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The Last Case- Chapter 1
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Chief Detective Monstru was a thin, tall and sinewy man, with pale skin and pitch-black hair. The gaunt man’s eyes were hazel, with emerald dancing at its edges, and a bit of ruby near his pupils, which were frighteningly slit-like. His cheeks were hollowed, like a dangling piece of skin stretched over his skull, nose long, and pointed. His lips were greyish-beige, thin and small, but not hidden beneath his ultra black shades. His brother, Detective Inspector Monstru looked less pale, a pot belly sticking out from beneath his coat, shorter, tanned, and had blue eyes and a little grey at its edges, but he had round pupils. His build was big and blocky, his nose small and button-like. His hair was dyed to blonde, his lips big and full. Their choice of colour was at opposite poles; Ian dressed in black almost all the time, but Patrick preferred every other colour except white and grey.
The accident seven years before hadn’t quite changed Ian, but it did make him more animal-like, and his communication with animals improved a little; he understood them better, but they hated him all the more. It was quite disastrous. Besides that, he took up a carnivorous diet.
Nothing was happening in the small town, and most cases had been solved by Ian. That made Patrick even more jealous of his brother. He even tried to get Ian’s position by solving one of his most important cases. But, Ian had already done the closed case, and he couldn’t beat his time. It was no wonder Patrick got easier cases, the ones like small thievery, but not murders or mass vandalism like his brother. But how Ian could solve a vandalism case in three hours was incredible. A murder wouldn’t really grate on his nerves, except when he was to get the autopsy results. It always took bloody long because they only have one coroner, and there was at least one body a day.
But even after all the years in the police force, he was going to be a fugitive on the run.
It was a crisp and early hour in the morning, at his office, an announcement had to be made. “Detective Inspector Monstru, report to my office immediately.” He groaned, sure that this one was another to tell him that he was let off for speeding. But it was nowhere near it. When he got into the room, his brother gestured to him to take the seat. “You have a missing person case. If you manage this one, Detective Inspector, I’ll promote you.”
“Caroline Ingrid is missing.” His fist crashed onto the table. “I want you to find her pronto. You’ll be given murder cases next position.” A smile was faint on Patrick’s lips. “Really?” “Who knows if you’ll take my position? It’s hard, brother.” As if he had heard his brother say, “I’ve seen my skin bubble,” Patrick snapped, “As if.”
The small group of investigators went away, to a hot spot of Caroline’s. But she wasn’t there. Going to the many other hot spots for next few hours, Patrick began to worry. His brother had an extreme way to dealing with something horrible. There was no luck in every place. Until they came to the old house on the hill, where they found an eyeball, a skull, half a heart, and a buttock. “Sick murderer. Might be Caroline’s.” They gasped as the Chief Detective himself walked in. “I double-checked each location as you might have missed a clue. Now, what did I miss?” The was no need for the answer to that question. “No…” His knees went jelly a little. “Bring this back to the lab immediately. I want answers to this murder.” He added under his breath, “Please, this better not be Carol…”
“Nothing? NOTHING? What kind of work is this? NO clue to her whereabouts, eh? Not even one single clue from her room.” He sighed and stood up. “People aren’t perfect, but if I, a partial zombie, who have faced death in the face, can solve murders like this, why can’t all of our city’s detectives? Answer me!” The four investigators squirmed in their seats, frightened by their chief. When his lips parted to snarl, sharp points of his teeth could be seen. His clenched fist was sealed so tightly that even a crowbar could not pry it apart. He was generally optimistic, but this time, it was personal.
“No answer? Well, I guess you will be putting in more effort?” The four nodded. “I’ll be working alongside. Now, go!” The team left immediately and with relief. Any longer with the “psycho” man would be hell. It wasn’t easy working with an independent man who didn’t like to see failure. Even if he loves to give others credit. Patrick looked at his file, thinking of how he could find Caroline. He drew out a small box, then drew its details. He crossed out the places which they had gone to already, then crossed out the names of the least likely suspects, including himself. But he kept Sherlock Holmes’s words, “After eliminating the impossible, whatever remains must be the truth,” in mind. He had crossed the names with pencil. The box and names were in ink.
They continued their search, hoping they would find the lady. Patrick was talking to Paullina Pippins, his partner, when they were interrupted by a ring. “Laboratory report, victim confirmed Caroline Ingrid. Sorry about your brother.” Beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, and with a trembling hand, George Parker, one of the investigators, dialled a number, and awaited the response from the man.
“What have you got for me?” “Lab report: Your girlfriend’s dead.” He heard the phone slam. “Into my office immediately!” The loudspeaker shrieked. Gulping, Freddy Allan turned the vehicle around, and towards the police department headquarters.
They looked at each other nervously as the took a seat in the office. Screams were heard from a distance, even though the room was sound-proof. The first ones were for the laboratory staff, the other…
“WHY DID SHE GO SO SOON? IAN, SHE WAS MURDERED! PUT THAT IN YOUR MIND! DON’T FRET ON IT! GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!” The “psycho” man walked in. “I was in the building opposite.” His voice seemed husky, and his face a little shiny. “She’s dead… Now, your case will be changed to looking for the murderer, solving the case, and you’ll be promoted.” He then ushered them out the door, and resumed his sobbing and weeping for his beloved one. A wisp of cool air caressed his face, and it seemed that there was a drop in temperature.
“Ian… Ian…” The female voice faded, and the warm temperature kicked in. “Caroline?”
Eating a Subway sandwich while considering who the murderer may be, Patrick weighed out all the other options. It wasn’t easy, especially when you’re in Manhattan. If it’s your brother watching your every move, waiting for an answer, it’s worse. But it was simplified, especially when the city’s best detective is on the job. Taking out the ham, he remembered his brother’s reward for the case. “…and you’ll be promoted.” Ian knew how to push the right buttons, and this one made him more eager to solve the case. The next thing was to discuss the likely suspects, after investigating the room. Forensics will tell the culprit. But if it doesn’t work? Ian will solve it.
Everyone threw the rest of the lunch away, and Anna Hunter started up the Mercedes. He glanced jealously over the other one, at his brother’s black Ferrari, and snarled. It wasn’t as hair-raising as Ian’s, but it was a little eerie all the same. “First stop, Caroline’s house.” Stepping on the pedal, The vehicle sped away.
“Excuse me, Is this Madam Catherine Ingrid?” “Why yes, have you found her? Oh, no…” “I’m terribly sorry, Ma’am, but only some of her has been found.” “You mean…” “She’s murdered by some psychopath, and her body’s mutilated.” She looked as if something was going to explode. But, instead of breaking down, she nonchalantly replied, “Well, good riddance of her.” “We’ll have to come in to examine her room.” “Sure, but take her diary with you. She’s been cheating on her boyfriend for five years, and he doesn’t mind! Besides, she hated me.” They stared at each other, unable to comment further. She led then to her room, where an open window, some blood, hair and shards of glass lain on the floor. “Forced entry, struggle and unexpected arrival took place.” George recited into the phone.
“Forensics reveal nothing. The hair is Caroline’s but no other, the whole room only has hers, and the only clue is from an animal DNA found on the blood. Nothing else.” Through gritted teeth, Ian snarled. Patrick sworn his back hair stood while his brother growled like a wolf. “Everyone knows of the house on the hill. Damn crime shows make criminals smarter, I swear… Anyway, good job on this, but keep an eye out.” They exited the office, to ponder on the question, Who had committed that murder, and why? There were a lot of likely suspects. Like his schizophrenic brother, or the mother of the deceased.
Ian stalked out of the place, to his house, to arrange with Caroline’s mother for the ceremony of leaving the deceased. While moving to her house, he took out a picture of his beloved. “Now, let us arrange her funeral.”
They talked for hours, until they came to a halt. Ian thanked his girlfriend’s mother, and left. Leaving for his house, there was a roar from his abdomen. He drove quickly home, and when he got there, he went to his kitchen, to eat and fill his starved belly. He took a shower, then slept the night while his brother solved a murder case.
The accident seven years before hadn’t quite changed Ian, but it did make him more animal-like, and his communication with animals improved a little; he understood them better, but they hated him all the more. It was quite disastrous. Besides that, he took up a carnivorous diet.
Nothing was happening in the small town, and most cases had been solved by Ian. That made Patrick even more jealous of his brother. He even tried to get Ian’s position by solving one of his most important cases. But, Ian had already done the closed case, and he couldn’t beat his time. It was no wonder Patrick got easier cases, the ones like small thievery, but not murders or mass vandalism like his brother. But how Ian could solve a vandalism case in three hours was incredible. A murder wouldn’t really grate on his nerves, except when he was to get the autopsy results. It always took bloody long because they only have one coroner, and there was at least one body a day.
But even after all the years in the police force, he was going to be a fugitive on the run.
It was a crisp and early hour in the morning, at his office, an announcement had to be made. “Detective Inspector Monstru, report to my office immediately.” He groaned, sure that this one was another to tell him that he was let off for speeding. But it was nowhere near it. When he got into the room, his brother gestured to him to take the seat. “You have a missing person case. If you manage this one, Detective Inspector, I’ll promote you.”
“Caroline Ingrid is missing.” His fist crashed onto the table. “I want you to find her pronto. You’ll be given murder cases next position.” A smile was faint on Patrick’s lips. “Really?” “Who knows if you’ll take my position? It’s hard, brother.” As if he had heard his brother say, “I’ve seen my skin bubble,” Patrick snapped, “As if.”
The small group of investigators went away, to a hot spot of Caroline’s. But she wasn’t there. Going to the many other hot spots for next few hours, Patrick began to worry. His brother had an extreme way to dealing with something horrible. There was no luck in every place. Until they came to the old house on the hill, where they found an eyeball, a skull, half a heart, and a buttock. “Sick murderer. Might be Caroline’s.” They gasped as the Chief Detective himself walked in. “I double-checked each location as you might have missed a clue. Now, what did I miss?” The was no need for the answer to that question. “No…” His knees went jelly a little. “Bring this back to the lab immediately. I want answers to this murder.” He added under his breath, “Please, this better not be Carol…”
“Nothing? NOTHING? What kind of work is this? NO clue to her whereabouts, eh? Not even one single clue from her room.” He sighed and stood up. “People aren’t perfect, but if I, a partial zombie, who have faced death in the face, can solve murders like this, why can’t all of our city’s detectives? Answer me!” The four investigators squirmed in their seats, frightened by their chief. When his lips parted to snarl, sharp points of his teeth could be seen. His clenched fist was sealed so tightly that even a crowbar could not pry it apart. He was generally optimistic, but this time, it was personal.
“No answer? Well, I guess you will be putting in more effort?” The four nodded. “I’ll be working alongside. Now, go!” The team left immediately and with relief. Any longer with the “psycho” man would be hell. It wasn’t easy working with an independent man who didn’t like to see failure. Even if he loves to give others credit. Patrick looked at his file, thinking of how he could find Caroline. He drew out a small box, then drew its details. He crossed out the places which they had gone to already, then crossed out the names of the least likely suspects, including himself. But he kept Sherlock Holmes’s words, “After eliminating the impossible, whatever remains must be the truth,” in mind. He had crossed the names with pencil. The box and names were in ink.
They continued their search, hoping they would find the lady. Patrick was talking to Paullina Pippins, his partner, when they were interrupted by a ring. “Laboratory report, victim confirmed Caroline Ingrid. Sorry about your brother.” Beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, and with a trembling hand, George Parker, one of the investigators, dialled a number, and awaited the response from the man.
“What have you got for me?” “Lab report: Your girlfriend’s dead.” He heard the phone slam. “Into my office immediately!” The loudspeaker shrieked. Gulping, Freddy Allan turned the vehicle around, and towards the police department headquarters.
They looked at each other nervously as the took a seat in the office. Screams were heard from a distance, even though the room was sound-proof. The first ones were for the laboratory staff, the other…
“WHY DID SHE GO SO SOON? IAN, SHE WAS MURDERED! PUT THAT IN YOUR MIND! DON’T FRET ON IT! GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!” The “psycho” man walked in. “I was in the building opposite.” His voice seemed husky, and his face a little shiny. “She’s dead… Now, your case will be changed to looking for the murderer, solving the case, and you’ll be promoted.” He then ushered them out the door, and resumed his sobbing and weeping for his beloved one. A wisp of cool air caressed his face, and it seemed that there was a drop in temperature.
“Ian… Ian…” The female voice faded, and the warm temperature kicked in. “Caroline?”
Eating a Subway sandwich while considering who the murderer may be, Patrick weighed out all the other options. It wasn’t easy, especially when you’re in Manhattan. If it’s your brother watching your every move, waiting for an answer, it’s worse. But it was simplified, especially when the city’s best detective is on the job. Taking out the ham, he remembered his brother’s reward for the case. “…and you’ll be promoted.” Ian knew how to push the right buttons, and this one made him more eager to solve the case. The next thing was to discuss the likely suspects, after investigating the room. Forensics will tell the culprit. But if it doesn’t work? Ian will solve it.
Everyone threw the rest of the lunch away, and Anna Hunter started up the Mercedes. He glanced jealously over the other one, at his brother’s black Ferrari, and snarled. It wasn’t as hair-raising as Ian’s, but it was a little eerie all the same. “First stop, Caroline’s house.” Stepping on the pedal, The vehicle sped away.
“Excuse me, Is this Madam Catherine Ingrid?” “Why yes, have you found her? Oh, no…” “I’m terribly sorry, Ma’am, but only some of her has been found.” “You mean…” “She’s murdered by some psychopath, and her body’s mutilated.” She looked as if something was going to explode. But, instead of breaking down, she nonchalantly replied, “Well, good riddance of her.” “We’ll have to come in to examine her room.” “Sure, but take her diary with you. She’s been cheating on her boyfriend for five years, and he doesn’t mind! Besides, she hated me.” They stared at each other, unable to comment further. She led then to her room, where an open window, some blood, hair and shards of glass lain on the floor. “Forced entry, struggle and unexpected arrival took place.” George recited into the phone.
“Forensics reveal nothing. The hair is Caroline’s but no other, the whole room only has hers, and the only clue is from an animal DNA found on the blood. Nothing else.” Through gritted teeth, Ian snarled. Patrick sworn his back hair stood while his brother growled like a wolf. “Everyone knows of the house on the hill. Damn crime shows make criminals smarter, I swear… Anyway, good job on this, but keep an eye out.” They exited the office, to ponder on the question, Who had committed that murder, and why? There were a lot of likely suspects. Like his schizophrenic brother, or the mother of the deceased.
Ian stalked out of the place, to his house, to arrange with Caroline’s mother for the ceremony of leaving the deceased. While moving to her house, he took out a picture of his beloved. “Now, let us arrange her funeral.”
They talked for hours, until they came to a halt. Ian thanked his girlfriend’s mother, and left. Leaving for his house, there was a roar from his abdomen. He drove quickly home, and when he got there, he went to his kitchen, to eat and fill his starved belly. He took a shower, then slept the night while his brother solved a murder case.
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This chapter is a little confusing. Again, you need to spend more time with each character. |
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This chapter is a little confusing. Again, you need to spend more time with each character. |
