting it on his lap.
He opened the suitcase, revealing various documents, some cash, and a golden bullet. This bullet had been collected from a recent investigation, specifically from a body. The killer must have been wealthy enough to use a golden bullet—definitely not an ordinary weapon. The killer remained unknown, with only the bodies providing clues, all shot in the heart with those damn golden bullets.
If only he knew.
Kade got up, undid his tie, and tossed it onto his dresser. He unbuttoned his white shirt, methodically loosening each button with weary fingers. His torso bore scars, though nothing alarming. Just a few small marks he'd received from detective work—at least, that's what he told people when questioned.
As he removed his shirt, he noticed extra weight on the right side. Raising an eyebrow, he checked the pocket and found a strange black pen. When he pressed it, it emitted a series of beeps.
"Is this a tracking device?" He questioned, tilting his head slightly. Yet, there wasn't a hint of fear in his eyes. Damn policemen, always tracking him like a hound.
He was completely unaware that it wasn't the police at all.