[Region Valdenia]
[Rockfel town]
James Greyson, sitting in his room which is decorated with art, textures and marbles which even a millionaire would think twice about his bank balance before purchasing. playing some old games since his school days on pc to escape reality.
*KNOCK* *KNOCK*
"James.. James !! your father is calling you downstairs'' their family butler said knocking on the door twice
"Ah, man I just started but whatever! Shh'' he aggressively puts the gold-plated headphones on the table gets up from his chair and starts moving downstairs, his mansion was an architectural marvel
Reaching the living area
The living area below was spacious, with plush leather couches arranged around a marble fireplace that stretched up to the ceiling. Expensive sculptures and carefully curated antiques were scattered throughout the space, giving the mansion a museum-like feel.
Reaching the main hall he saw her father and mother seated, his mother's hands were clasped tightly in her lap, unusual for someone who was always calm and composed, father was serious rather cool and composed, looking at the table he saw a business card name not visible clearly with few text on it written in a different language, summing up all this James didn't question his thought twice
'They are planning to send me overseas'
"James, have a seat. Yesterday, a close friend of mine from Sunrise Corporation reached out, asking if you'd be interested in interning for him. After discussing it thoroughly, your mother and I have decided that this opportunity is the best step forward for your future, ensuring you're in the right hands." His father spoke
James thought 'It's smarter to just agree for now. Sure, I could turn this offer down, but that would only hurt my image. Instead, I'll handle things behind the scenes and turn the situation around later.'
"Dad, I know it's emotionally tough to leave home and all of you," James said, maintaining a calm and confident demeanour. "But considering my future, I agree with your decision."
"Then it's settled," his father said, taking a sip from his coffee. "I'll speak with my friend later today."
James left the main hall and headed back to his room, sinking into his chair and staring up at the ceiling. 'Hmm… my abilities would be most effective in the detective field,' he thought. 'But I doubt Dad or Mom would have any reason to consider sending me in that direction.'
He stood up from the chair and lay on the bed with his arms spread out. 'Today I believe that miracles are a myth but if I ever asked this same question in my childhood my answer would be..' Before he could finish the thought, his eyes drifted shut, and he fell asleep.
2 hours later
*KNOCK* *KNOCK*
James groggily stood up, walking in a half-asleep daze as he opened the door, only to find his father standing there. "The day after tomorrow, you'll be leaving town to join the Fearless Detective Agency. If you have any questions, ask me later—I've got work to attend," his father said before turning away.
"My belief in miracles has risen to 1% now!"
Day after tomorrow
The Fearless Detective Agency (FDA) in Rockfel Town was an imposing stone structure, blending the old world with modern design. Its towering arched windows and intricate stone carvings gave the building a historic feel, while inside, the sleek marble floors and high-tech facilities spoke of cutting-edge investigation work. The lobby featured a glass reception desk and walls adorned with framed articles of the agency's achievements. Multiple floors housed the detective teams, forensic labs, and surveillance rooms, all equipped with advanced technology, maintaining a perfect balance between tradition and innovation.
After a few minutes of waiting, one of his father's friends, Tom, a senior figure at the agency, approached him with a warm smile. "James, let's get you settled in," he said, gesturing for him to follow. Together, they made their way up the spiral staircase to the second floor, where James's new team office awaited.
[Arcadia city]
Upon arriving at their destination, Tom introduced James to his team leader, Marcus Wen. At 35 years old, Marcus was a married man with over eight years of experience at the FDA.
James studied Marcus while shaking hands 'eight years of experience, neatly trimmed eyes and a well-tailored suit hinted at professionalism. eyes showing both the bright and dark side of human nature. He values teamwork by the way he greets me. There is a hint of caution in his posture probably dealt with many rookie mistakes before. This guy knows what he's doing' Finishing the introduction with Marcus, Tom introduces him to another senior detective, Ben Fedor, age 31, with over 4 years of experience.'He wears casual clothing, showing very friendly gestures, probably unmarried guessing he is not wearing a ring, much paper on his desk, seems like he is taking care of paperwork' Suddenly a young woman hurriedly dashes through the door in. "Yes, leader, did you call me, Is there a new case?" James' eyes locked on her looking at a beautiful woman with light green eyes, black hair tied back in a ponytail, a few strands framing her face, a fitted leather jacket over a casual top and dark jeans, sharp gaze and confident 'She is sharp, eager, and Looks like someone who dives headfirst into things' James noted while admiring her beauty "James this is Merry Rose our young detective, merry this is James Greyson starting today he is gonna work with us" Marcus introduced both of them Merry looked at James, dressed in a sleek black shirt and matching black jeans. His sneakers add a modern edge to his look. Sharp facial features and mystery-filled eyes, the kind of presence that doesn't shout for attention but naturally draws. "Nice to meet you, Merry, it will be a pleasure to work with you," James said "Same to you James," said Merry, looking into his eyes Merry had many questions floating in her mind "Did you just spill the coffee on your jacket?" James asked looking at the very few barely visible coffee stains on her jackets
"Oh, you got sharp eyes!" she said, her expression turning angry "Some reckless maniac with his Mercedes cut me off just before I was about to enter the basement for parking" "You should report this to the discipline committee here, a lot of wealthy people work here, but I doubt everyone drives a Mercedes, It shouldn't be too difficult for them to track down who it was," said Ben "Nah. Nah, don't worry about that i already took care of it myself!" Merry said, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. Ben asked "How?" "You know, we use spray sometimes in our work," Merry said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I had one of those with yellow colour, so I sprayed it all over his car." Again Ben questioned, "How did you know it was the exact Mercedes that cut you off? Did you happen to note the number plate?" "It was simple," Merry replied confidently. "The car had no number plate, and all the windows were tinted. It made it easy to spot." James eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched as realization dawned "Wait a second," he interrupted, his voice edged with disbelief. "No number plate... tinted windows… yellow spray?"
Merry raised an eyebrow, looking at him curiously. "Yeah, what about it?"
James voice shifted to a heavy tone, one that could make even the toughest men flinch "That is my car you…short witch!!"
merry face turning red, she shot back immediately "short witch?! Really, look at yourself you look like a mogli in black shirt"
James hand clenched into fists, trying to hold back the rising frustration
Marcus stepped in, his voice firm. "Both of you, calm down. I just received a call—there's an urgent case, and we need to get to the location immediately. Ben, give James his badge, and let's head out. As for the car, I'll have the staff take care of the paint."
"I won't let this slide, just you wait!" James said with his eyes blazing with anger as he glared at merry
after that they got into marcus car and went straight for crime scene
Reaching the place it was cornered off with yellow police tape, swarming with officers and few bystanders kept at bay
Marcus stepped out of the car with others right beside him, approaching the police officer in charge. "So, what do we got here?" he asked, his voice steady as he surveyed the scene.
The officer, a middle-aged man with graying hair and a name tag that read Lieutenant Harper, nodded and pulled out his notepad. "Victim's name is Daniel Rook, 42 years old. Local businessman, owned a small chain of cafes in the area. Found about an hour ago by a passerby, looks like he was ambushed here in the alley. Stab wounds to the chest—at least three, maybe more, but the coroner will confirm."
Merry asked the lieutenant "did you find wallet or phone with him?" glancing at the body
"Nope, likely a robbery" officer said confidently
james with his hand in his pocket did his job
'No struggle marks on neck or hand, precise wounds like a professional hit rather than a robbery' looking at the ground 'only a few blood strains meaning he wasn't stabbed here, he was brought up here either by dragging or…ah ha there they are!'
With his hands in his pockets, James casually walked a few steps away from the body, his sharp eyes landing on a set of tire marks imprinted on the damp pavement. He mentally noted the pattern and width of the marks, storing the details in his mind. After scanning the scene again, he let his gaze wander toward the nearby parking area. A sleek black sedan was parked not far from the alley, James approached the car, subtly comparing the tire treads with the marks on the ground. The pattern was a perfect match.
'Why is there a number plate? He blundered!' James opened his phone right away and puts the number plate number to an app designed to find details through number plate 'Jorge wood'
Standing a bit away from the crowd, James suddenly called out, "JORGE!" His voice cut through the noise, and almost instantly, a man in the crowd jerked his head toward James, his eyes wide with panic. The brief hesitation, the startled look, it was all James needed to confirm. "Gotcha!"
James slowly got into the crowd with a smirk on his face and stood right before the killer whispering in his ears "Why did you kill him, Jordge!"
Jorge, already sweating, glanced back at James, panic flashing in his eyes. Before anyone could react, he spotted the gun holstered on James and, in a split second, grabbed it, pointing it directly at him.
"Whoa," James said calmly, raising his hands slowly out of his pockets as the crowd gasped in shock, some backing away in fear. The atmosphere shifted instantly as Marcus and Merry pulled out their guns, aiming them directly at Jorge.
But James remained unfazed. His hand slowly gripped the barrel of the gun Jorge was holding and, with a confident smile, pressed it against his own forehead. "Go ahead," James said, his voice almost playful. "Shoot, if you've got the guts." The tension in the air was thick, the crowd frozen as Jorge's hand trembled, uncertain what to do next.
Before Jorge could react, James moved in a blur, snatching the gun from his grasp and swiftly pointing it back at him. "Arrest him, boss," James commanded, his voice steady.
Without hesitation, Marcus moved in, grabbing Jorge's arms and expertly cuffing him in seconds. The team wasted no time, returning to the office with the killer now sitting in the interrogation room.
Later, as James explained how he pieced together the clues and identified Jorge as the culprit, Ben, Merry, and Marcus looked at him in disbelief. They were stunned. James had solved a case in under ten minutes, something that could have easily taken weeks, if not months, for even the most experienced detectives.
"Are you even human?" Ben asked, shaking his head in disbelief, unable to hide his amazement.
Marcus, equally impressed, gave a nod of approval. "That was incredible, James. Most people would have missed those details, but you put everything together in record time. We might have a new star on the team."
With a hint of jealousy, Merry scoffed, "Too bad he's not as good with basic human decency."
James shot her a sharp look. "Jealousy, is a disease sadly"
"You really think I would be jealous of someone like you?" Merry snapped, folding her arms. "You're great at solving cases, but you treat people like puzzles, not humans. Maybe you should try being less of a show-off and more of a team player."
James smirked, his voice calm but edged with sarcasm. "I didn't realize solving cases and getting results was a crime, Merry. Sorry if that makes me look bad in your eyes."
"It's not just about results, James!" she retorted, her eyes blazing. "You think you're better than everyone just because you can piece things together faster. Maybe stop acting like you're above everyone and learn some humility."
James's smirk faded, his tone now cold. "I don't act like I'm better, Merry. It's not my fault if I can see things you miss."
Merry's eyes flared with anger. "I should've sprayed your face instead of the car!"
James leaned in, a smug grin on his face. "No one's stopping you, little mermaid. Go ahead, spray my face and see what happens."
Fuming, Merry clenched her fists, glaring at him for a moment before turning on her heel. Without another word, she stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind her with a force that echoed through the room.