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Instead, I grabbed some crumpled scraps from a coworker's desk and started scribbling on those. By dawn, one of my teammates walked in and jumped. I looked dead tired, but my eyes were on fire. "I found the flaw the killer left in yesterday's case." The room lit up. I broke it down during the drive to the suspect's place. "It's the knife. The angle, the serration—it doesn't match the others..." But the second I stepped outside the Bureau, my phone blew up. I checked it—and froze. [Rising Star Detective Blake Solves Another Cold Case—813 Serial Killer in Custody!]

5 MINUTES LATER Lucy dropped the file back on the table “I’m done” “Hmm, so what could you deduce from the report? “ Lucy smiled “the killer was probably someone the victim knew since no form of struggle was recorded in the report and at the victim apartment there was no form of forced entry, so we can assume the killer is someone who the victim knew or is even close to since the killer was let into her bedroom, The killer is a drinker since particles of glasses that contained whiskey was found in between her flesh, so we can say that a whiskey glass bottle is the weapon of murder, The killer is obviously a special must probably a rogue special and the toxin found on her body was probably fr

I said, pouting my lips. "I haven't tried the romance genre, I am sure that's what you enjoy writing the most," he added, winking. I smiled at him, nodding my head shyly. "So tell me the title of your best written book." I asked. "Detective Johnson." I gasped out loudly, I have read that book a couple of times, it was one of the best books I have ever read, when it comes to the descriptions, dictions and all. That book is terrific.

Something sinister lay in the silence and Dan turned to scan the way. He wouldn't be caught off guard again. A shadow shifted in his periphery, and he turned as a man stepped from between two cars. Medium heights. Medium build. Well-dressed and carrying a briefcase. Not someone Betty would normally have noticed. Not someone she would normally have thought of as a threat. But these weren't normal circumstances, and everyone was a threat until proven otherwise. "Hey!" the man called out, offering a quick wave and a brief smile. "I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?"

"Don't promise what you can't deliver. Many detectives worked the case before. They all ended up murdered. I'm warning you for your own good." I couldn't stop the shiver that bolts down my spine. All the detectives who solved this case ended up dead? And without doubt, by the killers of the boy?! My brain went through an instant override, and then it dawned on me. Whoever might have killed this boy sure has mad connections. My pulse runs at an accelerating speed. I sip from my coffee. Then, maintaining calmness, I speak. "I've never failed a case in my life." And that's a fact. "We have a deal?"

Most things are about detectives and all their boring stuff but something tells me to go through it because I might know a thing or two. I've opened almost all the books on the first shelf. Turns out detective books are not so bad. I also passed out my time by checking some of the murder novels on the shelve. One really caught my interest. Dying to call you by Elaine Viet. It's about a girl finding her sister's murderer and all that.

With no new progress from the evidence department Max leaves the office, grabs some lunch, and makes his way his way to speak to the suspect and his lawyer. Most of the information he gets confirms what he already knew from the evidence, but a couple of new pieces of the puzzle are falling into place now. Progress finally. A few statements contradict each other, which is a frustrating but is a common occurrence when dealing with different people who have different perspectives and trying to make sense of what they saw. After his last witness interview Max makes some notes and going over the facts now with new information gathered, he’s got some good leads and ideas of where to look for som

My eyes widened and I dropped my spoon when the headline appeared on the screen along with my ID picture and the school doctor’s. The young Senior Investigator Hibara is the prime suspect for the murder of Dr. Celina Marquez, according to our city’s most trusted consulting detective, Arthur Cake.

Well, they didn’t call him a good detective for nothing, considering the fact that; the woman who was killed was his little sister. “What’s the address?” I heard him ask, my hands were tucked in my jacket and I was staring right at his handsome face, his thick and husky voice was starting to do something to me also, ‘not so fast!’ I said in my mind, shaking off the unusual feelings that had started to sneak around. “The gun was purchased just this morning from a legal gun store, under a name which would probably be an alias; Tommy Hills.” I replied, shifting my gaze from him to the darkness behind, staring at him was making me feel uneasy.

Detective Sullivan attempted his way over towards me, but barely passed Elizabeth when Captain Johnston’s voice was heard throughout the room. “Anderson! My office!” I take one last look at Elizabeth before sulking my way into his office. “Captain.” I say shaking his hand. “Detective Anderson. I didn’t expect to see you back in my office, let alone my squad room. How have you been?” His calm demeanor taking me by surprise. I half expected the same reaction I had gotten from Elizabeth. The way I left everything; I was amazed he wasn’t yelling down my throat.